Swinging the sledgehammer fiercely, Jiang Chen forced the two ghosts to dodge in panic. Though cold sweat still poured from his body, he finally saw hope of survival.
But when he finally smashed "Mom's" head apart, he utterly enraged both ghosts.
"Mom's" headless corpse raised both hands, gripped its empty neck, and kept squeezing. Jiang Chen froze for a moment, then suddenly found it hard to breathe. His face rapidly flushed red, tinged with the bluish purple of a corpse.
He sank helplessly to his knees.
"Dad" began tearing at the skin of his own face. Jiang Chen felt as though a knife were slicing his face open bit by bit, the intense agony leaving him unable to think straight.
He lowered his head in despair, only to notice by chance that the sledgehammer seemed to have grown a few shades darker after being stained with "ghost blood."
Suddenly, a deathly pale little hand reached out of it.
Jiang Chen jolted in fright, his scalp practically exploding.
A little girl's singing rang out, echoing endlessly through the cramped bathroom, oppressive and chilling. The light suddenly began flickering, alternating between bright and dark.
His mind went blank for a moment, and something seemed to have crawled out of the hammer. When he looked up again, he saw that every time the light came on, another part of Ghost Dad and Ghost Mom was missing. Judging by the wounds, something seemed to have gnawed those parts away.
They let out piercing screams and frantically tried to flee the bathroom.
But the little girl's song was like some kind of curse. The faster its rhythm grew, the faster the bathroom light flickered, and the faster Ghost Dad and Ghost Mom were "eaten." Jiang Chen watched helplessly until not a single piece of his