Why Does Fellow Daoist Fan Look Like He's Dismembering a Ghost When He Kills It?

The foundations of one ghost and one paper figure were utterly impossible to conceal from Fan Wu's eyes.

Their attributes were a notch weaker than those of the Blue-faced Water Ghost Fan Wu had encountered before.

Fan Wu remembered that the Blue-faced Water Ghost's [Life] attribute had reached a full 234 points.

Its [Strength] had been an astonishing 5 points.

By comparison...

This White-robed Vengeful Ghost and Giant Paper Figure...

Were somewhat lacking.

However...

"They're only a little weaker than the Blue-faced Water Ghost, yet stronger than Yang Yizi and that foul-mouthed Abbot. Even if the two of them each have two helpers backing them up, I'm afraid they still won't be a match."

Reality was not a game. Even in a game, killing monsters with attributes far beyond one's own was as difficult as climbing to heaven!

That meant that tonight... he might not be able to slack off and reap the rewards without lifting a finger.

There was no helping it. These six temporary teammates of his did not seem particularly reliable.

Just as that thought crossed his mind!

Fan Wu caught sight of a figure flying toward him.

That slightly plump figure—who else could it be but the Abbot of Golden Dragon Temple?

Bang!!!

A few steps away from Fan Wu, the Abbot of Golden Dragon Temple slammed brutally into the ground, shattering several bluestone paving slabs.

Fan Wu vaguely heard the sound of bones cracking.

"Puh, cough cough! This ghost is ridiculously strong... Damn it, I got careless. This Buddha can't beat it. Cough—hiss! It hurts like hell. Don't tell me this Buddha is going to die here tonight?"

The Abbot of Golden Dragon Temple struggled to his feet. His kasaya was already torn, and a trace of blood hung from the corner of his mouth, leaving him in a particularly sorry state.

On the other side, Yang Yizi was also frantically dealing with the Giant Paper Figure's attacks.

That enormous paper figure could actually split into one little paper figure after another.

And the little paper figures it split off were not weak, either.

Yang Yizi seemed deeply wary of those little paper figures.

He did not want them touching him.

Yang Yizi flung out talisman after talisman, muttering incantations nonstop, his words racing at an incredible speed.

But the consequence of using so many talismans was an enormous drain on his spiritual power.

Fan Wu could already see Yang Yizi's face growing paler and paler.

The hand this old Daoist held his peachwood sword with...

Was trembling.

Comparing the attributes of both sides, Fan Wu could guess that Yang Yizi and the Abbot of Golden Dragon Temple might not be a match for the vengeful ghost and paper figure...

But were they not falling into disadvantage a little too quickly?

Yang Yizi was still barely holding on, but the Abbot of Golden Dragon Temple was already unable to endure much longer. He had only just climbed to his feet when the White-robed Vengeful Ghost attacked again, as though determined to put him to death.

"Sigh..."

Fan Wu rose to his feet.

The Northern Black Chi Gun Horn Demon-Slaying Valiant Sword in his hand flew from its sheath the instant he stood!

The cold gleam on the blade was exceptionally dazzling, and surging killing intent began to spread outward.

He stepped forward. In just a few strides, he arrived before the Abbot of Golden Dragon Temple and brought the Demon-Slaying Sword down in a slash!

The blade almost shaved past the Abbot of Golden Dragon Temple's bald scalp.

Then came a crisp rip.

A foot-long strip of white cloth fell to the ground.

"Daoist Master Fan?" The Abbot of Golden Dragon Temple swallowed hard and touched his shiny bald head with lingering fear.

He was terribly afraid that, when he touched it, he would find his forehead gone.

Thankfully...

Daoist Master Fan's hand was steady.

Otherwise, he might not have died at the hands of the vengeful ghost tonight, but beneath Daoist Master Fan's sword instead.

That would have been far too unjust!

Yet Fan Wu's tall, upright back also gave him an immense sense of security. This disciple of the Old Heavenly Master had finally made his move!

Ah!

He was simply too weak!

He could not even deal with a White-robed Vengeful Ghost like this and had to rely on Daoist Master Fan to save him.

The Abbot of Golden Dragon Temple felt a little embarrassed.

He felt deeply ashamed.

But then again, why were Daoist Master Fan's methods of exorcising ghosts and eliminating demons different from Daoist Master Yang Yizi's?

Daoist Master Yang Yizi had prepared all kinds of ritual implements and talismans, constantly chanting spells under his breath. At a glance, he was clearly an exceptionally experienced Daoist.

Daoist Master Fan's style seemed different from Daoist Master Yang Yizi's. He used no talismans and had not even set up a ritual altar.

The sword in his hand was not a peachwood sword, either, but a sword that looked like it could kill people at a glance.

Fan Wu had no interest in what the Abbot of Golden Dragon Temple was thinking.

His eyes held only that White-robed Vengeful Ghost.

[Vengeful Ghost formed from the Courtesan after Death—Life: 144—Strength: 4.8—Skills: Dancing Sleeves, Illusionary Technique]

After fighting the Abbot of Golden Dragon Temple, the White-robed Vengeful Ghost had not emerged uninjured either.

Its [Life] attribute had dropped from 173 to 144, which showed that the Abbot of Golden Dragon Temple was still somewhat useful.

Mm.

Useful.

But not by much.

"Like that Blue-faced Water Ghost from last night, it seems to have no reason to speak of..." Looking at the dense resentment on the White-robed Vengeful Ghost's pale, paper-like and terrifying face, Fan Wu was just about to take a step forward.

But at that moment, his mind suddenly blurred.

The next instant!

The White-robed Vengeful Ghost not far ahead let out a shriek and lunged at him. Its sleeves stretched toward Fan Wu like two venomous snakes!

By the time Fan Wu regained his senses, the two sleeves were already before him, on the verge of striking him.

An illusion!

Fan Wu immediately knew he had fallen for it just now, yet his expression did not change in the slightest. There was not a shred of panic in his eyes, and his thoughts remained exceptionally clear.

He reacted quickly, twisting sideways to evade one sleeve hurtling toward him.

A hand slipped into his robes, while his other hand swung his sword backward.

He slashed out.

The other incoming sleeve collided with the Demon-Slaying Sword!

The Demon-Slaying Sword was, after all, the sword of the True Martial Great Emperor.

Even if it was only the sword of a divine statue, it was not something a mere fierce ghost could challenge.

The sleeve was effortlessly severed by the Demon-Slaying Sword!

But the White-robed Vengeful Ghost had already lunged within arm's reach!

At that incomparably critical moment, the hand Fan Wu had slipped into his robes suddenly withdrew!

A large amount of incense ash scattered into the air, catching the charging White-robed Vengeful Ghost completely off guard.

The moment the incense ash landed on the White-robed Vengeful Ghost, a vast blaze of scarlet flame erupted.

The incense ash touched the White-robed Vengeful Ghost's face and body, and great clouds of white smoke rose from it.

Along with sizzling, corrosive sounds.

Its charging motion abruptly halted.

When it was only two steps away from Fan Wu, it plunged headfirst toward the ground.

An expression of unbearable agony appeared on that terrifying face, so dreadful one could scarcely bear to look at, and its miserable scream pierced the eardrums: "Hiss—Aaaaaah!!!!"

Strike while it was sick!

Take its life!

How could Fan Wu possibly miss such a perfect opportunity?

He brought his sword straight down on the White-robed Vengeful Ghost lying on the ground!

The Demon-Slaying Sword easily severed both its arms, and an even more horrifying pain swept through the White-robed Vengeful Ghost's entire body.

Its screams of agony became even shriller.

Even Yang Yizi, who was struggling miserably against the Giant Paper Figure in the distance, could not help stealing a moment to turn and look.

The moment he looked, Yang Yizi was dumbfounded!

He watched helplessly as Fan Wu, like a butcher slaughtering livestock, gripped that greatsword that looked very much like the "Northern Black Chi Gun Horn Demon-Slaying Valiant Sword."

Slash after slash fell.

He "dismembered" a terrifying White-robed Vengeful Ghost alive...

Seeing those practiced movements, Yang Yizi could not help seriously suspecting whether Fellow Daoist Fan had dismembered human corpses before.

Hiss!!!

Yang Yizi sucked in a sharp breath!