Chapter 222: Evil Spirits Fear the Fierce

After hearing Han Ke's words.

Sha Huaqiang instinctively lowered his head to check the safety, only to find the gun's safety had already been flipped off. In that brief moment of stunned distraction, the gun in Sha Huaqiang's hand was snatched away by Han Ke in one swift motion.

His legs instantly went weak and limp.

Han Ke tucked the gun away and patted Sha Huaqiang's trembling shoulder.

"Stop shaking. I wasn't planning to kill you, but… something like this only happens once!"

Sha Huaqiang's face turned ashen; the courage he had barely mustered dissolved. From that day on, he never dared to resist Han Ke again.

The corner of Han Ke's mouth curled up.

He had once been an orphan with ideals.

The person he was most grateful to and admired most was his adoptive father—a doctor of great virtue and prestige. People often sent generous gifts of thanks, allowing their family to live a comfortable life.

Han Ke also wanted to be like his adoptive father—respected by others, and earning money hand over fist.

His adoptive father supported him wholeheartedly, pouring everything into training him. Han Ke himself was also determined, putting in far more effort than ordinary people, and mastered superb medical skills…

But until one day.

Han Ke discovered that his adoptive father did not hold a position at any major hospital.

So he began to investigate, and through his adoptive father's deliberate arrangements, smoothly uncovered the truth.

It turned out the adoptive father he had worshipped was actually an underground doctor serving certain special clients, and his purpose in adopting Han Ke was not out of kindness, but to train an heir…

Thus Han Ke was forced to inherit his adoptive father's mantle.

And became an underground doctor as well…

In his work, he had seen too much of the dark side of human nature, but even those who had committed every evil, once on his operating table, were like a slab of meat on a chopping block—life and death controlled by him.

Gradually, Han Ke became numb.

In the Blessed Land.

People could simply be divided into two categories: those whose deaths bring benefits, and those whose deaths bring trouble.

Natives fall into the "beneficial to kill" category, so he didn't mind tricking the natives in the team to their deaths one by one.

Lotus Juanren or newcomers fall into the "troublesome to kill" category, because in the Blessed Land, every Lotus Juanren might play a unique role, so unless absolutely necessary, Han Ke would not kill teammates.

But that was only inside the Blessed Land.

In his heart, he had already jotted Sha Huaqiang down in his little notebook. Once the Blessed Land was cleared, he would find Sha Huaqiang and make him pay for pointing a gun at him today…

After giving Sha Huaqiang a round of mental PUA, Han Ke, full of anticipation, pushed open the room's big door.

From the three mercenaries' corpses, he should be able to find quite a bit of residual incense. With this residual incense, he could worship the gods more and gain more power to protect himself in the Blessed Land.

Creak…

The door opened, and the first thing Han Ke saw was the black muzzle of a gun.

"Wait, I—"

Bang!

A bullet pierced through Han Ke's skull.

The many tricks Han Ke had accumulated never had a chance to be deployed before he was shot in the head by a native he had always looked down on!

The corpse, its back of the head blown open, collapsed limply to the ground.

Luo Shiyi, covered in blood, walked out holding a gun in one hand and a dagger in the other.

Behind him lay two mangled corpses—Chen Kui, the bearded mercenary, and another mercenary, Cai Xing. Most of the skin and flesh on their bodies had vanished; they had been killed by the Flesh-Ripping Ghost.

"I heard your conversation. Although some parts were unclear, there's no doubt that the reason we encountered ghosts inside but couldn't open the door was all his scheming…"

He patted Sha Huaqiang's face: "You, you're dreaming. This kind of person would never let you off."

Yan Ting, unable to care about the blood on Luo Shiyi's body, immediately ran to Luo Shiyi's side to check his injuries, and only breathed a sigh of relief after confirming Luo Shiyi was largely unharmed.

He hadn't listened closely to the argument between Sha Huaqiang and Han Ke just now; his heart had already been wrapped in fear, a voice repeating endlessly in the depths of his mind.

"The Yan family must fulfill the promise!"

"The Yan family must fulfill the promise!"

This voice struck Yan Ting to the point of nearly losing his sanity.

He didn't know what the promise was, but he wasn't a fool. He knew this was something his father, Yan Ci, had been resisting all along, and that this so-called 'promise' was the very culprit that had reduced the Yan family to just him…

For this reason, over the past ten years, Yan Ting hadn't even dared to leave behind any offspring!

If this was a curse rooted in the bloodline, then let this curse end with his generation.

It was with this mindset that Yan Ting had come to the island.

But watching the mercenaries who had been protecting him be schemed to death by their companions, Yan Ting was filled with despair. He felt there was nothing left for him to hold onto…

Just as he was about to yield to that voice.

Luo Shiyi was still alive, which made him dismiss the thought of yielding, but this thought had ultimately appeared…

Yan Ting asked with concern: "How did you survive?"

Speaking of this.

Luo Shiyi was still shaken.

"Not long after the door closed, that Flesh-Ripping Ghost appeared. That eerie figure just suddenly appeared in the center of the room, waving its small blades and attacking us."

"We tried to fight back with guns, with tactical daggers, but every attack that hit that thin body was completely ineffective…"

"Chen Kui and Cai Xing were scared out of their wits, frantically fleeing in terror, but they weren't as fast as the ghost, and were quickly sliced to death…"

At this point, Luo Shiyi angrily fired two more shots into Han Ke's corpse.

"And me, I was scared too at the time, but besides fear, there was more anger. I've fought my way out of a hail of bullets, survived so many dangers—am I supposed to just wait for death here like a coward?"

"So I attacked it like a madman, my head, my chest, everything was hot!"

"This time… that ghost actually dodged!"

"I was overjoyed, gathering my breath, and pressed the attack. During the fight I noticed that although the room was sealed, there was a ventilation duct. I smashed the ventilation duct, and the Meat-Cutting Ghost vanished."

"I pressed myself against the door, and while waiting for it to open, I happened to overhear their conversation…"

They had just spoken up to this point.

The room suddenly blazed with light—the overhead light had actually turned on!

……

"What rotten luck…"

Looking at the brightly lit room, Wu Xian was utterly speechless.

This place was an indoor basketball court.

Wu Xian had found the inspiration for dealing with the Screen Ghost from the Jumping-Off-Building Ghost.

So he and the other four people busied themselves together, and finally built a frame, hoisting a television five meters up into midair, with all the wires arranged.

This way, they only needed to turn on the power, and the Screen Ghost would appear in midair.

From the previous intelligence, the Screen Ghost's hair was at most only two or three meters long. If the television was turned on up in midair, when the Screen Ghost wanted to attack them, her hair simply wouldn't be long enough, while they could kite her using their long-range god-worshipping ability.

Unless…

She was willing to come out of the television!

But that would be even better. First, she would have to figure out how to land safely from a height of five meters; and once she landed, she could forget about ever going back!

(End of this chapter)