Seventy-two. Hardcore Exorcism

Maybe because its head wasn't on its body, its response was very slow and highly delayed. After speaking, I would have to wait several seconds for it to think.

Several seconds later, the headless ghost slowly replied, "I've forgotten when I was born, but I suppose I'm a local... Belfast hadn't been established when I died."

"Your age?"

After a few seconds, in a reminiscent tone, it said, "If I were still alive, I should be over four hundred years old now."

"How did you die?

"The natives chopped off my head."

Lu Li suddenly frowned, "Must we speak in this question-and-answer pattern?"

The Headless Ghost's body shivered, and its response quickened, "I died because I thought it would be fun to dress up like the natives, but the natives thought I was from a rival tribe and after they captured me, they..."

Anna couldn't maintain her "proud" demeanor and let out a sound involuntarily, "Is this why you died and still tirelessly scare people?"