I don't know how much time had passed when the moon appeared again.
The dim moonlight slightly dispersed the oppressive darkness, allowing everyone to clearly see the things before them.
At this moment, in the courtyard, there appeared an extra person—a woman.
She was dressed in an orange-red outer garment, her long hair draped over her shoulders, her skin so delicate it seemed to glow under the moonlight.
Even though her face was free of makeup and her hair unadorned with hairpins, she was still indescribably beautiful, resembling a celestial maiden untouched by the mundane dust of the human world.
Ladies and gentlemen, this is a world that judges by appearances. If devils and ghosts are good-looking, humans naturally treat them differently.
For instance, if that "ghost nun" looked like Anne Hathaway, and she caused a disturbance in your house, wouldn't you feel like you could withstand it?
Of course, you might not withstand it in another way, but that's another story, right?
