On the outskirts of Dachang City stood a dilapidated house no one ever visited.
Large patches of plaster had peeled off the walls, and the air reeked of pungent mold.
Yu Tianheng stood in the middle of the dust-covered room and pulled a crumpled slip of paper from his pocket.
The Ghost Cabinet had given it to him when it spat out the crashed evil ghosts.
He had taken a precaution and told neither Hu Liena nor Yan about it.
Hu Liena and Yan both belonged to Spirit Hall, so their shared allegiance meant they would inevitably form a private alliance. As a member of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan, he was ultimately on his own. He had to keep a trump card in reserve.
Twisted, bloody letters on the slip described the paranormal effects of the three Fierce Supernaturals.
[Ghost finger: touching the target establishes a medium. The extent of the finger's movement equals the extent of movement of any of the target's limbs.]
[Tongue: enhanced sense of taste.]
[White Veil: protects consciousness and blocks paranormal attacks.]
Yu Tianheng fixed his gaze on the ghost finger's description.
Of the three Fierce Supernaturals, this was clearly the only one capable of direct control and attack.
As for the price of revival?
He gave a cold laugh, utterly unconcerned.
The Fierce Supernatural had already crashed. As long as he did not use its paranormal power too frequently, he would not have to worry about revival in the short term.
He picked up the shriveled, pale finger, fought back the churning in his stomach, closed his eyes, and swallowed it whole.
The finger slid down his throat, cold enough to chill him to the bone.
The next second, agonizing pain erupted in his abdomen!
It felt as though a rusty, blunt