Only I... Can Kill

Sometimes, even knowing the danger, one still has to risk their life.

They will stop at nothing to contain the supernatural.

After listening, Yang Yu and Zhao Hun were shocked, and their understanding of the Contract Anomalist) deepened considerably.

However, they soon began to observe their surroundings again.

They arrived at a rather strange old house.

This old house is made of wood and paper.

Yang Yu and the others stood in a room. The room was simply furnished, with only a wardrobe, a bed, and a bedside table.

An oil lamp hung from the roof beam above, its light flickering and causing the room to dim intermittently.

There is a crack in the wall opposite the head of the bed.

This environment really gives off a sense of a terrifying scene.

Zhao Hun exclaimed, "This doesn't even need a set; it could be used as a filming location for horror movies and games."

Looking at the flickering oil lamp, Yang Yu nodded in agreement. "It really is quite scary."

However, when the two of them saw the Daoist priest dressed in red standing beside them, seemingly blending seamlessly into the scene, Daoist in the present moment.

It's not that I feel at ease, but I always feel that the Daoist looks more like a ghost, or rather, a very fierce and malevolent one.

Compared to the bizarre, supernatural elements like ghosts are definitely more frightening to them.

Bang bang bang!

Sudden.

There was a sound of something hitting the floor outside the door.

A strange, ethereal child's voice rang out. "One, two, three, four, five, six..."

It counts once for each beep.

If all the elements were maxed out, and fear could be materialized, Yang Yu and Zhao Hun would probably have fear +1 +1 +1 appearing above their heads.

Zhao Hun mustered his courage and went to open the wooden door.

The wooden door creaked open with a jarring sound, and as it was opened, a shadow fell into their eyes in the hallway outside.

It was a very short figure, and it seemed to be patting a round ball in its hand, the ball bobbing up and down in its hand.

At the same time, a foul, bloody smell was also carried by a gust of wind.

Zhao Hun and Yang Yu took a closer look.

What it's holding isn't a ball at all.

Instead, it had a round head.

Blood continued to drip from the severed neck, staining the floor with blood.

Yang Yu: "That's... Zhang Chengan's head?"

They had seen a photo of the family of three with the logistics staff, and thus recognized the face on the head as that of Zhang Chengan, who had already disappeared.

Although they knew in their hearts that the chances of the family of three surviving after being missing for two days were extremely slim, they were still deeply moved to witness human heads being held and played with like toys in a bizarre manner.

A surge of anger welled up within them.

Zhao Hun acted decisively.

He enveloped his palm with eerie energy, clenched his fist, and punched the little monster squarely in the face.

It let out a piercing scream, its face caved in from the punch.

It immediately dropped the head it was holding, covered its face, and tried to run away.

"Waaaaaahhhhhh!"

Its voice was extremely sharp, even somewhat aggressive, causing a sharp pain in their ears, as if something had drilled into them and was stabbing them.

Unfortunately, after a period of rigorous training, coupled with the guidance of experienced Daoist, they made significant progress in their bizarre abilities.

To deal with this situation, they simply need to concentrate the strange energy in their bodies on their ears and protect them.

Sure enough, the stinging sensation lessened considerably.

Zhao Hun didn't stop, and in a few steps he caught up with the strange creature. He drew the long sword that was always hanging at his waist.

He slashed directly at the strange creature with his sword.

With a soft "poof".

The eerie creature was cleaved in two.

The little monster lay on the floor, its eyes darting around, staring at Zhao Hun with a venomous glint in them.

This injury is not enough to kill the strange creature.

So Zhao Hun gripped his knife and pointed it at Xiao Gui's head again.

Since he enjoys using human heads like a ball, then let him cut off this grotesque head.

The little ghost seemed to sense the danger, and it cried out again, this time louder than before, as if calling for something.

Just seconds after it started crying, the sound of footsteps on wooden planks came from the end of the corridor.

A slender figure appeared in the corridor.

It was dressed in a white and mixed-color dress, with its hair flowing freely, and it floated towards them.

Yang Yu felt a sharp pain in his eyes, and a fragment of a memory flashed before his eyes.

The white-skirted ghost vanished from its spot, then suddenly reappeared behind him, extending its sharp claws and ripping out his heart.

Yang Yu immediately dodged to the side.

Sure enough, the eerie creature appeared behind him, extending its fingers. Unfortunately, he reacted quickly and dodged its attempt to rip out his heart.

Yang Yu was about to kick it with his side leg.

But its figure flickered again and disappeared from the spot, causing his kick to miss.

"Be careful, this eerie creature can teleport."

Yang Yu focused his abilities on himself and Zhao Hun, so that he could predict when the strange creature would attack them and give them a warning in advance.

However, his abilities remained untapped.

Hmm? It didn't attack him and Zhao Hun, could it be that the strange creature has already left?

No, there's one more person.

"Daoist..."

Yang Yu turned around abruptly and saw the strange creature appear behind the Daoist.

Sharp fingernails were already extended, ready to pierce down.

Yang Yu was about to issue a warning, but just as he opened his mouth, a figure even smaller than the slender one appeared behind the Daoist.

She grabbed the white-dressed girl's hand.

The talisman on his face only covered one eye, revealing the other eye, which was filled with rage.

"Go to hell."

She screamed and scratched the white-skirted ghost's face hard.

"My husband... is mine, only I... can kill him."

What appeared was the strange, Resentful Woman —the one the Daoist had contracted with.

Its original grade was Blood Robe.

After the Daoist's strength increased once again, his compatibility with it also improved significantly.

It can now vaguely express its emotions using language.

Zhao Hun and Yang Yu stared in disbelief at the newly appeared, bizarre creature.

They knew this must be the strangeness of the Daoist's contract, and what shocked them was that the strangeness of the Daoist's contract actually possessed a considerable level of intelligence.

However, is there something wrong with what you said?

The white-skirted ghost was suddenly scratched and staggered back a few steps in pain.

It looked at this newly appeared member of its kind, its eyes filled with only cold, bloodthirsty intent.

Tear it apart, devour it.

It disappeared again, reappeared behind the Resentful Woman, and then suddenly pierced through Resentful Woman body.

The Resentful Woman screamed and grabbed its arm, preventing it from leaving.

At the same time, it released its own Ghost Domain, enveloping the white-skirted ghost within it.

The Daoist curled the corners of his mouth, and the lower half of his face that was exposed looked very pleased.