The utterly ordinary young man cried out in terror, stumbled, and staggered backward again and again.
Zhang Peng also felt a chill run down his back.
"What the hell is that?"
"You don't look like a Vicious Ghost. You look more like a Ghost Slave."
Liu Jianxiang was nervous too, but after being struck twice, the thing still kept talking to itself without putting up any resistance.
That gave him some confidence.
Then.
Without hesitation, he raised his club again and brought it crashing down!
Bang!
Bang!
Bang!
One blow after another.
Each strike smashed the man's flesh open, leaving a horrifying sight.
However.
The man made no attempt to resist. Even after all the bones in his body were smashed and his flesh was pulverized, with minced meat and blood flowing everywhere across the floor.
His expression remained utterly calm.
The man had become little more than a pile of ground meat, yet he continued talking. "Have you never wondered..."
"I wonder about your fucking mother!" Liu Jianxiang was completely at ease now.
This thing was all mouth.
Aside from babbling nonsense, it couldn't do anything.
That was a relief.
Seeing Zhang Peng and the other man go weak in the knees as they struggled to suppress their retching, he did not order them to help. Instead, he fetched an iron shovel and quickly shoveled the pile of flesh and bones overboard, throwing it into the water.
"That's that."
Liu Jianxiang glanced at Zhang Peng and said in a deliberately calm tone:
"Don't worry. It was only a Ghost Slave."
"It's nothing serious."
"Amitabha."
"Although Benefactor Liu's strength is not impressive, he remained calm in a crisis. He has potential," Little Monk said with a smile.
Old Monk merely smiled without replying.
Potential?
Too late.
The two boats