that fateful night

gǔjià had just returned from a buddhist temple when she noticed a chill setting over her body, and she brushed it off as the chills of the upcoming winter. but then she felt something wrong, and out of the corner of her eye she noticed a whispy shadow. "no, it couldn't be," gǔjià thought to herself.

the xīqìguǐ struck quickly and silently, giving her no time to scream or call out for help. it slowly sucked the life essence from her, or her qi. gǔjià became a lifeless shell, and then the ghost consumed her leftover body. in those few moments, she became a ghost as well.