This was Murphy's head, which the Hanged Ghost had mentioned.
Murphy's head was a high-tier ghost artifact, and one of the essential components for assembling the Hell Torch.
After all these twists and turns, Lin Luo had emerged as the final winner.
But Lin Luo did not rush to pick up Murphy's head. Instead, he glanced at the Hanged Ghost lying motionless on the ground.
The Hanged Ghost looked as though his soul had been utterly destroyed.
Logically speaking, with the Hanged Ghost's weak strength, he should have turned to ashes long ago after being struck by the Soul-Reaping Nail.
Yet his corpse remained.
If not for the complete absence of any aura, one might have thought the Hanged Ghost was still clinging to life.
"Stop playing dead. Are you getting up, or shall I send you on your way?"
After a moment of silence, Lin Luo spoke slowly.
His words immediately brought a look of astonishment to Bai Qianqian's face.
Could the Hanged Ghost lying motionless on the ground still not be completely dead?!
Seeing that the Hanged Ghost remained silent, Lin Luo could not be bothered to waste more words. He raised the Blood Rope on his wrist, sending a dazzling red light surging out to strike him.
After absorbing the Sleep Ghost's remnant soul, the Ghost Power growing within Lin Luo had soared, becoming even stronger than that of an ordinary red-clothed vicious ghost.
This attack was particularly terrifying, blasting the Hanged Ghost away.
Half his head was blown apart.
Red and white filth lay exposed.
Throughout the entire process, there was not the slightest sign of resistance.
At this sight, Bai Qianqian, who had initially believed the Hanged Ghost was feigning death, was bewildered. She instinctively thought Lin Luo had guessed wrong, and that the Hanged