"Iron hook..."
A flicker of confusion seemed to pass through Xu Zhen's eyes as her gaze swept over the two people before her, then behind Luo Xing beside her.
Yet her pupils reflected neither the exaggerated size of that giant iron hook nor any sign of it piercing through the shoulder blades.
"Why does it only appear in the First Factory..."
Before Xu Zhen could finish, the silent Luo Xing suddenly raised his head, a fierce gleam bursting from his eyes.
Chang Nian had been intensely focused. The instant Luo Xing looked up, she sensed that something was wrong and immediately swung her blade at his neck.
Once this ghost exposed itself, it was not difficult to deal with. The methods it had used so far were limited to replacement and disguise, and it still had to kill with its own hands.
Moreover, the human skin it inhabited was extremely fragile. Forget decapitation—even severing an arm would destroy it outright.
Unless it had other methods, an attack of this level would no longer cause Chang Nian any trouble.
But speak of the devil, and the devil appeared. This time, "Luo Xing's" exposure revealed an entirely new method of attack—one that had only just been mentioned.
"Clatter!"
A chain whistled past her ear with a scraping drag. Chang Nian's body suddenly lurched, and she toppled forward uncontrollably, face-first onto the ground. Forced to discard her short blade, she braced herself with both hands.
At the same time, Yan Tang from behind and to the side crashed uncontrollably onto her back. Two dull impacts sounded, followed by the winding of two chains.
At last, agonizing pain that made her scalp prickle erupted from her back. The chains tore through the skin around both shoulder blades and ground against the gaps in her