C68 telekinesis

Not far away, ghost girl stood there, separated by a distance, his gaze cold and terrifying as if he had been poisoned.

The hair on his head was in disarray, his bridal clothes loosened, and his pupils seemed about to pop out. The whites of his eyes were bloodshot, and his defeated skin was like a layer of wax as the tip of his nose began to melt. Her hands scratched wildly at her body and hair