The sky was getting brighter and the fog was gentle. This was the fifth time that the watchman walked past Widow Zhang's door. Out of curiosity, the watchman gently pushed open the ajar door and poked his head in. It didn't matter. A shocking scene appeared. Widow Zhang stared straight at the door with her eyes, and her whole body flushed. The red, ink-like hair had long been scattered everywhere. A gust of wind blew over the corpse and swayed in the wind. There were bursts of "gurgling" sounds, adding a bit of weird color to the misty atmosphere. The watchman ran out of the city like crazy, shouting "Ghost...!"