While Jiang Qianqian was still full of bewilderment, wondering which limb needed amputating when there was a gash in her head, the huge hand twisted hard and hoisted a head high.
The female ghost's headless body froze for a moment, then lunged at Jiang Chen like mad, trying to tear a few chunks of flesh off him.
Unfortunately for her...
Jiang Chen's body was now as solid as iron and stone. Scorching blood qi surged out, burning relentlessly, and amid piercing screams, the female ghost turned straight to ash.
Only a head remained, which was tossed into the large sack.
Once he had finished all this...
Jiang Chen looked ahead.
Yang Yuetong and the Unusual Person from the Black Market immediately fell silent with fear. "H-hello, sir..."
They had not mistaken Jiang Chen for a ghost.
After all, they had seen him in the group earlier. In particular, when the ox carcass blocked their path, the rigorously logical reasoning he had delivered through the Megaphone had left a deep impression on Yang Dantong.
At the time, she had merely thought he was a rather twisted young man.
Only now did she realize she had still underestimated just how twisted he was.
"Wipe your drool. I have a few questions."
Jiang Chen spoke, his voice rumbling like muffled thunder in his Demon-Dominating Body state, carrying an innate authority that instinctively discouraged resistance.
Yang Yuetong hurriedly wiped the corner of her mouth, pressed her legs together, and stood bolt upright. "Please ask!"
"Don't be nervous. I just wanted to ask whether you've seen any other ghosts on the mountain besides this woman. An odd little child, for example, or possibly boy-and-girl twins..."
"Ah..." Yang Yuetong stared blankly for a long moment.
"Probably not. We were all being harassed by this female ghost.