Having devoted myself to guiding souls, I was surrounded by them after my death.

Before me was a woman.

The woman wore a dark red cheongsam, her black hair was styled in a bun at the back of her head, and she had a delicate face.

The woman was the epitome of a refined lady from the Republican era: willow-leaf eyebrows, face painted with cream, cheeks adorned with a light blush, lips crimson, a slender and graceful figure, and stunning beauty, but her eyes were vacant.

Chen Shi paused, this was not what he had imagined.

The woman in front of me continued dancing, her movements fluid and graceful, her dance as elegant as that of a famous actress of old.

"Wait, Chen Shi, look at her dance," Su Yining reminded him.

The corridor was pitch black, and although there was only one woman there, she was dancing a duet!

She casually wrapped her arm around his waist, leaned against the air, and twirled on tiptoe. The whole movement resembled a close-up waltz, but the surroundings were empty, and there was no one else in sight.

The woman wore a faint smile, her eyes were vacant, her red dress swayed, and she danced alone as if paired with another.

This scene is too bizarre.

The woman continued dancing, her movements light and graceful. She raised her hands high, seemingly touching the sky above, and twirled before finally leaning back. Even though there was no one else around, it was as if she were leaning against a "dance partner" as she completed her final curtain call.

“Eee...ah…”

Just then, the woman spoke, but failed to utter a sound:

“Eee... Eee-ya…”

The woman's hands began to tremble, and she suddenly covered her face and began to cry.

Suddenly, without warning, she screamed, scratching her face with her fingers, her eyes spreading as black as ink, gradually turning her entire eyes black.

The woman screamed almost maniacally, her nails growing long and sharp, as she lunged forward, baring her teeth and claws!

"They're here!" Su Yining called out.

Chen Shi remained calm, his expression barely changing.

As a ferryman.

He was completely numb from being shot in the face...

Chen Shi pulled up the rope and threw it, accurately looping it around the woman's neck.

At the same time, the [Mirror Ring] reflected a mirror that appeared beside him.

Chen Shi stepped out, set up the Soul-Guiding Zither, and began to play music.

"Glug! Glug!"

The black mud surged and instantly spread to the woman's body, from which several withered hands emerged and gripped her body tightly.

“Eee…ee…”

The woman in the cheongsam opened her mouth wide and let out a loud, guttural roar.

"Open the spirit cage!" Chen Shi shouted in a low voice, tightening the rope in his hand.

“Eeeah…”

The black mud churned, and the ropes were tightly entangled.

The woman in the cheongsam gradually weakened and fell silent.

"Hmm?" Chen Shi frowned.

The next second, the entire ferry began to shake violently!

In the corridor, the flickering shadows of the extinguished wall lamps distorted the entire passageway.

It's a cage.