Splat! Gong Ruqing, who had just been standing at the doorway, crying out mournfully, was once again casually cleaved in two by Lu Sheng. Her body split apart and fell to one side.
"Young Master Li, Young Master Li!! Qingqing hurts so much."
Li Shunxi's face turned green. He hurried after Lu Sheng, while Duan Meng'an and Ning San broke out in cold sweat and followed as well.
Lu Sheng strode out of the kitchen. The moment he stepped through the door, he felt a fierce gust rushing straight at his face.
He abruptly raised his hand and saber, blocking before himself.
Clang!!
Amid an ear-splitting crash, Lu Sheng staggered back several steps. He had actually been struck so hard by a pitch-black figure that he could not keep his footing.
"Another Corpse Spirit!?" When Li Shunxi saw the black shadow clearly, he was greatly shocked as well. What kind of place was this estate? Two Corpse Spirits had appeared one after another. He had only ever seen such ghostly creatures once before, in ancient records.
These ghostly creatures were impervious to blades and spears, with skin of bronze and bones of iron. Only fire frightened them. They were simply among the most troublesome types of ghosts, yet they had run into them here one after another.
While he was still hesitating in astonishment, Lu Sheng and the Corpse Spirit before the door had already exchanged blows.
After the two black figures collided violently several times, they smashed through the kitchen wall to the right with a crash and tumbled outside.
Duan Meng'an supported Li Shunxi as he and Ning San ran out of the kitchen. Behind them followed a large crowd of ghostly creatures—the young ladies, guards, and the rest from before.
These ghosts moved incredibly fast. One of