The ghost stared at me fiercely, then jumped at me from the top of the roof and grabbed at the key point on my neck with her two sharp claws. Seeing the fierce expression of this ghost, I felt that the connection between her and the ghost I just caught must be very close, so she would hate me so much. I didn't want to fight the ghost in a crowded place, so I turned and went into a nearby grove.

The ghost followed me into the woods, stared at me coldly and said, "Hand over my son, or I'll tear you to pieces!" No wonder this ghost hates me...