At the same time, a little girl who looked less than ten years old with a surprisingly good figure hugged Xu Shu's leg and began crying: "Let go of my mom, let go of my mom!"
This little chaos, other passersby seemed indifferent to, no one reached out to help this poor mother and daughter, seemingly eager to quickly enter
"Oh?"
Xu Shu squinted his eyes, thinking it was as expected.
The reaction of this ghostly thing at first glance seemed no different from an ordinary person, seemingly very normal.
However, this normality was precisely what was abnormal.
The dead are just that, dead; whether transformed into Corpse Evil or Evil Spirit, their existence's essence has changed, and their behavior patterns naturally change as well.
In other words, no matter how hard they try to maintain human form and memory, their instincts can't deceive people—they possess an innate craving for the flesh and blood, and living souls of the living.
