As Uncle Yu drew talismans, the violent yin wind gradually died down.
The entire house was littered with shattered glass.
Fragments of glass had been embedded all over the sofa and table.
The sight filled me with dread.
If those had struck a person, wouldn't they have turned them into a pincushion?
Uncle Yu and I slowly poked our heads out.
The Old Crone was still standing not far away.
But she had completely changed her appearance.
She looked even more sinister, a red tongue constantly swaying before her.
Earlier, I had sliced her tongue in half.
That was why it was now forked.
Besides that, the Old Crone ghost held two shards of glass in her hands.
When she saw us reveal ourselves, she snarled viciously:
"You chef of yin meals, you short-lived brat. Give me your lives!"
The moment she finished speaking, Uncle Yu angrily cursed back:
"Give you my ass! You're the one dying tonight!"
With that, Uncle Yu raised his talisman-drawn Dragon-Head Cleaver and charged straight at her.
Looking at the Dragon-Head Cleaver now, its entire blade seemed to glow with a bloody hue, brimming with killing intent.
Seeing this, the Old Crone ghost raised the glass to block his attack.
With a crack, not only did she fail to stop Uncle Yu's slash—
Uncle Yu's cleaver also severed her palm in one stroke.
The pain made the Old Crone ghost howl miserably.
Clearly, the talisman-drawn Dragon-Head Cleaver had greatly increased in power.
But the Old Crone ghost did not retreat. Instead, she wrapped her forked ghost tongue around Uncle Yu's arm.
She stopped him from swinging the Dragon-Head Cleaver again.
With the shard of glass in her other hand, she stabbed toward Uncle Yu's neck.
Frightened, Uncle Yu hurriedly grabbed the Old Crone ghost's wrist