At this moment, one-third of the twelve people at the Fourth Branch had already died.
Three heads rolled down the steps, tumbling into the mist and vanishing from sight. Only three corpses, still spraying blood, remained exposed to the rain.
Xue Tingtao could barely look after himself. His head had long since been severed, connected only by a fragile strip of skin.
Yet the adhesive properties of the Golden Thread Sin Item kept him barely alive. But he could only barely hang on.
Wei Guang, meanwhile, was like a firefighter, rushing to save the second person after handling the first.
That iron hook had already pierced the shoulder blades of three employees. It seemed to clash with the Head-Pulling Fierce Ghost's Supernatural Power in this manner, forcing it back.
Worth noting was that Wei Guang himself seemed to have become someone the Head-Pulling Fierce Ghost had overlooked.
Clearly, he was the one with the biggest role in the Fourth Branch, yet he had not been pulled into the Head-Pulling Ghost's killing routine.
Watching this scene, Ji Li seemed to receive some kind of hint. A speculation gradually surfaced in his mind.
"The killer cannot kill itself..."
This guess had not been difficult to reach. It was merely Wei Guang's situation, combined with that of the Fourth Branch, that had led him to this association.
The first stage of Tianming Mountain Cemetery was guarded by the Black Shadow Ghost and the Head-Pulling Ghost.
Neither ghost had appeared in its true form. One had chosen to "hide," while the other had chosen to "blend in."
Just as the Head-Pulling Ghost had blended into the vicinity of, or even within, the Fourth Branch, it could change locations at any time or quickly possess someone, allowing it to rip off the victims' heads.
Likewise,