Outside the door.
Jiang Chen took out his phone, opened the notes app, and meticulously recorded all the preparations and chants for the Soul-Summoning Ritual.
To prevent himself from losing them, he even read them aloud repeatedly on the spot, seemingly trying to memorize them.
Accompanied by the woman's hysterical screams inside the room and the starving ghost's constant cries of hunger, the scene was steeped in madness and eeriness.
Su Ling opened her mouth.
At that moment, she felt strange beyond description.
She couldn't help thinking of a saying.
"People crueler than you are working hard. What right do you have not to strive?"
Before long, the screaming stopped.
Jiang Chen happened to finish his last recitation as well. He nodded in satisfaction and pulled the door open.
An utterly mangled corpse lay in the middle of the living room.
Barely any flesh remained on the bloody skeleton. It was only just recognizable as human.
The starving ghost's severed limbs had actually regenerated, though they were somewhat insubstantial. It stood beside the woman's corpse with its head hanging, its posture terrifying. When it looked at Jiang Chen, it didn't dare cry out that it was hungry.
Jiang Chen strode toward it.
"Living human, are you going back on your word?"
The hoarse voice rang out in the room, somewhat chilling.
"Didn't I make myself clear? Only one of you two could walk out alive. The dead don't qualify to leave."
As Jiang Chen spoke, he had already reached the starving ghost.
Realizing something was wrong, it twisted around to flee.
The drum resounded. It was already too late.
A sharp knife plunged into its heart, and Demonic Power erupted. The starving ghost, after enduring so much torment, finally died for good.
Its body collapsed, rapidly rotting and blackening. Its