The Little Ghost was suspended in mid-air, transformed from an unformed fetus, only the size of an adult's palm, shriveled and curled into a ball.
He slowly turned his head and opened his eyes to look at the black-clothed man rushing towards him.
The man instantly froze, eyes wide, mouth agape, a gasp escaping his throat, and the tightly gripped steel blade clattered to the ground.
"Cap... Captain, it-it-it... it's a baby spirit."
The Little Ghost didn't expect the terrifying effect it created to be so strong. Like a child receiving praise, it grinned widely.
Pus and amniotic fluid flowed over its shriveled skin, as its eyes slowly opened, revealing pure black eyeballs inside, and its mouth split audibly, cracking all the way to behind the ears.
Beneath the pure black eyeballs, blood slowly welled up.
"It's a ghost!"
The black-clothed men screamed like terrified mad dogs, scattering in all directions in fear.
