Sizzle!
Some hot, wet blood splattered onto Liu Yu's face with the night wind.
He instinctively wiped it off, feeling a sticky sensation on his hand, and was immediately shocked as he backed away from Yu Shizhong.
Yu Shizhong's face was expressionless, because he didn't even know he was dead.
His head, like a ripe persimmon, rolled off his neck.
Bang!
The head fell to the ground and rolled a few circles, leaving a trail of blood.
"The fierce ghost is here?"
Liu Yu felt a chill throughout his body.
What kind of cursed luck is this?
As soon as Lin Baici left, this thing showed up?
It was too fast, wasn't it?
How is anyone supposed to survive like this?
Liu Yu had seen Lin Baici calmly and effortlessly deal with fierce ghosts, and thought he could do the same, but when facing the fierce ghost alone, he realized that the mental pressure was overwhelming.
His heart raced, his hands and feet trembled, his mind was in chaos, and he couldn't calm down at all.
