Visitor from Afar 11

Ye Zhao breathed a sigh of relief. The more they learned, the better their chances of survival.

She returned to her room and continued eating. She hadn't even gotten a mouthful of instant noodles into her mouth when a deafening crash rang out. The tightly shut door burst open, and the gust of ghostly wind sent her hair flying.

Ye Zhao looked up toward the doorway. In an instant, that feeling of space being squeezed returned. Without a word, she grabbed a willow leaf from her bowl and stuck it to her forehead, then picked up two more and swept them across her eyes. Sure enough, she saw a dense crowd of Guest Ghosts surging in through the door.

Especially behind her—she could even feel countless hands tugging at her, trying to climb onto her back!

"Holy shit!" Ye Zhao was so startled she threw the bowl away. She grabbed the watermelon knife and swung wildly in every direction!

The watermelon knife carried an incomparable aura of blood and slaughter. The Guest Ghosts' bodies twisted and warped in midair as she hacked them apart, only for their severed halves to slowly come together again.

Physical attacks really didn't do much against these things.

An idea struck Ye Zhao, and she summoned the Granulation Ghost from the corner. It was a ghost too, so it was the same kind of creature as the Guest Ghosts. She wondered which would be stronger in a fight.

The Granulation Ghost received her command and charged into the crowd. Its huge, lumbering body grappled with the Guest Ghosts, but there were simply too many of them. It disappeared beneath the mass of bodies.

Ye Zhao: ...

How brutal.

Without a word, she leaped out the window and ran.

Tu'an stood on the roof of the