Chen Mingyuan!
Now they knew—the true identity of this flashlight ghost was the embodiment of Chen Mingyuan's resentment. This unsolvable ghost, once seen by it, would lock onto its target and pursue them relentlessly, never stopping until death!
Run, run fast! Were you going to stand there and wait to die?
A voice in Dai Minghan's heart kept urging him, but another, more real voice told him that against this unsolvable ghost, simply running was useless. The speed of a ghost was beyond human comparison.
"You two... go first..."
"What?" Lin Tianheng turned back, looking at Dai Minghan's grim expression and his fully ghostified right hand. "Are you planning to..."
"Only my ghost hand can directly touch spirits. Maybe I can hold it off here for a while, and then..."
"And then you plan to die here? No way!"
Watching Lin Tianheng's frantic reaction, Dai Minghan fell silent. Because at that moment, they both saw it—a floating female ghost was silently blocking the path where the flashlight ghost was chasing them.
Her pale white feet hovered in midair, a blood-red dress glaringly conspicuous in the darkness. Her ghostly face, devoid of any expression, was set with almond-shaped eyes, no whites visible, black pupils filling the entire sockets.
Drip, drip. The female ghost's crimson dress, red as blood, actually began to seep blood, dripping down her floating feet onto the ground. At the same time, blood kept oozing from her black eye sockets, streaming down her ghastly pale face.
As the blood surged forth, wisps of black aura emanated from the red-clad female ghost. The tangible resentment gradually condensed, and the surrounding air turned bitterly cold.
Su Mu's face also turned as pale as a specter's, faintly shrouded in a black aura. Just as the female ghost's resentment grew thicker, she suddenly raised her hand and slashed her right wrist, letting her blood drip onto the dull, blood-like red jade bracelet!
The red jade bracelet on her left wrist emitted a dim, blood-like glow. The dripping blood was instantly absorbed by the bracelet. At the same time, the floating female ghost let out a piercing, shrill scream. Boundless ghostly aura erupted fiercely, and her black hair, loose behind her head, writhed and grew wildly, layer upon layer, tangling toward the fierce ghost in the mist ahead!
Endless strands of black hair stretched out, ensnaring the ghost within. The densely writhing hair blocked even the dim yellow light from penetrating. As the red-clad female ghost's hair kept growing wildly, Su Mu's face grew paler, her bloodless complexion making her lips appear even redder, like blood. She herself began to resemble the red-clad female ghost she was controlling!
Only when the red-clad female ghost's hair had tightly bound the enemy in layers did Su Mu finally breathe a sigh of relief. She pressed down on her bleeding wrist, fine beads of sweat forming on her forehead.
"Let's go. This ghost should be held back for a while."
Spirits were immortal and indestructible, so the ghosts in the mission couldn't be killed. Even those driven off by exorcism daggers or the shadow ghost that Dai Minghan's ghost hand had burst were only temporarily repelled. After a short time, the ghostly aura would reconverge, condense into a spirit, and those things would come back in full force.
Let alone this flashlight ghost, a truly unsolvable entity!
Being able to trap this unsolvable ghost for a while already showed Su Mu's formidable strength. Otherwise, she wouldn't have cleared five horror stories and become the host of this seventh group.
No words were needed—everyone understood the urgency. They all ran with all their might toward the door. The shadow ghosts along the way eerily lingered nearby, as if something among these people terrified them!
As Dai Minghan ran, he turned his head and saw that unfamiliar face again. Though it was also sprinting like them, that person's face showed not a single bead of sweat, not even the sound of panting. This person seemed utterly unaware of what fatigue meant.
This was definitely not human, but a ghost! He thought silently, feeling a bone-deep chill. With a ghost seed inside him, a ghost attached to his body, even if it was just his right hand, he could feel the parasitic ghost stirring restlessly, trying to take over. The human-skin ghost face—what kind of parasitic item was that?
Still, under the deterrence of this human-skin ghost, many specters were kept at bay. But for the person possessed, how could they drive this ghost out of their body?
For Chen Mo, a very strange feeling arose. His consciousness seemed to observe his own body from a third-person perspective, which had turned into an unfamiliar face. Yes, this face was exactly the one he had seen in the bathroom mirror after putting on the human-skin ghost face!
This was the ghost hidden within the human-skin ghost face. Once he put it on, this ghost had parasitized his body. Su Mu had warned him that although the human-skin ghost face was also a parasitic item, it was different from Dai Minghan's ghost hand. The ghost inside him was not under the host's control. After sensing the threat of supernatural forces, it would have a certain probability of appearing on its own.
Once this ghost appeared, it would replace him!
Now, Chen Mo could feel that this ghost was occupying his body and fully enjoying that control. Amidst the fear, it also sparked a bit of curiosity in him.
That small scalpel, in its hand, was as exquisite as a work of art, yet it was a real weapon. Even Dai Minghan had to be fully alert when facing it.
He couldn't help but imagine how delicately that scalpel could cut through a human body—perhaps to save a life, or perhaps to take one.
The feeling this ghost gave him was that of a healer and a killer. In short, it was a very peculiar ghost. As he stared curiously at the ghost within the human skin, the ghost doctor's face also turned to look at him. Their eyes met, and the unfamiliar man grinned, his face gradually blurring.
When Chen Mo snapped out of his daze, he found his consciousness back in his body. At the same time, he felt an intense chill and couldn't help but shiver violently.
"Chen Mo!" At that moment, Dai Minghan also noticed something was wrong and grabbed him. "Are you okay? That ghost..."
Chen Mo waved his hand, feeling as if even his heartbeat had stopped. But this wasn't the time to dwell on it. He shook his head and looked back, only to be struck with sheer terror. The ghost of Chen Mingyuan behind them had somehow vanished. As for the red-clad female ghost, her head had been severed from her pale neck and was rolling on the ground right before his eyes!
A bone-chilling dread surged over him!
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