While talking, Zhong Niangyao reached out her hand, her fingertip tapped Meng Rou's forehead once.
Meng Rou couldn't dodge and only felt her mind become hazy for a moment, and then she seemed to see a layer of fog before her eyes, but it quickly cleared up again.
Suddenly, an ominous shadow appeared before her, and it was none other than Master Zeng.
At this moment, Master Zeng's mouth was gaping open like a bloody basin; although there were no burn marks on his body, his facial features had become distorted, making him look particularly horrifying.
"Ah—" An uncontrollable scream burst from Meng Rou's mouth.
Perhaps due to the force of her terror, she sat on the floor, backpedaling several times while continuously waving her hands, "Get away, get away from me. Don't come any closer."
Because of the agonizing torment he endured before death, Master Zeng had now become a ghost devoid of any consciousness. His actions were almost entirely instinctual.
