The ghost girl was somewhat puzzled at this moment.
Ever since she had come into existence in this space, she had been very clear about what her ability was.
Any living thing she touched would die after a certain duration of contact, with no reason given, exerting a strong suppressive force.
More importantly, she herself could not be harmed.
The only thing that could injure her was a rusty military shovel.
But what was this burning sensation on her face?
And why had she just been flung away?
She couldn't figure it out, couldn't understand it at all.
It didn't matter anymore.
With her scalp full of scars sticking to her pieced-together hair, she revealed a bloodstained, terrifying smile as she stretched her lips.
And she burst out with an astonishing scream!
In the dimly lit staircase, it was extremely piercing!
The next moment!
Her withered, wrinkly hands violently crushed the railing and leapt downward.
Right then and there,
