The elevator doors opened, and Wu Chao and the other two had just been about to unleash their fierce-ghost supernatural powers.
But suddenly, Wu Chao roared:
“Something’s wrong. Stop!”
Feng Bo did not make a move. He was very calm; after noticing that something was off inside the elevator, he stopped at once without needing Wu Chao to warn him.
However, the fierce-ghost power had already been on the verge of being released. Even though he stopped now, it still made the fierce ghost inside him grow even more restless, worsening his pain.
Li Yu, however, was not nearly so composed. Her eyes had already been injured in Sadako’s earlier attack—one was blind, and the other could only see things in a blur. She could not make out the specific situation inside the elevator at all.
So the moment the elevator doors opened, before Wu Chao even had time to shout for her to stop, she thrust forward with the black fingernails on both hands.
Her gaze was vicious, even carrying a hint of Sadako’s air, as though she wanted to vent all the agitation and pain from her injuries and the revival of the fierce ghost within her onto “Wang Liang” inside the elevator.
The sharp, cold black nails extended several meters, stabbing into the pile of dismembered corpse pieces on the elevator floor.
Li Yu could not see clearly; she could only make out a blurry scene. She thought Wang Liang was lying on the elevator floor, trying to use that ridiculous posture to dodge their supernatural assault after the doors opened.
“Don’t be naive! Die, Wang Liang!” Li Yu shrieked.
Several blackened, razor-sharp ghost nails pierced into the corpse pieces on the floor. The flesh they touched turned black and rotted, transforming into an unknown black corpse-soil. The stench of decay that had already been drifting outward grew even thicker.
“Li Yu, stop! That isn’t Wang Liang. Stop using your fierce-ghost power!” Feng Bo hurriedly shouted.
“Bastard. It’s Fang Shang! Damn Wang Liang, he actually dared to play me again!”
Wu Chao’s rage had basically been pushed to the limit, his face flushed red. But he looked more like he was raging out of helplessness. Since he had begun controlling two ghosts, he had never been so stifled.
“Huh?” Li Yu froze on the spot, and her elongated ghost nails retracted.
But after the seven cold, blackened nails shrank back to the length of her palms, she found it difficult to pull them back any farther.
Instead, one nail on her left hand gradually turned black and began to lengthen. The fierce ghost inside her had taken another step closer to full revival. Between both hands, eight of her nails had already turned black and extended.
Li Yu revealed an expression of pain. It felt as if ants were gnawing at the inside of her body. Her nails could no longer retract; the revival of the fierce ghost could no longer be stopped.
“No… no… my ghost… is reviving.”
After being attacked by Sadako, eroded by the supernatural, and using her fierce-ghost power three times in rapid succession, Li Yu, who could originally have lived another two or three months, had already reached the limit of the fierce ghost’s revival.
Li Yu half-knelt on the ground, her hands trembling. One by one, her nails turned black, and she was utterly unable to stop it.
The flesh on her hands withered, as though something had sucked away the blood and meat. They became sallow, dry, and thin, the shriveled skin clinging to the bones of her hands. In contrast, the ghost nails at her fingertips grew increasingly black, glossy, and cold.
“What a nuisance. Couldn’t you hold on a little longer?”
Wu Chao cast Li Yu a gloomy sidelong glance, then looked toward Feng Bo.
“We don’t know where Wang Liang has gone. Go to the compartment first and take out a body bag. From the looks of it, Li Yu can’t hold on. We can’t let her ghost revive here and add to the chaos.”
Before Feng Bo could reply, Li Yu had already shown terror on her face and was shaking her head again and again.
“No, Brother Wu, I don’t want to die. Save me. You have a way to ease the revival of the fierce ghost. You definitely do. I’m begging you. I’m about to die. Sob… I’m a high-level member of the club! You can’t abandon me.”
Li Yu’s vision was blurry. She barely looked toward Wu Chao’s position and crawled over in that direction, kneeling and pleading.
Wu Chao gave a cold snort, took a few steps forward to avoid the crawling Li Yu, and stood in front of the elevator doors, continuing to wait for Wang Liang to come up.
Feng Bo had already walked silently toward the compartment, preparing to take out a golden body bag and put Li Yu inside when she could no longer hold on.
“I don’t want to die. I don’t want to die! I’m a high-level member of the club. You… can’t… do this… save… me…”
Li Yu lay prone on the ground, her body trembling. The revival of her fierce ghost could not be stopped. In such a short time, the nails on both her hands had already turned black up to the ninth, and the coldness emanating from them grew increasingly dense.
When all ten nails on her hands turned completely black, that would be the moment the fierce ghost inside her fully revived and killed her.
But at that moment, an unfamiliar whisper suddenly sounded by her ear, so quiet that only she could hear it.
“Your ghost is very good. Sadako likes it very much.”
Who was Sadako?
Li Yu was stunned. Hearing the voice, she turned her head, but in her blurred vision, she could not see anyone.
No!
Li Yu felt a cold aura suddenly invading her eyes.
In her field of vision, everything around her was blurry, but the figure of a female ghost with black hair covering her face gradually emerged at the center of her sight. It swayed as it walked over, growing clearer and clearer, completely different from the blurriness around it.
“It’s that thing again! Brother Chao, it’s that female ghost! Hurry! Hurry and kill it!” Li Yu screamed in terror.
Wu Chao snapped his head around, but he saw nothing. All he saw was Li Yu screaming at empty air and retreating in panic.
“Crazy woman. Has her mental state already reached its limit? Old Feng, hurry up and bring the thing over! Li Yu can’t hold on much longer.”
Wu Chao was extremely impatient. Wang Liang might come up at any moment, yet Li Yu was actually about to collapse at a time like this.
If a revived fierce ghost appeared here, it would only make everything afterward even more troublesome, creating even more variables.
Wu Chao only thought Li Yu had gone mad because the fierce ghost was reviving and her mental state had collapsed.
But what he did not notice was that although there was nothing in front of Li Yu, on the surface of her one remaining injured black eyeball, the figure of a white-clothed female ghost with black hair covering her face was eerily reflected.
The Slit-Mouthed Woman’s ghost domain had combined with Sadako’s supernatural power, making Sadako’s curse even stranger.
“If I can’t live, don’t think you’ll have it easy either!”
Li Yu shouted hideously, completely abandoning all hope of survival. She raised her hand and stabbed toward the female ghost in her vision.
The nine cold, blackened nails were no longer suppressed. They suddenly lengthened, piercing forward.
But in the end, they merely extended nearly ten meters, pierced through empty air, and stabbed into the wall.
The tips of the nails sank into the wall. Where they pierced, the wall blackened and decayed, as though it had aged by several decades in an instant.
Feng Bo, holding a golden body bag, quickly ran out from the compartment.
Wu Chao stared warily at Li Yu, who was going mad at empty air, preparing to take action and imprison the revived fierce ghost.
But just then—
With a wet squelch.
A pale arm so familiar it made their scalps crawl suddenly burst out from Li Yu’s eyeball, splattering blood. It hooked backward around Li Yu’s neck and, with a crack, twisted it, killing her.
Li Yu collapsed weakly to the ground, dying on the spot. The pale arm extending from her eye turned into ash. One eye on her face had rotted away, while the other was left as nothing more than a bloody black hole.