The Terrifying House

"No wonder it's an Angel Level relic."

Shade lightly flicked the blade and beckoned to the pitiful cat standing on the bed. It immediately ran over, jumped into the palm he held out after crouching down, then nimbly scampered up his arm to his shoulder.

Now the entire house seemed unsafe. Shade could not leave the cat alone in the bedroom.

The collapse of the middle-aged, fat male ghost bleeding from all seven orifices did not make the White Fog and chilly wind disappear. On the contrary, the footprints overhead grew denser, while the sickly green light before him drew ever closer.

His left hand covered Little Mia's head while his right gripped the sword, though his index finger extended to press against the icy blade:

"Silver Moon!"

The moonlight that erupted in an instant radiated through the blade. The cold silver Moonlight scattered the surrounding White Fog, and just as the invisible ghost resembling a woman in a long dress hanging from above appeared, the following silver arc split it in two.

But even after defeating the second ghost, the fog still did not disappear. The patch of mist at the doorway, tinted sickly green, was forced back by the Silver Moon's radiance. Yet once the dense fog receded, a wet black tongue shot out from within it toward Shade.

Clang~

The Night Watchman's Longsword moved Shade's hand, raising the blade before him. The black tongue struck the sword and actually made the sound of metal hitting metal. Black smoke immediately rose from the tongue as it tried to retract, but Shade took a step forward and pursued it even faster.

He grabbed the tongue with his left hand and gave it a violent tug, dragging the nearly corporeal ghost hiding in the stairwell out into the open.

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