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Chapter 366 Confrontation
That was the sound of a dull knife crushing flesh.

Zhou You had heard this sound before.

That was when he was a child, before machines were as common as they are now. His grandfather once took him to a butcher shop, and that's the sound the butcher made when he chopped meat.

The man continued to hack away, seemingly tireless, even after the woman's body had stopped moving.

After an unknown amount of time, the sound of chopping meat finally stopped.

The man stood up, panting, his blood-stained face beaming with a broad smile. Then, he straightened his clothes and looked outside—towards where Zhou You was—and suddenly laughed.

"It seems we have guests. That's quite a rare sight. I wonder what they're here for? Are they here to collect debts, demand money, or something else?"

"Planning to become like us?"

His expression and words were just like those of a real ghost.

But that's not the most terrifying thing.

Most terrifyingly, along with these words, the woman, whose body was already mangled and bloody, raised her head, and a smile burst forth from her head, which was only held together by a few bits of skin and flesh.

Then, she said it with the same sarcasm.

"Yes, look how bitter life is in this world, why don't you share our eternal sleep?"

The moment its sound faded, Zhou You felt a muddy patch beneath his feet.

Looking down, I saw that I had stepped into a pile of rotten flesh.

The abscess burst, and the man picked up a wood-chopping knife, while the woman, holding her head, walked briskly towards Zhou You together!

And what someone did was very simple.

That is it.
Withdraw!

—Just kidding. If I still had all my martial arts skills, I might try to fight these things, but right now I'm using this poor kid's body.
Kicking a goal can be fun, but when you really need to, you still have to use your brain.

The dilapidated room seemed to have come alive; the walls had become as smooth as oil and skin, and the passageway had become winding and long, stretching deep into the interior, leading nowhere.

The couple, or perhaps they were ghosts disguised as a married couple, chased after them at a leisurely pace. The man held a wood-chopping knife, his face still bearing that same manic expression, while the woman held her head in her hands, laughing and shouting to those around her.

"Where are you? You have nowhere to run! Come out now!"

Their leisurely demeanor is quite simple; they've calculated that Zhou You can't escape, so they're playing with each other like a cat toying with a mouse.

After all, for them, becoming a cougar is an extremely painful thing, so...

They also desperately want others to experience that kind of pain.

The road stretched on and on, the sound of a machete scraping the ground and the woman's shrill laughter creating a terrifying melody, until they reached a muddy spot. The man looked down, met the woman's gaze, and suddenly made a comical face.

There is a footprint on the ground.

It is clear that the owner of these footprints was extremely panicked, to the point of being so frantic that he didn't know where to go, and the direction the footprints extended was towards a typical door.

The two ghostly figures exchanged a glance, and then the man, dragging his wood-chopping knife, pushed open the door first.

The clutter inside began to mutate, with countless blood streaks crawling all over it, and the floor was covered with foul-smelling pus, making the whole room look like a giant latrine.

Once inside, the signs of his hasty escape became increasingly obvious. The man even saw the hem of his clothes hidden behind the trash—his smile twisted even more as he walked step by step toward his hiding place.

The big foot stomped on the viscous liquid, making a 'splatter splatter' sound.

There is no doubt that this was a deliberately created sound.

He waited for a full ten seconds until he reached the clothes, allowing enough time for fear to build up, before raising the machete high and, under the equally mocking gaze of the woman behind him, stabbing it towards the trash can!

however.

There was no sensation of piercing flesh.

The man was stunned for a few moments, then quickly shoveled away the pile of trash.

Where are the people in this?

It's just a tattered cotton-padded coat!

At the same time, a scream came from the woman behind him.

Turning around in astonishment, he realized that what he had initially thought was a rat had actually been hiding behind the door all along, and the clothes were just a smokescreen. Now, this expensive man was holding a simple short knife, pointing it at his wife's remaining neck.

The man was initially extremely anxious, but upon seeing this action, he almost burst out laughing.

Since their deaths, they have endured this endless torment day and night, every hour, except when someone enters this place.

He had killed his wife countless times, and his wife had died countless times as well.

And now, this guy thinks he can kill them with this broken little knife?
He's dreaming!

But right now.

Right in the man's line of sight.

The dagger suddenly burst into a burst of golden light!
The golden light wasn't particularly dazzling; in fact, it was rather dim. Yet, it sliced ​​through his wife's flesh with the ease of cutting through iron like mud.

The still-smiling head fell to the ground, then was kicked high into the ground, burying itself beneath the man.

The man was stunned for a few seconds, then flew into a rage.

He didn't feel sad.

Since they transformed into ghouls, their bodies and even their souls have become toys for the evil spirits. Their joys, sorrows, and other emotions are all under the control of the other party. Moreover, it is only a matter of having their heads chopped off, which is far from enough to kill their wives.

He was simply angry
Damn it, I've been made a fool of!

Raising the heavy wood-chopping knife, the man roared as he charged toward the other man.

Now he could see that although this person had the golden light to dispel evil, his physical condition was really poor. Even moving around was extremely difficult, and he seemed to have some kind of hidden injury.

With my current physical condition, even if I take a couple of hits, I can definitely recover.
however.

He only saw an ordinary face.

The other party—Zhou You—instantly crouched down, narrowly avoiding the woodcutter's knife, and at the same time, leaned forward, slashing the knife directly at the man's chest.

Next came the second cut.

The man felt a burning pain coursing through his body. He wanted to scream, but the next moment, the dagger was already plunged into his stomach.

The last bit of power of the exorcising talisman dissipated.

But Zhou You only intended to do that.

He was well aware of his current situation, so he didn't even think about actually killing his opponent; he just wanted to find a way to incapacitate him so that he could buy himself time.

Even if his master was unreliable, after so much time, he should have noticed something was wrong with him by now.

When he breaks in, the two of them can join forces to deal with these guys!
Seeing the creature writhe in agony as it struggled to its feet, Zhou You didn't even bother to check on it. Instead, he tapped his toes on the ground several times and swiftly retreated towards the door. However...

The next second, he felt as if he had been grabbed by something.

A chilling sensation came from my legs, as if something had seeped into my bones, bringing an extremely nauseating feeling, even making me want to vomit.

With the last of his strength, he lowered his head.

Then he saw a face that was bluish-white like a dead person's, and looked to be only six or seven years old.

Similarly, this face also carried an expression full of malice, even bordering on madness.

Miscalculated.

Listening to the argument he had just heard, he had assumed the child was killed later, but it turned out the child had died before the argument even started.

Moreover, it also transformed into a vengeful spirit.

The small hand gripped Zhou You's leg, seemingly without much force, yet it rendered Zhou You completely immobile.

At this moment, the two vengeful spirits that had previously lost their ability to move began to gradually recover. The severed head began to roll back, and the man, clutching his stomach, used the machete for support to slowly but firmly straighten up.

That face, once so bizarre, now only showed pure, unadulterated grotesqueness.

—I'm going to kill you bit by bit. Don't worry, it will take a very long time.

Although he didn't say anything, Zhou You clearly understood the meaning from his eyes.

However, the person still showed no sign of panic.

It's just a shift from guerrilla warfare to direct combat; he's experienced this kind of thing far too many times.

not to mention.
In this situation, remaining calm is always more useful than panicking.

He carefully manipulated the bait incantation, feeling the yin energy being slowly forced out of his body, and then silently calculated the time in his mind.

Then, just as the other party was about to fully recover, he finally regained his ability to move.

Zhou You kicked the brat away, took a deep breath, used the last bit of his magic power to ignite the talisman, and then crept in.

Avoiding the woman's outstretched hand, he then slashed his dagger through a blurry light before facing the man.

When the machetes are swung at the same time, it's just a matter of who's faster.

But in the very next second—

Suddenly.

In this room filled with a foul stench.

A string melody suddenly rang out.

The sound was so sudden that it startled all three people and the three ghosts.

Wait, I mean, when did battles start having background music?
But the music didn't give them any time to react; they heard a clear, gentle sound, but it quickly transformed into a graceful, melodious tune—

That's right, it's graceful.

Listening to this sound is like something is tugging at your heartstrings, or like an unparalleled beauty is leaning against you, her robe half-undone, revealing large expanses of delicate and smooth white skin.

Even just listening to that sound can make one restless and eager to try it out.

Zhou You struggled to suppress the alluring thoughts that surfaced in his mind, but the three ghosts were a different story. The woman scratched her body violently, as if millions of ants were crawling inside her, while the man...
The man was in slightly better shape. His face was flushed as if he were drunk, but he was still barely able to keep his senses. He gripped the woodcutter's knife with trembling hands and struggled to lift himself up, trying to chop in the direction from which the sound came.

But momentarily.

A woman's voice came from there.

"Kid, if you don't want to die, lend a hand."

—It is self-evident who he was speaking to.

A friend, not an enemy.

The instant he made that decision, Zhou You gripped the knife in his hand, forcibly calming all his emotions and focusing his attention on one point—

Then, they suddenly burst out!

Although the man was still unsteady on his feet, he struggled to turn around, and the woodcutter's knife, reeking of blood, came flying through the air—but this time the short knife had already reached him first, and before he could strike, it had already pierced the neck.

Of course, just like last time, this is not fatal.

But in that brief moment, a fan flew through the air and pinned the man's arm to the wall.

The fan unfolded, and with the sound of bones and flesh tearing apart, a peach blossom appeared before one's eyes.

The fragrance filled the air, and the enchanting aroma seemed to grow ever more alluring. However, the music played became increasingly urgent, and as it reached its climax, a figure leaped down from the roof beam.

At that moment, another, slightly older-sounding female voice rang out.

"Cold Dew, make your move."

The figure that leaped down produced another fan, and as it leaned towards the man, the fan unfolded again—the falling figure moved as if dancing gracefully, with alluring steps, and gently brushed against the man's neck.

His already severely injured neck was completely split open this time, and his head rolled to the ground like his wife's, but he was still alive.

But just then, a red cloth was placed over his head.

Strangely enough, the moment the cloth was placed over the man's head, he stopped moving completely, and then, with a gentle pat from a hand, the red cloth was smoothed out.

The man's head also disappeared without a trace.

The woman next to her suddenly let out a wail. She picked up her son as if she had lost her parents, and despite his struggles, she pressed down on him forcefully. Filthy blood flowed from his body, and at the same time, the room began to undergo even more violent distortions.

but.

A familiar voice followed.

"Holy crap, disciple, I've finally found you!"

The next moment, the whole room began to shake, and countless paper figures emerged from outside the door and poured in, quickly engulfing the mother and child. Finally, there was Old Man Li's lewd old face.

"I'm not saying you're alright, but I risked my life to find this place—my disciple, are you hurt anywhere? Do you feel any discomfort? If it's really serious, I'll take you to the infirmary first."

But suddenly, the voices stopped abruptly.

Old Man Li also saw that figure, as well as the person playing the zither not far away.

His face grew increasingly grim, and after a long while, he finally spoke in a voice that seemed to be forced out through clenched teeth.

"You whores from the brothel, what are you doing here!"

(End of this chapter)