The Slit-Mouthed Woman raised both hands. Her towering frame of over two meters lifted Wang Liang by the throat, leaving his feet dangling off the ground.
The intense sensation of suffocation turned Wang Liang’s face a livid blue, even tinged with a deathly gray. At the same time, the corners of his mouth were still stretching into an uncontrollable grin, the split nearly reaching his ears.
Choking someone, and smiling with a slit mouth—two terrifying supernatural forces suppressed Wang Liang at the same time. In only a few seconds after the Slit-Mouthed Woman’s true body appeared, Wang Liang was already about to fall into a desperate situation.
But just before Sadako’s supernatural power was about to go silent, Wang Liang used an alternative reboot.
He might not necessarily have a chance in a head-on confrontation, but when it came to fleeing and preserving his life, he was also very skilled.
Wang Liang, held in the Slit-Mouthed Woman’s grasp, stopped struggling and fell into deathly stillness. The skin of his body rapidly rotted away, and all signs of life vanished.
“No, Wang Liang! Damn it, you accursed ghost!”
Zhou Kun’s eyes were about to split with rage. He had no idea Wang Liang possessed the ability to perform an alternative reboot. That was an ability most ghost handlers of the current era would not even dare imagine.
To come back from the dead—even though Zhou Kun had mastered a malevolent ghost himself, it was still difficult for him to easily believe that the power of a ghost could achieve such a thing.
So in Zhou Kun’s eyes, Wang Liang had already been killed.
The flesh on Zhou Kun’s left arm shriveled even further, almost reaching his shoulder. Correspondingly, however, the sinister chill on that left arm grew even denser.
Zhou Kun strode over. This time, he went directly up to the malevolent ghost and slapped his cold left arm against the back of the Slit-Mouthed Woman’s towering body. An attack like this was far more terrifying than his previous strikes from a distance.
But the result was that the Slit-Mouthed Woman’s body did not move in the slightest. Even the old, bloodstained long trench coat formed from supernatural power showed not the slightest trace of decay, not even leaving behind a black handprint.
“What kind of joke is this?!” Zhou Kun’s eyes widened, filled with disbelief.
He felt as if that slap of his had landed on an icy wall, an immovable iceberg.
If it had been any of the malevolent ghosts he had encountered in the past, after driving his supernatural power to its limit, such a close-range, full-contact strike would have been enough to send even a ghost flying.
A weaker one would have fallen silent on the spot and remained motionless for a long time, giving him ample time to imprison it.
A stronger one would at least have been sent flying and stayed still for three or four seconds.
Yet against this ghost, he could not even shake it.
“Impossible! This must be another kind of supernatural power. How can this ghost possibly have so many killing rules?”
The Slit-Mouthed Woman did not turn around. It released its hand, letting the rotting corpse in its grasp fall to the ground.
After that, its figure began to fade, melting into the air and disappearing from sight.
It actually did not attack Zhou Kun again, nor did it pay any attention to the three messengers and the unconscious old man dozens of meters away.
It had only killed Wang Liang, who had rung the bell to summon it here, and then left just like that.
After the malevolent ghost departed, Zhou Kun’s physical condition was extremely poor. His legs went weak, and he dropped to one knee, gasping heavily for breath.
He had recovered his life, but his condition was not good.
The restlessness coming from his left arm made the state of his body utterly terrible. It was not only the arm eroded by the malevolent ghost; pain was spreading through every part of him, as though ants were gnawing at his flesh.
This was the ghost revival that ordinary ghost handlers had to face. The power of a malevolent ghost was never so easy to control.
For most ghost handlers, they were exchanging their lives for inhuman power.
Behind him, the three messengers saw that the Slit-Mouthed Woman had left and walked over at this moment.
Chang Feng supported Lü Huizhen as they came over. Lü Huizhen’s condition was also bad; her face was pale. She, too, had overused the power of her ghost.
Earlier, when they were resisting the possessed Slit-Mouthed Woman, her supernatural power had still had an effect.
But after the Slit-Mouthed Woman’s true body appeared, even though she intensified the use of her supernatural power from behind, even stimulating part of her own ghost revival, she still could not affect any of the Slit-Mouthed Woman’s movements. She had done her best.
“What a terrifying malevolent ghost. Big Brother, he…”
Fang Rui looked at the corpse in front of Zhou Kun, rotted beyond recognition, and could not describe what he felt.
The good news was that without this big brother, relying on that person in charge surnamed Zhou alone probably would not be enough to so easily threaten the lives of messengers like them anymore.
The bad news was that the malevolent ghost was still in this area.
Although for some unknown reason it had not killed them just now, they were still in danger. And the strongest big brother had already fallen.
He had seen the scene of the confrontation between the ghost handlers and the malevolent ghost just now: more than a dozen female ghosts crawling, black blood flowing, hideous smiles, rotting palm prints.
He had never witnessed such a vicious and terrifying scene before. But in the end, he had never expected that even such a powerful ghost handler would be killed.
“Old Wang…”
Zhou Kun stared at the rotting corpse before him with reddened eyes. After a moment of silence, he suddenly hammered the ground.
Although they had only known each other for a little over a day, Wang Liang’s powerful abilities and the sense of reliability he inspired had already left a deep impression in Zhou Kun’s heart.
This clearly was not even Wang Liang’s jurisdiction, but after learning that a supernatural incident would occur here, he had actually rushed over in person to handle it.
He had even used a white ghost candle to lure the malevolent ghost over so that it would not wander outside and kill people, confronting it head-on!
How responsible was that!
As the person in charge of a city, how long had it been since Zhou Kun had experienced following someone around like an attendant, running here and there after them?
After becoming a ghost handler, he had almost always fought alone during supernatural incidents, until recently…
“Damn it, Old Wang!!!”
Tonight, even the moon was mostly covered by dark clouds. The moonlight was bleak, and terror had descended.
Ignoring the agitation of the malevolent ghost within his body, Zhou Kun raised his head and glared furiously at the sky, which seemed darker and more oppressive than usual, letting out a low roar to vent the resentment in his heart.
This world was so cruel. Did ghost handlers like them, did this world, truly still have a future?
Tap, tap, tap.
Soft yet hurried footsteps came from within the ancestral hall, especially clear on this empty mountaintop.
Zhou Kun’s body stiffened. Then he abruptly turned his head, looking toward the rear door of the ancestral hall together with the three messengers, their gazes wary.
How could there possibly still be someone coming here at a time like this? If it was not a person, then it was a ghost!
Zhou Kun endured the painful agitation within his body and stood up, staring at the rear door of the ancestral hall, preparing to use the malevolent ghost’s supernatural power once again.
Tonight, he had to settle things here one way or another. At worst, he would fight until his ghost revived!
Lü Huizhen beside him was in equally poor condition. Unlike Zhou Kun, she was not so resolute; at this moment, the thought of retreat had already arisen in her heart.
She exchanged glances with Chang Feng and Fang Rui. If what came this time was still a malevolent ghost, they would use the Ghost Post Office to escape.
In any case, the letter had already been successfully delivered. She did not want to keep resisting like this anymore. At worst, she would be wanted by this person in charge, Zhou. That was still better than dying.
Besides, this person in charge named Zhou Kun might not even survive tonight. He had no way to flee through the Ghost Post Office.
Tap, tap.
The hurried footsteps drew closer and closer, arriving at the rear door of the ancestral hall.
The few of them stared fixedly. Chang Feng had already taken out a dirty, old, blackened sheet of letter paper, ready to ignite it at any moment.
At this moment, even the air seemed to congeal, and the surroundings were filled with a tense atmosphere.