Dream On, None of You Will Leave Alive

At this point, if we didn't fight to the death, there was no way forward.

Ignoring the numb ache in my left shoulder, I raised the table leg stained with blood from the tip of my tongue and charged straight at them.

Even against seven alone, I had no fear.

A Female Ghost with a face covered in dark bruises and black spots howled as she lunged at me, her expression utterly ferocious.

I twisted a talisman in my left hand while swinging the club in my right at her. Though I didn't kill her, the blow sent her reeling back.

But the talisman in my left hand struck another vicious ghost.

There was no time to form hand seals or cast a spell. I could only rely on the talisman's own effects to intimidate the vicious ghost.

The vicious ghost shuddered violently after being struck by the talisman.

The spot where the talisman touched her body sizzled, billowing clouds of black smoke.

As it tormented her, it also slowed her movements.

Seizing the chance, I smashed the club into her forehead.

With a bang, ghostly phosphorescent fire burst forth, and another ghost was slain.

Having a weapon or not made an enormous difference in combat strength.

Though the initiative had gradually fallen into my hands, it was only a matter of time before I slaughtered the remaining ghosts.

But because they possessed the crystal, I had made several wrong judgments after entering the teahouse.

Charging alone into the Ghost Teahouse tonight had been the most reckless thing I had done since entering this line of work.

But now wasn't the time for self-reproach. It was time to kill them all...

The vicious ghosts had already pounced on me. They knew this battle would end only in life or death.