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The stream in the snow was not frozen, it just flowed slowly.

The stream is clear and reflects the moonlight.

The trees nearby have sparse branches and have lost all their leaves. The sky is unobstructed, allowing the moonlight to shine directly. But there was only the reflection of the stream, and the nearby snow was dim and had a dead air.

Han Ji stood by the creek and slowly squatted down.

The cat jumped out of her arms and landed on the snow, watching Han Ji quietly.

A look of fear appeared on Han Ji's face, and his body was uncontrollable and he slowly leaned down.

Her face hung over the stream, and there was no reflection or shadow in the water.

It was as if she didn't exist. The moonlight penetrated directly into her head and continued to fall on the surface of the stream.

There is also no reflection of the moon on the stream.

This strange sight made Han Ji even more frightened.

She felt that there was some monster hiding under the narrow creek.

I caught a lot of yin energy from the stream.

The whole creek looked like the body of a ghost.

Han Ji's body continued to lean down, his face pressed against the water, feeling the coldness of the water.

This water is colder than the snowflakes falling from the sky.

Those snowflakes seemed to avoid the creek intentionally, and no snowflakes were ever seen falling into the water.

There was a soft splash, and Han Ji's face sank into the water.

She sank slowly, immersing her face completely in the stream.

Her eyes were still open, wide open, looking straight into the water.

The bottom of the water was pitch black, like a deep sea, with no bottom visible.

The water caressed Han Ji's face, making her skin tingle.

Han Ji couldn't struggle and could only tremble slightly.

The gurgling water did not change because of Han Ji's appearance. Even the Yin Qi in the water did not fluctuate at all.

What changed was the Yin Qi in Han Ji's body.

The yin energy in Han Ji's body became stronger.

Suddenly, Han Ji's face seemed to be covered with something.

Her breathing became difficult and her lungs hurt.

Water entered her trachea, but she still couldn't struggle.

Her consciousness gradually blurred. Her eyes were still open, but they lost focus and could not see anything.

Not long after, her consciousness completely disappeared, and her vital signs also disappeared.

Her vision went dark.

I stood aside and didn't move, but couldn't help but hold my breath.

Han Ji was dead, but her body suddenly moved twice.

Her body seemed to be tied with invisible threads, and someone pulled her from behind, causing her upper body to straighten up.

The face came out of the water, but not a drop of water fell on it.

There was no water on Han Ji's face, but there was something else.

It was human skin.

I gasped and held my breath again.

The human skin was crooked and twisted, sticking to Han Ji's face.

Her entire face was covered, leaving only a pair of empty eyes.

Han Ji raised his hands and covered his face. His hands slowly slid down and caressed his neck.

When she moved her hand away, the human skin had completely fit on her face, and there was no sign of any violation. Seamless. It was as if she had always looked like this.

Han Ji stood up straight from the ground, still as if he was being pulled by a rope. He stood up in a way that made it impossible for his body to exert any strength, and slowly turned his head and looked at me.

I opened my mouth, and my brain was filled with too much information.

It's not information from Han Ji. Han Ji was dead, his consciousness had disappeared, and his soul was suppressed in his body.

These are my own confused thoughts.

I feel incredible.

"Why...are you here?" I asked in shock.

Seeing the human skin and the strange female face, I immediately understood what the ghost in front of me was.

It's those women!

It's those women who have been stripped of their skin!

They were mentioned in Aoba's request. Aoba did not deal with them. The first file I saw was about them. Later, I met them at a park pond. They killed a boy. After that, I met them once more, but only in my dream, where I saw them going down a river.

Why are they here?

Could it be...

"Whose reincarnation are you looking for?" I thought of this as the only possibility.

The fact that they appear here only means that there are their enemies here.

wrong!

"Why did you kill other people? There's no way... they were all..." I stuttered.

They had already killed several people in the Hot Spring Villa. Could it be that the entire crew is the reincarnation of that village? God has specially assembled such a crew so that these female ghosts can take revenge and calm down?

I don’t think God has this style of dealing with things.

God's personality is gone now, and it is even less possible for him to do such a thing.

When I thought of this, I suddenly discovered that the yin energy of these female ghosts had become different. It was completely different from the yin energy I felt when I met them in the pond. It's also different from what I encountered in Huashan Dreamland.

If the yin energy was the same, I would have recognized them long ago.

Isn't it them?

Just as I was thinking this, I suddenly saw a row of figures.

Above the creek, a row of women's figures appeared out of thin air. Every woman has a different body shape, but they all have lost their face. The blood vessels and muscles of the face are exposed to the air. They had no eyelids and just stared at me with their two eyes.

I took a step back, but I confirmed their identities.

It’s really those female ghosts!

The female ghost possessing Han Ji opened her mouth and warned me in Han Ji's voice: "No, mind your own business."

The voice was dull, with no vocal fluctuations.

Her expression and eyes did not change.

I wanted to say something else, but those female ghosts disappeared. Han Ji turned around, took steps, and walked in the direction he came from.

She walked faster and faster, and her stiff and weird walking style gradually became normal, and nothing was wrong.

I suddenly remembered the cat. When I looked sideways, the cat had disappeared.

My body was pulled, and I could only follow Han Ji.

This at least proves that Han Ji's soul is still in her body. He didn’t reincarnate, and he didn’t disappear.

I think things are getting tricky.

If it were these female ghosts, it would be difficult for me to defeat them with my two fists and my four hands. It would be difficult for me to completely eliminate them. I don't even know how many there are.

They should have had a clear purpose and followed the water sources across the country to find the reincarnation of their enemy. Now, they actually crossed the ocean and came to another country, killing people wantonly...

Is it because things are getting worse across the world?

I can only attribute the reason to this.

In any case, Nan Tian should not be the reincarnation of their enemy.

According to the logic of reincarnation that I know, a person like Nan Tian, ​​who is extremely lucky, should have been an out-and-out good person in his previous life, the previous life, and the previous life. He might have saved the common people and be respected by all people. It is impossible for him to do something like stripping off a woman's face and sinking her into a pond or river.

If the yin energy of these female ghosts has not changed, I should relax now and wait and see how things develop. Anyway, there is no danger in Nantian.

But now...

Squeak...

"Han Ji's" feet stepped into the snow, exactly where her previous footprints disappeared.

She walked out from behind the tree trunk and entered the group calmly.

"Where did you run just now?" Bian Sijun didn't notice that Han Ji had changed his mind. Maybe in her eyes, Han Ji still had the same face. She just asked in confusion, "Didn't you go find Nan Shen?"

"No, forget it." Han Ji replied, turning his head and looking at the front of the team.

Her eyes swept across Nantian and landed on the Shimada family.

I noticed that Nan Tian was also looking in this direction, with a flash of surprise and anger on his face. He frowned, glanced around, and glared at me with a bit of gritted teeth.