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The female ghost was also staring at him, the ghostly fire in her eye sockets flickering wildly, filled with resentment and venom, and a hint of something else...

excited.

"Interesting—" she sneered, "This young man is quite fierce! I like it! Hold him down! I want him alive!"

More figures poured out of the house.

Shen Wen glanced at it out of the corner of his eye and quickly calculated in his mind.

There are at least fifty.

He took a step back, moving to Su Mu's side.

"Too many," he said in a low voice. "We need to clear them out."

Su Mu didn't speak, but his spear was already thrust out, with gray-black mist swirling around its tip.

The evil spirit has been activated.

The spearhead pierced a figure's chest, and mist seeped into the wound.

The figure froze, opened its mouth and screamed silently, and a transparent, twisted thing was torn from its body and shredded into pieces by the mist.

His body slumped to the ground, motionless.

died.

He's really dead.

Although Shen Wen was not possessed by evil spirits, he was still capable of dealing with these controlled puppets.

"Charge in," he said.

Su Mu glanced at him and nodded.

The two stepped forward simultaneously to meet the approaching figures.

A flash of light, and a head flew off.

The spear thrust out, and a spirit was shredded.

Shen Wen didn't use any evil energy, but his blade was fast and ruthless enough to cut through bones and cleave through flesh with every strike.

Those figures were cut down, got up, were cut down again, and got up more and more slowly.

Su Mu's spear was more efficient than his.

Once the evil spirit is activated, each spear thrust shatters a spirit into pieces.

Those figures fell, never to rise again.

Jiang Youchu stood at the gate of the courtyard, raising her rifle.

"Bang!"

The figure at the very front had his head smashed open and collapsed to the ground.

"Bang!"

Another figure had a bloody hole explode in his chest, staggered forward two steps, and fell to the ground.

She didn't hit his head, she hit his chest.

A small head makes it easy to deflect. A large chest means you can hit seven or eight out of ten shots.

The female ghost's scream pierced Shen Wen's eardrums, and he immediately sensed something was wrong.

It wasn't the sound itself, but something deeper. It was like cold tentacles probing into my mind, stirring the depths of my consciousness.

He glanced at the status bar; the sanity value was dropping at a visible rate.

We can't delay any longer!

"You dare kill my men!"

The ghost's shriek echoed through the empty hall.

Shen Wen gripped the butcher's hand tightly, his eyes sweeping across the battlefield.

Su Mu's spear had just pierced a spirit, and the thing completely dissipated in the silver light, failing to reform like the previous ones.

effective.

Su Mu's spear could truly kill them.

The female ghost was clearly aware of this as well.

Her figure paused in mid-air, her scarlet eyes fixed on Su Mu's direction.

Shen Wen followed her gaze and saw two figures rush out from the side.

One was a pale-faced young man who moved with incredible speed, almost leaving a trail of afterimages.

The other was dressed in a Taoist robe, with a livid face and a steady, powerful gait.

"I'll handle that Taoist priest. Su Mu, you go and deal with that pretty boy!"

Without hesitation, Shen Wen charged towards the Taoist priest.

The distance between the two closed in an instant. The Taoist's movements were incredibly fast, and his punch came with a sharp whistling sound.

Shen Wen dodged to the side, but the butcher slashed horizontally, only to be nimbly evaded by the opponent.

This guy has a method.

It wasn't one of those puppets that randomly lunged and bit; it was one that had actually been trained.

Shen Wen narrowed his eyes and began to take things seriously.

On the other side, Su Mu's spear was already thrusting towards the pretty boy. The opponent was indeed fast, but Su Mu's spear was even faster, forcing the pretty boy to retreat repeatedly.

His face turned even paler, and he tried to create distance by flashing his figure, but Su Mu kept him firmly entangled.

The female ghost let out a shriek in mid-air.

She saw the situation. The pretty boy and the Taoist priest were being held back, while his subordinates were being truly killed.

If this continues, the power she has painstakingly accumulated will gradually be depleted.

A flash of red.

Without further hesitation, the female ghost transformed into a streak of blood-red light and rushed straight at Su Mu.

She could see clearly that the woman with the spear was the biggest threat.

"Be careful!"

Su Qingxuan reacted even faster.

She grabbed the Soul-Devouring Doll from her waist and threw it with all her might towards Su Mu.

The doll rapidly expanded in the air, and when it landed, it had become a huge, indistinct monster, blocking the female ghost's path.

The moment the female ghost collided with the doll, she froze. The doll opened its mouth wide and desperately tore at her invisible body.

Su Mu did not turn around.

Her attention was entirely focused on the handsome young man in front of her. The spear moved like a dragon, each thrust, each flick, each slash carrying a deadly intent.

The pretty boy's speed began to slow down, his figure becoming increasingly faint and ethereal—

The last spear pierced his chest.

The pretty boy let out a silent scream, and his entire body disintegrated like smoke.

Shen Wen also found an opportunity.

The Taoist's moves were indeed exquisite, but Shen Wen's speed and strength were far superior.

More importantly, the butcher's perception of weaknesses is frantically alerting him.

His eyes clearly saw every flaw: his left rib, the side of his neck, and his lower back.

He deliberately created an opening to lure the Taoist priest into launching a surprise attack.

Just as his opponent missed his punch, the butcher slashed diagonally, precisely cutting across his neck.

His head flew up, landed, and rolled twice.

Shen Wen was about to sheathe his sword when he sensed that the [Slaughter] passive skill had been triggered.

He's not dead?

No, it's not that he didn't die before, but was controlled by something.

He's really dead now.

Shen Wen raised an eyebrow, not having time to think about it further.

He turned to look in Su Mu's direction.

Su Mu has already engaged in combat with the female ghost in red.

The spear in her hands almost came to life, stabbing, picking, sweeping, and slashing, weaving a dense, impenetrable net.

But the female ghost was too fast, so fast that her figure was almost invisible; all that could be seen was a red shadow weaving through the silver light.

Sweat beaded on Su Mu's forehead.

This can't go on.

No matter how fast her spear was, it couldn't outrun a truly reckless and vengeful ghost.

Shen Wen quickly surveyed the battlefield.

The puppets were converging on this side, and Jiang Youchu kept firing her ice arrows. Each arrow slowed down the puppets' movements a little, but there were just too many of them.

Where is the breakthrough?

Shen Wen thought of the Taoist priest who hadn't died earlier, and the water bowl he had left behind.

Shen Wen strode over and grabbed the Soul-Devouring Doll.

The doll had shrunk back to its original size and was limply hanging in his hand.

He turned and tossed it to Su Qingxuan.

"Sister Xuan, go to the town mayor's house and bring back the water bowl!"

Su Qingxuan caught the doll and ran outside without any hesitation.

Shen Wen gripped his long sword and met the oncoming puppets.

With flashes of blades, bodies fell one after another.

Jiang Youchu stood to his side and slightly behind, firing one ice arrow after another, the silver-blue light leaving brief trails in the air.

In the distance, Su Mu's spear was still entangled with that red figure.

The female ghost's shriek rang out again, this time sharper and more furious than before.

She realized she couldn't kill the woman with the spear, while the puppets were being eliminated one by one.

She started to get anxious.

As he slayed the puppets, he kept an eye on the direction outside.

Su Qingxuan hasn't appeared yet, but she should be here soon.

The female ghost suddenly gave up fighting with Su Mu, and with a flash, she pounced towards Shen Wen.

Shen Wen's pupils contracted slightly as he was about to dodge when an icy arrow grazed past his ear and struck the red figure.

The female ghost paused, her speed slowing down.

Su Mu's spear followed closely behind, thrusting from behind.

The female ghost let out a scream, and the red shadow suddenly contracted and then expanded again.

She finally realized that these people were much more troublesome than she had imagined.

Hurried footsteps could be heard outside.

Su Qingxuan returned, holding the water bowl in her hands.