Suddenly, he stopped roaring, looking down at me. Ghostie moved to shield me but I stopped him. I looked back at the flying corpse, saying, “Don’t worry. I think... I know him.”

Ghostie was surprised and slowly backed off.

The flying corpse’s long white hair hung down behind his pointy ears. I saw a collar on his neck with a thin chain trailing beneath his vest.

Someone in the crowd yelled through the hubbub, “Tear that water ghost apart!”

“Don’t hurt that woman!”

“Tear the water ghost apart, you dumb sh*t!”

People started throwing objects again, hitting the walls.

The flying corpse immediately turned and roared at the crowd furiously. “ROARRRR!”

He then turned back to me with his all-white eyes...