After breaking through, his qi and blood had surged, making him extraordinarily sensitive to this cold aura.
Qin Bo's heart tightened. He gripped the corn cake he had yet to put down and warily swept his gaze around the room.
"Who is it? Come out!"
Qin Bo shouted, his voice echoing through the silent house.
He tried to use the roar to drive away that trace of unease in his heart.
Yet the only response was the echo of his own voice and the increasingly oppressive chill.
Suddenly, a faint rustling came from the corner, as if someone were slowly shuffling their feet.
Qin Bo spun around and looked toward that direction with a gaze as sharp as a torch.
A blurry figure appeared and disappeared in the darkness.
A cold aura radiated from her body, as if freezing the air around her.
As the figure gradually became clearer, Qin Bo saw that it was actually a woman with a face pale as snow.
She wore a white robe, her hair cascading over her shoulders.
Her eyes were hollow and lifeless, filled with endless grievance.
Her feet did not touch the ground. Instead, she floated in midair, silently drifting toward Qin Bo.
"Wronged... wronged..."
The woman uttered a faint, shrill sound.
It was as though she were recounting endless injustice.
Qin Bo's heart jolted. Could this be the legendary vengeful ghost?
But he had never incurred anyone's hatred. Why had this vengeful ghost come looking for him?
"I have no grudge against you. Why have you come here?"
Qin Bo asked, bolstering his courage.
The woman merely continued repeating that shrill word: "Wronged."
Her speed suddenly increased, and she lunged at Qin Bo.
Qin Bo's expression hardened.
"Fuck, am I, a grown man, really going to let a female ghost bully me?"
Qin Bo steeled himself and shouted angrily, immediately raising his hand and throwing a punch.
But who could have expected that the punch which, during the day, had carried crushing force enough to shatter a millstone—
would be completely useless now?
It was as if his fist had struck a pile of cotton. The female ghost effortlessly dispersed its force.
It did not affect her in the slightest, at most slowing her down for a moment.
The female ghost paused, but her speed did not diminish. In an instant, she pounced in front of Qin Bo.
A pair of deathly pale hands clawed toward Qin Bo's throat like eagle talons.
Qin Bo could not dodge in time and was seized by the neck.
An icy, bone-piercing chill spread along his neck, as if countless ice needles were stabbing him.
At the same time, a suffocating sensation surged over him like a rising tide.
Qin Bo's eyes bulged. He desperately tried to pry the female ghost's hands away, but they were as immovable as forged steel.
His legs thrashed constantly as he tried to kick the female ghost, but it was all in vain.
Just as he felt his consciousness growing hazy and was about to lose the strength to hold on—
a sharp cry tore through the darkness.
Little Black Charcoal had actually leaped down from atop the wall.
When the ghostly creature heard the cry, a trace of fear appeared on her face.
Though Qin Bo's consciousness was blurred, he still caught that expression of fear.
Little Black Charcoal's form flashed in midair, transforming into a black shadow that shot toward the female ghost like an arrow.
The female ghost seemed wary of Little Black Charcoal and had no choice but to release Qin Bo's neck and retreat sharply.
Qin Bo began coughing violently, gulping down mouthfuls of fresh air.
His throat burned fiercely, but he had no time to care about it. His eyes remained fixed on Little Black Charcoal and the female ghost.
After landing, Little Black Charcoal's fur stood on end.
It hissed through its teeth and stared fiercely at the female ghost, looking like a ferocious beast protecting its master.
The fear on the female ghost's face vanished in a flash, replaced by fury.
She let out a shriek, and the chill around her erupted once again.
The temperature inside the house plummeted. In an instant, the windows were covered in a thick layer of frost.
Little Black Charcoal was utterly fearless. It pushed off with all four paws and pounced at the female ghost.
Qin Bo's face filled with astonishment. Little Black Charcoal was actually this fierce.
It seemed this black cat was a special breed after all.
He did not stand around either. He hurried into the kitchen and brought out the cleaver.
Just in case!
Little Black Charcoal pounced at the female ghost like black lightning.
The furious female ghost swept out a hand, and a black ghost claw condensed from thin air, reaching toward Little Black Charcoal.
Little Black Charcoal flexibly twisted its body and flipped in midair.
It easily dodged the ghost claw, then followed through with a swipe toward the female ghost's face.
The female ghost tilted her head slightly. Little Black Charcoal's claws skimmed past her cheek, trailing wisps of baleful aura.
Gripping the cleaver, Qin Bo seized his chance and charged at the female ghost with a shout.
"Pig Slaughtering Saber Technique: Gut Rip Belly Split!"
The cleaver spun wildly in his hand as he slashed upward from beneath the female ghost's belly.
One stroke swept across.
Yet it still passed straight through the female ghost's body without causing the slightest injury.
Qin Bo froze, then raised his head and smiled at the female ghost.
"Hello! Have you eaten?"
Qin Bo's sudden greeting left the female ghost stunned. Then her expression changed.
She slapped a claw toward Qin Bo's chest.
He only felt his body turn cold before he was sent flying.
His whole body immediately withered.
"Shit... this female ghost can devour my qi and blood!"
"Right, qi and blood!"
Qin Bo suddenly remembered the movies from his previous life, where people enchanted weapons with their own blood.
Gritting his teeth, he picked up the cleaver and drew it across his palm.
Bright red blood instantly welled out. Qin Bo gripped the cleaver tightly, letting the blood slowly flow along its blade.
In that instant, the cleaver seemed to have been imbued with some mysterious power, radiating a faint blood-red glow.
When the female ghost saw this, a trace of wariness flashed through her eyes, though disdain still made up the greater part of her expression.
The moment the female ghost approached, Qin Bo suddenly swung the cleaver. A blood-red blade gleam howled forth.
The female ghost had not expected this seemingly ordinary slash to possess such power.
The blade gleam skimmed across her arm, and a wisp of black smoke rose from the wound.
The female ghost cried out in pain, emitting a sharp shriek. The fury in her eyes deepened.
"It works!"
The corners of Qin Bo's mouth lifted slightly.
"Heh heh... Don't worry. I'll make you feel good."
"Pig Slaughtering Saber Technique, Second Form: Bone Removal Flesh Stripping!"
The cleaver danced with dazzling flourishes in Qin Bo's hand.
One slash, two hooks, three twists.
Stroke after stroke cut across the female ghost's body.
Black baleful aura continually poured from the female ghost. She twisted her body frantically, trying to evade Qin Bo's strange yet razor-sharp saber technique.
But Qin Bo was like a man possessed, his gaze resolute.
The cleaver in his hand danced in an impenetrable blur, every stroke landing precisely on the female ghost.
The female ghost let out wave after wave of shrill, miserable cries. Her voice echoed through the cramped courtyard, raising the hairs on one's body.
The female ghost screamed as she dodged.
But Qin Bo remained unmoved and continued executing the Pig Slaughtering Saber Technique.
Every stroke carried his longing to survive and his fury toward this bizarre situation.
As Qin Bo continued attacking, the female ghost's form gradually grew illusory.
Yet the venomous hatred in her eyes grew ever more intense.
Suddenly, the female ghost poured out every last bit of her strength, and the baleful aura around her surged wildly.
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