As I looked at the figure waving at me, I made a bold decision.
Didn't he want me to go over?
Then I'd damn well go over.
Rather than suffer in this suffocating, terrifying environment, I might as well make a last stand and take a gamble.
After all, I'd killed ghosts before, and I had an exorcism artifact in my hand.
I stood where I was and adjusted myself for three seconds.
Then, facing the ghost waving at me in the distance, I walked toward him step by step.
The ghost remained motionless. As I drew closer,
I gradually made out his shape.
He was a male ghost, his head tilted to one side.
He wore no clothes, and the skin on his chest was gone, leaving the inside completely hollow...
This was a specimen ghost whose internal organs had been removed.
My heart was uneasy, but I still took two more steps forward.
But when I got within about five or six meters of the ghost,
I realized something was wrong. Behind him stood several more figures.
There were quite a few—maybe seven or eight.
They stood in the darkness, impossible to see clearly.
I stopped at once.
Against one of them, with the Fish Bone Sword in my hand, I was still confident I could fight.
Against two, I could still take a chance.
But now, there were seven or eight ghosts directly behind him.
What was there to gamble on? What was there to fight?
If I went over, I'd just be delivering myself to them.
I hesitated and took another two steps back.
When the difference in strength wasn't too great, that was called taking a chance.
An egg going up against a rock was called courting death.
But when they saw me retreating, they