The dazed Liu the Sixth screamed miserably, shattering the village's silence.
At that moment, dogs barked frantically, and poultry flapped their wings.
Families nearby lit their lamps one after another, listening intently to Liu the Sixth's screams.
He, like a madman, started running forward.
But the ghostly woman behind him kept closely following.
Her long tongue wrapped around his waist.
"Liu the Sixth... don't leave... aren't you longing for a woman... I'm here with you!"
The eerie voice filled Liu the Sixth's ears.
It was as if sharp knives were stabbing into his heart.
"Help... don't cling to me... it's a ghost..."
Liu the Sixth, who had wet his pants, ran aimlessly.
Never in his life did he think he could run so fast.
He ran through most of the village, waking up half the people.
Panic-stricken, he ran all the way towards the back mountain.
"It's Liu the Sixth's voice; did he run into a ghost?"
"Serves him right; it would be good if a ghost took him."
