Xia's pupils suddenly dilated, and fine black blood vessels appeared on the whites of her eyes, like a spider web covering the moon.

Her fingers had already touched the top of Xiaoyue's head, while Qianqian and the pink-haired girl were still whispering to each other, thinking that this was the store's newly designed "immersive scare" segment.

"Don't move."

I pressed down on Xiaoyue's trembling shoulders, my fingertips touching the "Tianzhu" acupoint on the back of her neck.

The temperature there was abnormally low: "She didn't want hair."

Xia's fingertip stopped three centimeters away from Xiaoyue's scalp, and she suddenly let out a "giggle" laugh.

The voice resonated from deep within his chest: "We've been discovered..."

I abruptly shoved Xia's hand away; the mind-refreshing talisman on my palm was already smoking hot: "Enough!"

Xia slowly turned her head to look at me, the pinpoints in her pupils starting to spin counterclockwise: "You troublesome old man..."

"master?"

Xiaoyue then noticed my strangeness, her voice trembling, "Who exactly is she...?"

"She is not human."

I stared directly at Xia's face, which was gradually turning pale: "It's something dirty attached to people."

The pink-haired girl was taken aback, her brows furrowing: "Don't talk nonsense! She's clearly a staff member. These are all special effects. Old man, if you don't understand, don't talk nonsense."

I didn't have time to pay attention to her. I raised my hand and slapped Xia hard on the head, interrupting her.

Under this blow, Xia's Taoist robe suddenly bulged out in a strange arc, as if something was struggling violently under her skin.

"Ah! What are you doing?!" The pink-haired girl rushed over to push me, but suddenly fell silent after seeing Xia's face.

Xia's skin cracked at a visible rate, revealing purplish-blue rotting flesh underneath, with black blood seeping from her skin.

Her eyeballs suddenly rolled upwards, revealing a dense network of black blood vessels on the whites of her eyes.

The tongue protrudes uncontrollably, its end splitting into a snake-like forked tongue.

"A ghost...a ghost!"

The pink-haired girl scrambled backward, her manicure scratching the tablecloth.

Qianqian rolled her eyes and fainted instantly.

Xiaoyue gripped my arm tightly, her nails almost digging into my flesh: "Master! A ghost...a ghost! A ghost!!"

That last shout was so loud it almost made the ceiling collapse.

Before she finished speaking, Xia suddenly pounced on Xiaoyue, moving so fast that she was like a blur.

I shoved Xiaoyue away abruptly, cast the Cleansing Heart Mantra, slapped her on the shoulder, and shouted, "Get back to the corner and cover your ears!"