Inside the room.
Blood dripped all over the man's body. His eyeballs trembled wildly and rolled upward, so forcefully that only the whites remained visible. An eerie laugh that sent chills down the spine escaped his mouth.
"Heh, heh."
"Hehehe, now it's your turn to choose how to die!"
Jiang Chen paused. "Wouldn't that be a little inappropriate? It's your big life event, after all."
"If I tell you to choose, choose!" The man's voice grew even more sinister.
"All right, I choose..." Jiang Chen's finger swept over the objects and landed on a Green-Skinned Little Drum.
"Suicide Ghost sneered. What could a little drum do? Ghost Qi +500."
He saw the young man before him curl his finger and tap the drumhead.
The next instant.
A thunderous boom exploded inside his mind.
Suicide Ghost lost consciousness in an instant.
Then a short knife plunged into his neck and twisted sideways, tracing a semicircle. Blackish-red blood immediately poured out. Another half turn, and Suicide Ghost's headless corpse crashed to the floor.
"Ding, ..."
Once Jiang Chen started, it was as though he had rehearsed countless times. Without a single wasted movement, he removed the ghost's head with consummate skill.
He was as smooth as someone working on a factory assembly line.
Watching from the side, Su Ling was struck speechless.
She even forgot to breathe.
Only one word remained in her mind.
Professional!
So professional!
She couldn't help remembering how Jiang Chen had said he was a conscientious, gold-medal undertaker who buried unclaimed bodies free of charge.
It seemed he hadn't lied.
When it came to funerals, he possessed outstanding professional standards.
His efficient execution and concise movements were breathtaking, a practically textbook example of sending someone off.
Just then.
Under the bed, a pale-faced man shook his head, looking