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“It tells me that he’s nearing his endgame, or about to get a prize he’s been seeking.” “If he’s been spotted so many times, how is it that no one knows who he is?” “He’s only known as ‘Ghost’. Trying to catch him is like trying to catch smoke. No one alive has ever even seen his face.” “Alive?” Lucien repeated, understanding dawned on him. “They say that anyone who has ever seen his face has… mysteriously disappeared. This guy is dangerous, Lucien.” “Someone out there must know him.” “We’re hoping that’s the case,” the captain stared at him, saying something with his eyes.

Alice had always been a thorn between us—sharp, immovable, impossible to ignore or remove. I looked at Grayson now and wondered: if he knew I was dead, would he feel relieved that he was finally free of me? Grayson's phone rang. He answered it, not bothering to put it on speaker. I drifted closer, curious. Could it be someone calling to report my death? I studied his face intently, waiting to see his reaction when he learned I was gone. But when I glanced at the screen, I froze. The caller ID displayed my name. The voice that came through the line was unmistakably mine.

Monstrous emotions twirled up in Rosaleen's eyes as she stared back at her reflection from the mirror. What was real pain other than this? She could see bloodstains all over even though she knew they weren't there, but they were there. They stared back at her. Her pupils shook, firing back at the pool of blood. " Rosaleen," her mother howled from the kitchen, a tint of excitement in her voice. This was when she snapped out of her daze.

“No one knows what he looks like?” “No one,” the man confirmed. “At least, no one who’s still breathing.” Anthony let out a low whistle. “So, we’re chasing a ghost with no face, no identity, and no trace. Fantastic.” My contact shrugged. “That’s the thing about ghosts—they’re good at disappearing.” I stood up, my mind buzzing with the new information. “If you hear anything else,” I said, giving him a pointed look, “you know how to reach me.” As we left the building, Anthony let out a frustrated breath. “Great. So now we’re looking for a man with no name and a family that doesn’t exist anymore.”

Armed with a stick about a meter long and as thick as an infant’s arm, he searched, trembling as he moved ahead. And that was when he found it. It was two meters tall…and headless. A woman dressed in white, with two blurry green lights shining out from where her nipples would have been, just like the eyes of demons. A silent breeze billowed through the ghost’s dress, and the hem lifted and blurred almost along with the shrilly pitch of the woman’s cries. Florence’s terror intensified, and Javier could feel it without even needing to look at it. It felt like he was hugging a humanoid phone on vibration.

Following this ghostly howl, the ghostly figure's speed clearly doubled. In the blink of an eye, it arrived in front of Zephyr Khan couple. The appearance of this ghost was clearly visible at such a close distance. "Tsk tsk..." Its extremely pale face was ferocious and fierce. It grinned and its eyes were full of blue ghost fire and evil laughter. "Humph!" "A mere ghost dares to cause trouble in front of me!" Zephyr Khan snorted and sent out a stream of Genuine Vitality toward him.

But as she turned to peer into the dark space about ten feet behind her, she didn’t see anything alarming. It wasn’t until she returned her attention to the front door that something caught her attention. She wasn’t sure what it was at first. Holding her breath, and feeling her heart stop mid-beat, she slowly took a step forward, squinting in disbelief as she attempted to confirm that what her eyes were seeing was really there. She took another step forward, and then, she was certain. There, in the glass of the front door, she could clearly see a face. But this was no ordinary human face. This was something else entirely. The skin was so pale, it was practically glowing in the dark, the ligh

I shouted, this time louder. Again there was no response. After a minute I heard the sound of the door opening and suddenly a ghost came in front of my eyes. He was holding a torch in his hand that was focused on his face. My heart came to my throat and I screamed with all my might. I stepped back hiding my face with the help of my palms. "No please, don't eat m .... me" . . . "I don't want to die so soon" . . . "I am still young"

Ghost Master's facial features were twisted in pain, and his whole body was pulled wildly in all directions. "Bang!" When the axe light entered the depth of 100 meters underground and hit a red aura, there was a muffled sound. At the same time, the black air around Ghost Master suddenly burst. When he turned around, there was only a middle-aged man who was about two meters tall and dressed in dirty white clothes left. His hair was extremely long, and his face could not be seen clearly from his disheveled hair. He lowered his head, but blood kept dripping down from his mouth.

She said, “I think your son and parents would be very happy to see you restored to your old look.” For the third time, I lay down on the operating table. This time, the operating table no longer felt cold. Suzanne and the medical staff kept encouraging me. “When you wake up, Mr. Quince, everything will be back to normal. Things will get better.” “Alright.” I forced myself to suppress the immense fear and grief and closed my eyes. When I woke up again, the surgery had ended. However, because the injuries on my face were severe, the recovery period would also be longer.