"Hee hee..."
The woman in the red dress laughed sinisterly.
The face, bluish-black, had sunken eye sockets, blood trickling endlessly from the corners of her mouth.
Fujiwara Reya noticed that the cuffs and hem of this vengeful spirit's dress were empty, severed limbs emerging, the wounds festering and decaying.
Clearly.
This was someone who died with broken limbs.
A pair of pale hands emerged from the darkness behind Fujiwara Reya, grabbing his neck. Meanwhile, his waist was tightly constrained by a pair of severed, slender legs in an extremely provocative posture.
"Hee hee, got you..."
The limbless vengeful spirit wore an eerie satisfied smile.
It twisted its body, dragging a long trail of blood as it approached Fujiwara Reya. Around it, more ghosts with gruesome deaths converged.
The Snow Woman floated before Fujiwara Reya.
Her little hands, wrapped in white snow, continuously directed ice arrows through the air, shooting at each ghost.
