Linda's the back of her head pressed against his face.
Her stinking, rotten scalp carried a pungent urine-like stench that burned his eyes until he could barely keep them open. Yet he could only force them open as tears streamed down uncontrollably.
Her decayed and shriveled arms looked thin, yet they clamped around Cheryl's throat as tightly as crab pincers.
Scott even suspected that even if he broke both those arms, Irene's hands would still keep choking Cheryl and refuse to let go.
Bang!
A heavy blow landed against his back, making his body jerk as bone-deep pain shot through him.
At the same time, the possessed Linda violently threw her head backward. Her foul scalp smashed hard into Scott's nose, instantly knocking his nasal bone out of place.
Struck twice in quick succession, Scott uncontrollably released the hands that had been trying to pry Linda's arms away and collapsed onto the ground.
He struggled to turn his head and saw Sherry raising a bloodstained iron poker, about to bring it down on him again!
His girlfriend.
Sherry's face was likewise rotten and shriveled, as though she had been buried underground for three months before being left under the blazing sun for another three days.
She looked utterly disgusting.
"Hee hee. Hee hee hee hee!"
"Ha ha. Ha. Ha."
Linda and Sherry, the two possessed women whose faces had become grotesque, let out hysterical laughter.
Their laughter was sharp and grating, brimming with the madness of mockery and playfulness!
Meanwhile, a bluish-black hue had gradually spread across Cheryl's face from lack of oxygen.
Ash, who had been halfway through sawing apart the tree-like evil spirit, heard the commotion behind him. Seeing the four of them attacking one another, he hurriedly swung his chainsaw and charged over.
He raised the chainsaw