One person and one ghost stared at each other. The atmosphere was as freezing as the Arctic Circle.
Pei Ye remained completely unfazed. She didn't show any signs of fright, nor did she flinch, which thoroughly frustrated the ghost assigned to scare her. Did she really look that unscary? When people visited a haunted house, they needed to respect the ghosts! Screaming was basic respect for their work!
The ghost hesitated for three seconds, a conflicted expression appearing on her charred face. She cautiously extended her two hands and tremblingly placed them on Pei Ye's neck, trying to use her icy temperature and scorched skin to frighten the woman. To enhance the effect, she opened her cracked, blackened mouth and let out a zombie-like croak from her throat: "HURRGH."
How about that? That should be scary enough, right?
Pei Ye finally reacted. She reached up, grabbed the female ghost's hands around her neck, pulled, and effortlessly pinned the ghost against the display window.
