"Vermin, what the hell did you do to me?!"
The Corridor Ghost was shocked and furious.
It had never expected Lin Luo's attack to inflict such severe injuries on it.
Mainly, there had been no fluctuations of ghost power from Lin Luo, so the Corridor Ghost had instinctively taken him for a harmless ant.
Yet that single lapse had brought it a deadly threat.
Lin Luo turned a deaf ear to the Corridor Ghost's yelling and kept pushing the knife in his hand deeper.
The Corridor Ghost's ghost power rapidly ebbed away, and it fell to its knees at Lin Luo's feet.
"Little brother, let's talk this out. I'll let you leave right now."
The Corridor Ghost's true form was a slovenly man.
Now, bloody tears covered its face from the pain, making its entire face look even more bloody and horrifying.
But this had no effect on Lin Luo. Instead, it stirred his fighting spirit.
"You really are stupid. If you want my life, you'd better be prepared to die."
As Lin Luo spoke, he thrust with all his strength before the Corridor Ghost could start cursing.
The thrust pierced straight through the Corridor Ghost's soul body.
With a howl of agony, the Corridor Ghost that had tried to take Lin Luo's life died for good.
As the Corridor Ghost's soul scattered into nothingness, the knife in Lin Luo's hand flickered with an eerie glow.
Delight appeared on Lin Luo's face. He had never expected this unexpected gain.
The Clinic Owner, the Black-Hearted Ghost, had placed restrictions on all the ghost artifacts in the Clinic, preventing them from being taken out of the treatment room.
Left with no choice, Lin Luo had only taken an unremarkable knife.
Yet after the knife stabbed the Corridor Ghost to death, it absorbed