The crying stopped again, and silence engulfed the restroom.
Suddenly, a ghastly pale face flashed across one of the mirrors.
Then, as if someone had tapped Wen Jiaren on the back, she curled her red lips, calmly turned around and, unsurprised, met a panic-stricken face with an overly extended tongue and deathly wide eyes.
Wen Jiaren stared at it without blinking, a faint smile on her lips, "Is that all? Not impressive at all! Oh, I seem to have called it wrong; I should call you a Resentful Ghost."
The female ghost, unable to frighten her, retracted its long tongue and resumed a normal appearance.
At this moment, it sensed that Wen Jiaren was no ordinary person and turned to flee.
Wen Jiaren snorted coldly, "Where do you think you're going?"
Then she recited a mantra, and a slash of spiritual power struck at it, fast as lightning.
