Su Chenghe could not save Cheng Lvtong. He could only delay his death as much as possible, but he had no choice but to try.
At present, it was impossible to tell whether they were puppets or vengeful ghosts. Xu Chan, Pei Chuan, Jiang Yingying, Zhang Chi... every last one of these things bearing the distinctive marks of the dead had emerged.
Their targets all bypassed Su Chenghe and lunged straight at Cheng Lvtong alone.
"Hou... Guisheng is not here!"
Cheng Lvtong was struggling just to protect himself. In agony, he snapped his own left wrist and tore away Zhang Chi's hand that had clawed up from the floor.
His freed right hand reached into his mouth, grabbed Jiang Yingying's arm emerging from his throat, and violently yanked it out.
Great clots of blood came out along with that arm, crushing some of his bones and filling his entire airway with stagnant blood.
Amid violent coughing, fresh blood streamed from his mouth. He roared Hou Guisheng's name, but could not utter another word, because the upside-down Pei Chuan had already arrived above his head.
Su Chenghe understood the situation. He immediately swung his arm, aiming the Bone-Chilling Dagger straight at the falling Pei Chuan, while his right hand seized Cheng Lvtong from the ground and hurled him away with all his strength.
After Pei Chuan "died" for the second time, he crashed heavily to the floor, becoming the second corpse that should not have been here, just like Xu Chan.
At the same time, Cheng Lvtong's forced displacement allowed him to evade the attacks of the two vengeful ghosts, Jiang Yingying and Zhang Chi.
But immediately afterward, he fell into a writhing mass that could not be identified as blood vessels or some vile substance, because in those few short