Slave Paper Talisman, the Undying White-Robed Ghosts

The four fierce white-robed ghosts had ghastly white eyes and savage faces.

Thick black mist erupted from their bodies.

Baring their fangs and brandishing their claws, they charged at us...

Three of us against four ghosts.

We were outnumbered, but our strength absolutely crushed theirs.

Yet these four white-robed ghosts were not as simple as they appeared. All of them possessed the bizarre trait of being "unkillable."

The moment Mao Jing engaged the white-robed ghosts, he used his swift swordsmanship to lop off one of their heads.

By all rights, that ghost should have immediately turned into ghostfire and black smoke.

But that was not what happened. The white-robed ghost did not die.

The severed head flew back with a whoosh after hitting the ground.

It settled back onto its neck, completely unharmed...

Pan Ling and I saw it as well, our expressions turning grave.

But we immediately recalled how, when we had killed the paper effigy girl earlier, we had needed to cut off the red paper talisman on her body to destroy her.

The white-robed ghosts before us had likely been given a similar "ability."

Otherwise, losing their heads would surely have scattered their souls.

"We need to find these ghosts' weakness..."

I spoke quietly and thrust my sword through the stomach of one white-robed ghost, but it was completely unfazed and even opened its mouth to bite me.

I kicked it to the ground, though, so it posed little real threat...

Behind the four white-robed ghosts, the black-clad demon had risen to his feet again.

He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and spoke coldly.

"Where did these brats come from? You really don't know the meaning of death.

The four of you will make perfect nourishment."

As soon as he finished speaking, he