"I didn't touch your back..." Li Qingniu replied, puzzled. Then he suddenly realized something too, nocked an arrow, and drew his bow to a full moon, aiming behind Chen Mo.
But... there was nothing behind Chen Mo. It was empty.
A chill ran down Li Qingniu's spine.
By now, Chen Mo had already circulated his True Qi and abruptly reached back to seize whatever was there.
Empty!
He hadn't grabbed anything.
Had it escaped?
He sprang to his feet with a sharp "whoosh," sharpened his gaze, and warily scanned his surroundings. There was nothing.
Only the howling yin wind remained, its chill cutting to the bone.
"Be careful here," Chen Mo warned Li Qingniu, on guard. "I just felt something crawling on me..."
He stopped mid-sentence and fixed his gaze on Li Qingniu.
Li Qingniu began to panic. "Young Master Mo, why are you looking at me like that?"
Chen Mo's pupils contracted. "I'm not looking at you. I'm looking at your back."
A male ghost with rotting skin was crawling down the tree behind Li Qingniu. Inch by inch, it climbed onto his back, then slowly wrapped its hands around his neck.
"Ah!"
Li Qingniu suddenly screamed and frantically tried to pry the hands from his neck, only to find nothing there. In an instant, his body was lifted into the air.
Unable to breathe, his face had already turned beet red.
Clang!
Chen Mo drew his saber in a flash. His True Qi surged through him as he lunged in front of Li Qingniu and slashed at the space behind him.
A crackling like beans frying erupted. The scalding True Qi seared the man, making him howl as he quickly released Li Qingniu and retreated.
"Die!"
Chen Mo charged after him like a beast and drove the Blazing