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

The water of the stream is clear and reflects the moonlight.

The trees in the vicinity are sparse and have lost their leaves. The sky was unobstructed, allowing the moonlight to shine directly. But there was only the reflection of the stream, and the snow nearby was dull in color, with a kind of dead air.

Han Ji stood by the stream and slowly squatted down.

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

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

Her face hung above the stream, and her reflection did not appear in the water, nor did her shadow appear.

She was as if she didn't exist, and the moonlight pierced 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 scene made Han Ji even more frightened.

She sensed something strange hiding beneath the narrow stream.

I rushed a large amount of yin qi from the stream.

The whole stream resembles the body of a ghost.

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

The water was colder than the snowflakes that fell from the sky.

The snowflakes seemed to have deliberately avoided the stream, and no snowflakes were seen falling into the water.

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

She sank slowly, fully submerging her face in the stream.

Her eyes were still open, wide open, looking straight to the bottom of the water.

The bottom of the water is pitch black, like the deep sea, and there is no bottom in sight.

The water ran against Han Ji's face, causing her skin to tingle.

Han Ji couldn't struggle, he could only tremble slightly.

The water was murmuring and did not change because of the appearance of Han Ji. Even the yin energy in the water did not fluctuate in the slightest.

What changed was the yin qi on Han Ji's body.

The yin qi on Han Ji's body became rich.

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

Her breathing began to become difficult and her lungs ached.

The water got into her trachea, but she still couldn't struggle.

Her consciousness was blurred, her eyes were still open, but she lost focus and couldn't see anything.

After a while, her consciousness disappeared completely, and her vital signs disappeared with her.

Her vision was pitch black.

I stood next to me and didn't move, but I couldn't help but hold my breath.

Han Ji died, but her body suddenly moved twice.

Her body seemed to be tied with invisible threads, and she was pulled from behind, and her upper body straightened up.

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

There was no water on Han Ji's face, but there were other things.

It was a 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 obscured, revealing only a pair of hollow eyes.

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

When she removed her hand, the human skin was completely attached to her face, and there was no disobedience to be seen. Seamless. It's as if she's what she's like.

Han Ji stood up straight from the ground, still as if he was being pulled by a rope, and stood up in a way that his body could not exert his strength at all, and slowly turned his head to look at me.

I opened my mouth, and for a moment my brain was flooded with too much information.

It's not information from Han Ji's side. Han Ji is dead, his consciousness has disappeared, and his soul is suppressed in his body.

It's my own messy thoughts.

I felt incredible.

"Why...... Will you be here? I asked, shocked.

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

It's those women!

It's the women who have been stripped of their faces!

They were mentioned in Aoba's commission. Aoba didn't solve them. The first file I saw was about them. Later, I met them in a park pond. They killed a boy. After that, I met them again, only to see them down a river in a dream.

How did they end up here?

Don't......

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

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

Wrong!

"Why did you kill the others? It's always impossible...... They're all ......" I stammered.

They've already killed several people in the Hot Springs Lodge. Could it be that the entire crew is the reincarnation of that village? God specially put together such a crew, so that these female ghosts can take revenge and calm down?

I don't think God is this style of doing things.

God's personality is now gone, and it is impossible to do such a thing.

As soon as I thought of this, I suddenly realized that the yin qi of these female ghosts had become different. It's very different from the yin energy I felt when I met them in the pond. It's also different from what I encountered in the Huashan dream.

If the yin qi was the same, I would have recognized them a long time ago.

Aren't they?

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

Above the stream, a line of women's figures appeared out of thin air. Every woman has a different body shape, but she has lost her face. The blood vessels and muscles of the face are exposed to the air. They didn't have eyelids, and they stared at me like that.

I took a step back, but I was sure of their identity.

It's really those female ghosts!

The female ghost who was possessed by Han Ji opened her mouth and warned me in Han Ji's voice: "Don't, be nosy. ”

The voice was dull, with no ups and downs.

Her expression and eyes didn't change either.

I was about to say something, and the female ghosts were gone. Han Ji turned around and took a step, walking in the direction he had been coming.

She walked faster and faster, and her stiff and strange way of walking gradually became normal, and she couldn't see anything wrong.

I suddenly remembered the cat, and when I looked sideways, it was gone.

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. I didn't go to reincarnation, and I didn't disappear.

I feel like things get tricky.

If this group of female ghosts were to be filled with four hands, it would be difficult for me to completely destroy them. I don't even know how many of them there are.

They were supposed to have a clear purpose, searching for the reincarnation of their enemies along water sources across the country. Now, they have crossed the ocean to another country and kill people wantonly......

Is it because the situation in the whole world has deteriorated?

I can only put the reason down to this.

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

According to the logic of reincarnation that I know, a person like Nantian, who is full of luck, should be an out-and-out good person in his previous life, past life, and previous life, and maybe he has saved the common people and is admired by all the people. He couldn't do the kind of thing that would rip off a woman's face and sink her into the pond and the river.

If the yin qi of these female ghosts hadn't changed, I should have relaxed now and watched the situation unfold. Anyway, Nantian will never be in danger.

Can ...... now

Squeak ......

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

She stepped out from behind the trunk and calmly entered the group.

"Where did you just go?" Bian Sijun didn't see that Han Ji had changed her core, maybe in her eyes, Han Ji was still the same face. She just asked suspiciously, "Didn't you go to Nanshen?" ”

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

Her gaze swept over the southern sky and landed on the Shimada family.

I noticed that Nantian was also looking in this direction, and there was a flash of surprise and annoyance on his face. He frowned, his eyes slipped, he looked at me, and frowned.

(End of chapter)