Smack!
The severed arm fell to the ground, still clutching the notebook in a death grip.
Countless pitch-black runes crawled out of the notebook and spread in every direction. A chill, sinister aura swiftly permeated the area.
As a ghost tamer, Xu Yuan was naturally unharmed.
But he immediately looked anxiously toward his master, only to find that the Skyweb Bureau's last few members had died on the spot.
His master, however, was still vigorous despite his age. All at once, with a look of utter resolve, he flew forward. His movements were as nimble as a spirit ape; with a leap of three zhang, he snatched up the black notebook from the ground and ran.
As he ran, he shouted, "Disciple... quickly deal with that man, then come find your master!"
Xu Yuan was frantic, but there was nothing he could do. He could only focus and face the reviving zombie head!
"Appear Like a Ghost, Vanish Like a Phantom!"
"Ghosts and Gods Weep in the Night!"
Without Yan Wuxu, the zombie head was reviving, but its movements were extremely rigid.
Moreover, it had previously been suppressed under the notebook's control, so it had not revived to any great extent yet.
After several exchanges, Xu Yuan forcibly tore Yan Wuxu's head off.
His hands were covered in ghost blood, smearing the zombie head's face completely.
The next moment!
Two eerie bird claws stretched out from Xu Yuan's chest, seized the zombie head, and stuffed it into his body!
"Ah!!!"
Xu Yuan dropped to one knee in agony as patches of deathly mottling grew across his face.
It was as though his mind had been torn into several pieces. Ghost blood, ghost hands, and the zombie head each occupied one piece, beginning a fierce tug-of-war...
Meanwhile, his own consciousness could