"Boom!"
"Boom!"
"Boom!"
Jiang Qiao swung his fists, hammering away relentlessly.
Clearly.
This was the source of all the supernatural attacks in the room. Now that it had exposed itself, Jiang Qiao naturally gave it special attention.
It was bizarre.
But its true body seemed extremely fragile.
It simply could not withstand such intense punishment.
Under Jiang Qiao's barrage, the hanging rope rapidly burned away, turning into a cloud of ash.
The corpse instantly fell.
But before it could truly hit the ground.
Jiang Qiao blew it apart in midair, reducing it to a pile of mangled fragments.
"Nothing much."
Jiang Qiao stopped and stood where he was.
The ropes that had been writhing wildly through the darkness vanished completely along with the Vicious Ghost's death. Even the darkness around him receded like a tide.
That hollow, boundless sensation vanished in an instant as well.
The room revealed its original appearance.
Jiang Qiao looked around.
In truth, it was not much different from the previous room.
It was a dozen or so square meters in size.
There was no real furniture or decoration.
Two old chairs and a table that was nearly falling apart. Aside from that, there was an extra bed. The lantern hanging on the wall was unlit, giving off no glow.
The room's illumination.
Came entirely from the light filtering in from the corridor.
Jiang Qiao guessed that the two lanterns had gone out because of the Vicious Ghost that had been in the room.
But that was not important.
He circled the room and found nothing else.
Then he walked out.
The corridor was still lit by that eerie green light, casting a sickly sheen over everything.
The moment he stepped out of the room.
He saw Dragon Tiger Daoist standing at the end of