Chapter 167

The body split in half from the middle, the gruesome sight startling An'an.

What's going on, suddenly self-destructing?

Though turned into two halves, the corpse regained mobility, the upper body crawling toward An'an using its hands.

The scene was horrifying beyond compare.

However, in terms of combat power, it seemed to have weakened.

An'an kicked the half-body flying, then smashed a cutting board onto the lower half that had risen and charged over, not knowing what it could do.

After smashing the lower half to the ground, she kicked it again.

Her movements flowed smoothly, like kicking a ball, sending it to the corner of the living room.

"It doesn't seem very strong," An'an thought to herself; this ghost was much weaker than she had imagined, originally thinking there would be an extremely dangerous, deadly battle.

It had silently separated the four people, yet lacked combat power to match?

Wait!

An'an suddenly realized, since it had separated people, then……Master Xuanzang was likely also within the vengeful spirit's attack range.

Found it! The reason this ghost was so weak was found!

On this side, An'an thought the ghost was "not bad."

On the other side, Chongtian Chu did not think so.

The male corpse lying on the ground slowly rose, as if pulled by invisible strings like a puppet, its head tilted to one side.

Both hands' elbows raised upward, both legs forming a strange inward-eight stance, somewhat like a robotic dance.

Chongtian Chu naturally would not think this was dancing.

The man's steps were small and hurried, his head and raised hands swaying slightly, and he instantly charged to the living room doorway.

Forcing down the chill in his heart, Chongtian had already retreated to the kitchen, where the stove and dining table were in the same room, placed close together.

Chongtian grabbed a wooden chair with a backrest, using it as a weapon, and smashed it toward the man at the kitchen doorway.

The kitchen doorway was not large, just wide enough for two people to pass side by side.

The chair was thrown diagonally, leaving no space to dodge.

The man was struck by the chair, stumbling backward and shattering the thin wooden paper door behind him in the living room, his right leg also pierced by the wooden splinters formed after the break.

Although as a puppet it felt no pain, the injury still affected its movement.

The man's speed to stand up again was slow, swaying unsteadily.

Chongtian Chu let out a loud shout, then picked up another chair, but this time he did not smash it forward.

He held the stool, using the chair back as a charging spear, and unleashed the skill—Wind Charge.

Wind Charge, wrapping the body in gale-force power for a short-distance rapid advance.

The distance between the two "people" was instantly crossed, the chair back slamming hard into the man's chest.

As if struck by a Mercedes' warhorse, the man's body lost control, legs lifting off the ground, but Chongtian Chu did not stop.

Instead, he continued charging forward.

Like a knight charging ahead without hesitation, piercing the enemy with his lance and not stopping.

The man's back struck the living room wall, the chair back's tip resembling a rough sickle, sinking into flesh and bone, "cutting" into the bone.

The immense force from high-speed movement split the man at the chest into two parts.

Only upon hitting the wall did it truly come to a complete stop.

Chongtian's face turned pale, he released his grip and retreated several steps, letting the broken, disassembled chair fall to the ground.

The invisible "gale force" to some extent reduces damage from impacts during the charge.

But it does not grant immunity.

The recoil from that strike, Chongtian estimated his ribs had suffered heavy trauma, intense pain warning him of possible fractures.

Still, it was worth it—the severed corpse showed no intention of moving again.

"Strength and speed are only slightly above ordinary people; excluding the 'mental attack' from the emitted 'chill,' it's not a particularly difficult opponent." Li Suibin, relying on the power of the Lingfeng Sword, pinned the suddenly active woman to the wall.

The wound had no blood flowing out; just before death, the blood seemed to have already drained completely.

"She should have been killed by her own child, so……the child who didn't appear might be the main force? Was he encountered by others?"

Li Suibin had many doubts in his heart, scanning the surroundings of the living room.

He saw beside the TV, a photo frame, inside was a family portrait of three.

On the far left of the photo, the mother's face matched the woman before him, nailed to the wall and still struggling.

However, the blood that had splattered from the woman earlier stained the frame, blocking part of the other two, Li Suibin did not see the child's and father's faces.

But from their builds, the child in the family was not too small, estimated to be around ten years old.

Li Suibin reached out, shattered the blood-stained photo frame, and pulled the photo out.

"Huh?" He furrowed his brow, this child, or rather teenager……

The teenager's head was stepped on by Tang Luo, one hand tightly gripping his ankle, the other holding a fruit knife, continuously stabbing and cutting Tang Luo's calf.

The pants quickly became torn and ragged.

But the "fruit knife" that cuts iron like mud, even steel can be easily severed, yet left no injury on Tang Luo's leg—not even a scratch.

Tang Luo's right hand opened, appearing quite leisurely.

After over ten seconds, a ferocious white bone sword appeared in his hand—from the Little Whirlwind who bid farewell to the mortal world due to an illusion.

After kicking that half-grown child flying, Tang Luo began to draw out the Whirlwind.

A few seconds prior, the upper body split in two had crawled over at extreme speed, been stepped on by Tang Luo underfoot.

After over ten seconds of fearless and futile struggling, Master Xuanzang successfully drew his great treasure sword.

One sword slash, a howling sound, feeling as if what was cut was not a sword, but some kind of heavy weapon.

The struggling half-corpse lay still, the fruit knife stained with blood marks falling to the ground.

Tang Luo lifted his foot, stepped over the corpse, and was about to walk toward the nearby staircase.

"Geggege—"

The classic sound of the gourd came, and the two corpses in the living room suddenly moved, as if their broken bones had been amplified countless times, clearly audible.

The man's corpse lay on the ground with his limbs, in a toad-like posture, but kept his back parallel to the ground.

The woman's corpse then turned over, pressing back-to-back with him, her hands and feet pointing toward the sky, flailing wildly.

Her head turned 180 degrees, face-to-face with the man's, looking like a pair of lovers who would never part.

Black aura seeped from both of them.

The inherent fear and paralysis halo effect instantly intensified several times over.

Suffocation, numbness, cold, pressure—it felt as if the place was not inside a house, but deep in the sea.

The blood-red light of the setting sun streamed through the window, spreading like blood.

The two stuck out their tongues, which quickly exceeded normal length, twisted and entangled, spiraling into blades.

The limbs on the ground gathered, released, and leapt up, accompanied by an ear-piercing ghostly wail, lunging at Tang Luo like a beast.

Tang Luo tossed the Gale-Piercing Awl from his left hand to his right, raised it upward, and swung down diagonally in a single stroke!

The sharp and ferocious blade struck true, not deviating in the least, landing on the back-to-back parents; it was less a cut and more a tearing apart into two sections.

Ink-like black liquid gushed from the wound, splashing onto the floor, vanishing quickly, leaving only a damp trace.

The combined corpse twitched twice, then lay still once more.

Tang Luo did not stop his steps, continuing toward the staircase; just as he stepped onto the first stair, a "crack" sound came from behind.

The originally closed door suddenly opened, as if inviting—no, rather, as if hoping Tang Luo would hurry up and leave, no longer receiving him!

"Hah." Tang Luo chuckled once, withdrew his gaze, looked back at the staircase, and continued upward.

Just now it was "you" who closed the door; now you can't beat me, so you open it to let him go—what kind of good fortune is this in the world?

"Dear."

The voice came from behind.

Chu Zhongtian's body trembled; he seemed to hear someone call him "dear"? He poked his head out of the living room and saw the originally closed door now open.

A figure stood in the doorway, just like him, peeking inside.

"Damn! What are you doing here?" Chu Zhongtian exclaimed, flustered. Shi Jiuntai, this damn fool—how did he get here?

"As I thought, you're here—I was worried about you." Shi Jiuntai said, walking in.

"—Wait a minute, was it you who just called me 'dear'?" Chu Zhongtian said.

"Hiss." Shi Jiuntai made a disgusted face. "You haven't found a girlfriend in ages and turned to this? Your turning is fine, but we've always been just good friends."

"You're the one who turned!" Straight man Chu Zhongtian protested, "Don't make me angry—my chest hurts."

"Chest hurts?" Shi Jiuntai said. "What are you doing here?"

"Haunted house exploration." Chu Zhongtian replied irritably, glanced behind him, and suddenly changed expression.

The corpse he had just split in two was gone!

Not only that, the room that had looked spotless instantly became filthy, with many mottled stains on the ceiling and furniture showing signs of decay and ruin.

In an instant, it shifted from a normally inhabited house to a "proper" abandoned dwelling, long unoccupied.

The original chill and sense of evil had vanished completely.

"Is this returning to reality?" Chu Zhongtian thought to himself.

Because the door was opened from outside by Shi Jiuntai?

"Hey, hey, snap out of it! You came here a few days ago—why are you back again, and what about the people with you?" Shi Jiuntai asked. "You're not really having them come to exorcise, are you? That white-haired guy—is he a monk? He looks like one to me."

"You ask too many questions." Chu Zhongtian said. "By the way, how do you know I'm here?"

"You asked about the location and then ran off—obviously you came here." Shi Jiuntai said.

"Alright." Chu Zhongtian walked toward the outside of the house. "Let's go out first."

The situation is unclear—definitely can't charge in like a master; better to retreat strategically first—this isn't cowardice.

Can strategic retreat be called cowardice?

"You still haven't said—are they the exorcists you hired?" Shi Jiuntai pressed.

"Just suppose they are." Chu Zhongtian gave a perfunctory reply; the pain in his chest made it hard for him to focus.

He always felt a sense of unreality.