The derivative Sadakos simply could not withstand such a supernatural assault. That meant Wang Liang had no choice but to step in himself.
The Slit-Mouthed Woman’s position was unpredictable. He had to endure her attacks for a certain amount of time before the derivative Sadakos scattered around him would have a chance to crawl over, attack her, and confront her.
Wang Liang did not hesitate. Once he had judged the situation, he immediately took out a rusted copper bell with a Republican-era style and began to shake it.
The Slit-Mouthed Woman’s attack just now did not seem to have targeted the mind, so there was no need for too many misgivings.
Jingle, jingle. Jingle, jingle.
The ethereal, eerie ringing echoed across the mountaintop. Anyone who heard it could feel an inexplicable chill rising from the depths of their heart, making them shudder despite themselves.
This was no ordinary bell. It rang for ghosts, not for people.
As the bell sounded, the fierce ghost was summoned once more. A cold, sinister aura seeped over, and Li Lengmei’s figure once again emerged in the air, appearing some distance beside Wang Liang.
Li Lengmei’s mouth was torn open in a hideous, bloody gash, the enormous maw displaying the cruelty and ferocity of a fierce ghost. The terrifying supernatural power that killed by splitting mouths took effect on Wang Liang.
Wang Liang had only just turned and located his target when he personally experienced the same sensation the derivative Sadakos had gone through moments ago.
The corners of his mouth hooked upward beyond his control. They split open, trying to spread along his cheeks toward the roots of his ears.
However, at that moment, strands of black blood began to seep out from the surface of his skin. Sadako’s supernatural power also filled every part of his body, turning his current body into a pseudo-ghost body. To a certain extent, this delayed the mouth-splitting supernatural power’s erosion of his flesh.
As the corners of his mouth split, Wang Liang felt his body growing weak. His skin turned yellow, dry flakes peeling away. The beating of his heart slowed, and the flow of his blood grew sluggish.
Although his body had not been doomed to die instantly, it was still rapidly failing.
Perhaps the moment of complete death would be the moment the corners of his mouth were fully torn to the roots of his ears.
And this was under the condition that he was a ghost controller who had mastered a deadlocked fierce ghost, forming a pseudo-ghost body with a relatively strong ability to resist supernatural attacks.
If it had been an ordinary person, they would probably have had no ability to resist at all and would have died the instant their mouth split open.
Wang Liang did not simply stand there while under attack. After discovering the target, the surrounding derivative Sadakos all turned at once to face the Slit-Mouthed Woman.
The Sadakos’ bodies swayed as they twisted the joints of their limbs one after another. Their bones produced a chilling, grinding clatter as they rapidly crawled toward the Slit-Mouthed Woman in inhuman postures.
Corrosive black ghost blood flowed down the Sadakos’ pale arms, leaving puddles of black blood wherever it passed.
The black blood on the ground wriggled like woodlice, likewise gathering toward the Slit-Mouthed Woman’s position.
“Wang Liang!” Zhou Kun shouted.
A sinister wind swept past, and numerous supernatural phenomena appeared. Seeing that Wang Liang had taken the initiative to withstand the attack this time, Zhou Kun believed that this would be a head-on confrontation between Wang Liang and the fierce ghost, with no room to retreat.
So Zhou Kun immediately turned his head and barked at Lü Huizhen, who was not far beside him:
“If you don’t want to die, then make your move right now!”
With that, he had already charged forward first.
As Zhou Kun ran, he yanked off the gold glove he had always worn on his left hand, rolled up his sleeve, and raised his left arm.
Only after the glove was removed and the sleeve pulled up could one see that most of Zhou Kun’s left arm had already suffered large-scale muscle atrophy. The withered arm was like a bamboo pole, as if it would snap with a single bend.
The hand in particular was completely different from the withered yellow of the rest of the arm. The skin there was blackened, the flesh shriveled, even the bones smaller; it looked noticeably smaller than the hand of a normal adult man. This was the hand of a fierce ghost.
Zhou Kun drove the fierce ghost’s power. Although most of his left arm was almost nothing but skin and bone, at that moment it exuded a bone-deep chill.
Seeing Zhou Kun rush forward, Chang Feng said in a low voice:
“Let’s go, Huizhen. At a time like this, we can’t retreat.”
In truth, they could use a special method to return to the Ghost Post Office now. After all, the mail delivery task had already been completed.
But this time, they had been caught red-handed by two persons in charge. If they dared to run at such a critical moment, and if those two persons in charge did not die this time, they would definitely be wanted nationwide in the future.
When they were not delivering letters, they still had to live ordinary lives, and they had families too. If they became wanted fugitives, death would only be a matter of time.
Lü Huizhen glared at Chang Feng.
“Easy for you to say. Even if someone goes, it’ll only be me. What use are you two right now? But every time I use the fierce ghost’s power, something inside me stirs restlessly, and my condition gets worse and worse!”
“Big sis, if you still don’t go, then if those two big shots don’t die this time, we’re the ones who’ll die. We want to go too, but without controlling fierce ghosts, rushing up there would just be throwing our lives away,” Fang Rui said with a mournful face.
“Shut up!”
Lü Huizhen cursed angrily, no longer wanting to look at the two beside her.
After hesitating for a moment and thinking of the consequences of not acting, she still took a few steps forward with an ashen face and likewise began to use the fierce ghost’s power.
A cold aura emanated from her body. Her eyes began to turn white, bulging outward abnormally, with veins standing out around them. The upper half of her head swelled as if it were about to burst, clearly wider than the lower half.
Lü Huizhen forcefully endured the restlessness within her body and the pain that made it feel as though her head were about to swell open, releasing her supernatural power toward the front.
Her supernatural power could create illusions. These illusions could not only deceive people, but also deceive ghosts. When used on ghosts, they could divert a ghost’s killing pattern.
Ahead, Wang Liang had not been killed immediately by the mouth-splitting supernatural power.
Thus, during this period, the nearest derivative Sadakos, their bodies streaming with black blood, had already arrived beside Li Lengmei. They extended their pale, bloodstained hands and clawed them into Li Lengmei’s body.
Black ghost blood followed the Sadakos’ palms and corroded Li Lengmei’s corpse, producing sizzling sounds of decay.
While attacking Wang Liang, Li Lengmei was also attacked by the Sadakos. At this moment, her method of attack underwent a different change.
The terrifying mouth-splitting supernatural power no longer targeted Wang Liang alone. The corners of the mouths of all the derivative Sadakos that drew near began to curl upward and split open at this moment.
However, the supernatural forces had already begun to collide. Li Lengmei was restricted to a certain extent. The speed at which Wang Liang’s mouth, already split to the middle of his cheeks, continued tearing slowed slightly; it no longer split open wildly. The Sadakos were not instantly reduced to ash by the attack either.
At this time, Zhou Kun had also arrived nearby with his withered, cold left arm raised. But the moment he entered a certain distance, the corners of his mouth also began to rise beyond his control.
Wang Liang noticed Zhou Kun’s change from the corner of his eye, and it immediately made him realize that this mouth-splitting killing supernatural power had a range. By rough judgment, that range was twenty meters.
Zhou Kun’s supernatural power could not be released from too far away, but he did not dare get too close either.
When he was about five or six meters from Li Lengmei, he let out a hoarse roar, as if enduring immense pain, then extended that cold left arm toward Li Lengmei and struck through the air.
In an instant, several pitch-black palm prints sank into Li Lengmei’s clothing.
Where the palm prints appeared, the dress decayed into ash, and the black palm marks were imprinted directly onto Li Lengmei’s bloated corpse.
The flesh around the palm prints rapidly blackened and rotted, making Li Lengmei’s corpse even more damaged.
Li Lengmei’s corpse was only a vessel, but the supernatural attack belonging to Zhou Kun caused it to sway, affecting the fierce ghost itself. This also made the trend of Wang Liang’s and Zhou Kun’s mouth corners splitting slow down once again.