Someone?
Unlike the hunched figures he had encountered before, this time Jiang Qiao could clearly see a wizened old man, thin and stooped.
Except...
There was not a trace of blood or vitality in the old man, only an eerie chill.
Clearly.
This was a vicious ghost!
In a place suffused with an ethereal air, not only had a foul-smelling stairway appeared, but a vicious ghost exuding a supernatural aura had appeared on those stairs.
The jarring incongruity put Jiang Qiao on high alert.
The old man walked very slowly.
His feet dragged as though through mud. Only after one foot settled firmly did the other rise out of the mist. As he approached, the thin mist around him clung to his body, as though something were drawing it in.
And as he drew closer.
Jiang Qiao suddenly felt his chest tighten.
Then dozens of invisible wounds seemed to open all over his body.
His blood and vitality.
Suddenly began pouring out.
He glanced down at the back of his hand. His skin visibly shriveled and wrinkled, patches of dark lividity surfacing across it. Then those patches turned grayish brown and began to swell with pus and rot.
A faint stench of decay.
Began wafting from Jiang Qiao.
This vicious ghost...
Jiang Qiao's gaze darkened. He did not wait for the ghost to come closer. Pushing off hard, he shot up two steps, clenched his right fist, and punched straight at the center of the old man's chest.
Boom!
His fist moved so fast that it compressed the air into a sharp crack. Black light flashed over his knuckles, erupting into countless strands of electricity, as though his entire arm had been wrapped in a black net.
Boom!
Like a giant python bursting from its den, the lightning drove straight