Chapter 99: After ninety-nine blade passes, ghost heads fall

Ninety-nine blade passes, ghost heads fall.

Tushan Jiu simply didn't see their shocked expression.

She forcefully wiped off the makeup painted on the skin-ghost's face, revealing her original faceless face.

Guo Liheng got a clear look and instantly sucked in a breath of cold air, 'She, she...?'

'Skin-ghost.' The one who answered him was Xiang Yichu.

Some people may have heard of skin-ghosts.

Such ghosts usually arise from some cause that damages their appearance and leads to death, and because they harbor a deep obsession and resentment, they become skin-ghosts.

Skin-ghosts are better than skin-stripping ghosts; when they find someone they want to replace, they imitate that person's appearance, finally giving that person a quick death, whereas skin-stripping ghosts are not like that—they directly skin the person they want to replace and wear the skin themselves.

Xiang Yichu explained this to Guo Liheng.

What he didn't say was that the skin-ghost before them was terrifyingly strong.

Upon hearing this, Guo Liheng's hairs stood on end, and he didn't know whether to feel fortunate that his wife had encountered the former.

After Tushan Jiu wiped the skin-ghost's face clean, the skin-ghost immediately exploded.

She stroked her smooth face and let out a wild roar, 'Ah——'

The sound wave carried killing intent, shaking people's ears to the point of near deafness, and the teacups on the tea table all shattered in response.

What made the skin-ghost collapse was that nobody present had a strong reaction to her attack.

Guo Liheng held the knife Tushan Jiu had lent him, while Xiang Yichu quickly took out a magical artifact, the Corpse-Raising Bell, formed a seal and chanted to block that killing-intent sound wave attack.

In contrast, Tushan Jiu did nothing and calmly crunched her lollipop.

The skin-ghost was completely enraged.

She stretched out both hands, turning them into claws; her nails blackened and lengthened to over ten centimeters, sharp as poisoned dagger tips.

If caught, one would surely have blood spatter on the spot.

Tushan Jiu narrowed her eyes, still unmoving.

On the other side, Xiang Yichu grew a bit anxious, 'Tushan Dao friend, you......'

He hadn't finished speaking when the skin-ghost instantly appeared behind Tushan Jiu, its claws stabbing toward her carotid artery.

Xiang Yichu couldn't bother with anything else, stepping forward, he threw a Ghost-Sealing Talisman, and the Corpse-Raising Bell in his hand rang, 'Heaven and earth's righteous energy, all laws tremble......'

'Crack!'

Xiang Yichu's chant was interrupted by a clear sound, his face showing surprise.

The talisman paper lost its direction in that instant and fell to the ground.

Xiang Qelong and Xiang Baihu, who were about to come help, also widened their eyes wider than bronze bells.

Why?

Of course, it's because Tushan Jiu directly went head-on!

She first bent to dodge the female ghost's attack, then with one hand grabbed the ghost's neck, with the other hand grabbed both of the ghost's hands, lifted them over the ghost's head, and pinned the ghost onto the sofa.

Uh......

This pose has a hint of 'sofa thud' meaning.

And that crisp sound was her, in the moment the female ghost stared blankly, pulling out a kitchen knife from thin air, like sharpening a pencil, cleanly slicing it off.

The female ghost's nails were a manifestation of her killing intent, which Tushan Jiu cleanly cut off, making her scream in pain.

She lifted her leg to kick Tushan Jiu away.

Tushan Jiu pushed off the sofa with one hand, leaping up and flipping sideways over the female ghost.

Whether you say she flipped or not, her foot kicked the female ghost's head as she went.

This made the female ghost's head emit black mist from rage.

Tushan Jiu glanced at the black mist above the female ghost's head, twirling the big knife in her hand, she smiled at the corner of her mouth, 'Oh, is this having no features and only able to puff smoke from your head? Heh, I'll send you to the underworld to meet your fate—will you go willingly?'

The female ghost went berserk, 'Ah!! Damned blade-lender, I will definitely kill you!'

The kitchen knife in Tushan Jiu's hand suddenly stopped, her tone turning cold, 'Looks like you still aren't convinced, then I'll get serious.'

As her words fell, Tushan Jiu swiftly formed a seal; the kitchen knife in her hand vanished, and a big knife appeared instead.

That knife was over a meter long, its hilt carved with a ghost head, the blade gleaming with cold light, the tip protruding, the back of the blade having a round opening, and the blade face bearing black runes.

'The blade-lender's ghost head blade!' Xiang Yichu blurted out.

It is said that blade-lenders not only lend blades, their blade-forging skill is unmatched.

Their ancestors once collected ten thousand years of ghost power to forge a ghost head blade as a family heirloom.

But it is said that after that ghost head blade was forged, because it bore too much ghost power, no one could use it, and even those who could lift it were few.

Ghost head blade, attack only, no defense.

Blade passes, ghost head falls.

Tushan Jiu tilted her head to glance at Xiang Yichu, commenting in passing, 'Your eyes are still pretty good.'

As her words fell, the ghost head blade in her hand moved, and she moved as well.

The female ghost also unleashed her ultimate move, concentrating all her killing intent into her hand, manifesting a Tang sword, and slashed toward Tushan Jiu.

The two blades clashed.

'Uh!' The female ghost froze in place.

By then, Tushan Jiu, already behind her, swiftly retracted her ghost head blade.

In the instant the ghost head blade vanished from her hand, the female ghost's head rolled off her neck.

'Thud' as it hit the ground, it rolled twice.

In the living room, even a falling pin could be heard.

Xiang Qelong and Xiang Baihu both had their jaws dropped, unable to close them.

Xiang Yichu frowned, staring at Tushan Jiu's wrist.

Only Guo Liheng thought it was nothing out of the ordinary, because he knew Tushan Jiu was very capable.

Tushan Jiu pulled out a talisman, slapped it onto the upright torso of the painting skin ghost, then said to Guo Liheng, "Don't just stand there—call an ambulance and go downstairs to find your wife."

After the painting skin ghost was dealt with, the ghostly yin energy on her naturally dissipated.

Guo Liheng's face lit up with joy, and he hurriedly pulled out his phone, saying, "Ah, ah, I'm on my way, I'll make the call now, Miss Tushan, do as you please—I'll head to the basement first; just tell me the fee later, and I'll come by to thank you."

Tushan Jiu nodded, turned to draw the ghostly power from the painting skin ghost, and replied casually, "Hurry up and go."

Extracting the ghost power is actually quite easy; she was manipulating the extraction of the ghost power.

The white mist peeled off from the dough ball, and upon touching her palm it miraculously turned into ten differently colored lollipops.

Tushan Jiu narrowed her eyes, the corners of her mouth curling up.

Having finished extracting the ghost power, Tushan Jiu intended to open the ghost gate and toss the painting skin ghost's "corpse" down into it.

After all, a ghost is still a ghost—even if its head is cut off, it merely loses its fighting ability; its soul and spirit are not scattered.

Therefore, it still needs to be sent to the underworld to receive the punishment it deserves.

As she was about to pinch the seal and chant the incantation to open the ghost gate, she caught sight of three people nearby in her peripheral vision.