Before she could finish speaking, the woman let out another cry of pain.
"Mama..."
"Run...quickly...run..."
"I won't go, I won't."
The girl paid no heed to the woman's words and, crying out, ran further inside, "Mama...sob sob..."
Wen Jiaren couldn't stand by any longer; her figure flashed like the wind toward the opposite side and rushed in. Upon entering, she saw an ugly and nauseating male ghost with his hand clamped around the neck of a little girl, lifting her tiny body completely off the ground, her little legs hopelessly kicking beneath her.
A short-haired woman lay beside an overturned sofa, desperately trying to get up, blood trickling from the corner of her mouth.
As soon as Wen Jiaren entered, the male ghost immediately felt the strong spiritual energy emanating from her, his dead fish eyes rolled back to look at her. He let out a weird cry and, throwing the little girl aside, tried to rush toward the window.
"Thinking of escaping? It won't be that easy."
