Rumors of the Wind God

The wasteland.

The path grew narrower the farther he went, shrinking from about a meter wide at first to barely a foot later on.

Combined with the grass nearby, which looked as if it had been scorched by a great fire, and the dark, unobservable desert farther away, it created an indescribable sense of oppression.

The temperature around him was also dropping steadily, and a chill filled the air.

The singing woman who had been following behind him had gone from humming occasionally at first to almost producing the sound of high heels striking the ground.

This meant the Vicious Ghost was changing. Jiang Qiao might soon face an attack.

Another Wooden House appeared ahead.

Jiang Qiao walked over as though he knew the way, then kicked the swaying door.

Bang!

Under the tremendous impact, the door flew straight off, revealing the pitch-black interior. No lights were on inside, and there were no tables or Wooden Boxes. It looked completely empty.

However, a foul stench of decay rushed out as the door opened.

Jiang Qiao was just about to go around it and continue forward.

Suddenly.

Cracks spread across the floor of the small Wooden House. Rotten arms reached out from beneath it, grabbing toward Jiang Qiao.

The arms were more than three meters long, with needle-and-thread stitches at their joints.

They appeared to have been pieced together from the arms of many people.

However, these Vicious Ghosts posed no threat to Jiang Qiao. He merely stood there, and the arms clinging to him broke off on their own.

Clearly, they could not withstand the backlash of their own damage multiplied by 1.5.

They were all grievously injured and knocked to the ground in a single exchange.

Then.

Jiang Qiao entered the Wooden House and pulled a highly decomposed corpse