The tremors from downstairs, accompanied by beast-like roars, struck everyone's hearts like a heavy hammer.
"It's Aunt Mei's place!"
Ah Yau did not even stop to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth or pick up the cigarette butt that had fallen to the floor. He turned and rushed downstairs.
Uncle Feng followed close behind. Though the Peachwood Sword in his hand had cracked, its righteous aura of vanquishing evil remained undiminished.
Li Dan followed at an unhurried pace. His gaze swept over the Twin Female Ghosts, who had temporarily been pinned in place. With a slight curl of his finger, the invisible force restraining them loosened by a small gap.
"Want revenge? Then follow me."
Extreme resentment appeared on the Twin Female Ghosts' ghastly pale faces. They let out piercing shrieks and transformed into two streams of red-and-white baleful energy, passing through the floor as they shot downward.
Aunt Mei's home was already a complete wreck.
The glutinous rice scattered across the floor had turned charred black, giving off a pungent stench.
The enormous wooden vat once used for corpse refining in the center of the room had been smashed to pieces.
With her hair in disarray, Aunt Mei clung desperately to a tall figure whose body was stiff and whose skin had turned an eerie purple-black. Tears streamed down her face as she begged, "Uncle Dong! Uncle Dong, wake up! It's A-Mei!"
In the shadows of the room, the old man in a traditional Chinese suit—Uncle Nine—held an Exorcist Bell, his eyes dark and crazed.
His lung cancer had reached its final stage. This was his only chance to prolong his life.
"Let him go! Let him drink blood! Only after he has had enough blood can he truly come back to life, and only