As a branch chief of the Funeral Society, Hayden Ao was no pampered man.
Ever since joining the Funeral Society, Hayden Ao had spent his days training and fighting. More than ten years of combat experience kept him from turning to see what was behind him. Instead, he lunged forward, grabbing his pistol grip at the same time.
Bang, bang, bang!
With the pistol tucked beneath his ribs, he fired repeatedly without even aiming.
The bullets tore through Hayden Ao's coat as muzzle flashes flickered in rapid succession.
The figure behind Hayden Ao fell amid the gunfire.
But...
The moment it hit the ground, the figure struggled back to its feet.
A gray, rotting face.
Dried-out eyes with nothing left in them but pus.
And a body that ignored the bullet holes and continued shambling forward-all of it told Hayden Ao what he had encountered.
"A Corpse Puppet!"
Hayden Ao narrowed his eyes, raised his hand, and fired again.
Bang!
The figure fell with the gunshot.
Most of its head had been blown apart. It twitched twice, then lay still.
Corpse Puppets were hardly rare demons.
In fact, these low-level demons could be found everywhere in certain old cemeteries. With thorough preparation and the courage to overcome their fear, even ordinary people could kill them.
After all, an ordinary Corpse Puppet's head was its weak point, and it hated light and feared fire.
But the Corpse Puppet before him was different.
Not only did it tolerate light, it had also managed to sneak up behind him without a sound.
There was only one possible explanation!
A Corpse Ghoul!
A Corpse Ghoul capable of commanding Corpse Puppets!
Although their names differed by only a single word, the latter was a thousand, even ten thousand times more dangerous than the former.
Dealing