"Yes..." Suddenly, the water ghost revealed a gloomy smile, and his words sent chills soaring up my spine, "It's been here all along, found it!"
Then he didn't see what the water ghost did, but his youngest son lifted it with one hand. A thin mist drifted out from the eyes of the twelve ghost souls. The mist turned into the likeness of Ayang in the sky. I only caught a glimpse—one soul, three souls, only nine souls!
"You killed my son, and I will devour your souls one by one, to avenge my son!" The water ghost had somehow grasped my soul; I immediately felt a gigantic hand clasp my body, an utmost discomfort engulfed me, and my soul struggled desperately as the water ghost seized it.
"Child, do you have any last words before you die? I don't like to eat souls weighed down by regret!" the water ghost taunted as he feasted.
