Brat Ghost sliced off Long-Tongued Ghost's head.
The mangled head tumbled to the ground. Before she died, Long-Tongued Ghost's eyes had been fixed in a fierce stare.
She had been slaughtered by the son she doted on.
Clearly, she had died with grievances unresolved.
Brat Ghost felt no remorse for killing Long-Tongued Ghost. He even kicked her head a few times.
"What a buzzkill. It's all smashed up. I can't even play soccer with it now."
Brat Ghost muttered resentfully.
Hearing this, Lin Luo's lips curled into a sinister smile. He said coldly, "If that's no fun, let's play with your head instead."
Those words instantly frightened Brat Ghost, who had still been complaining a moment ago.
Brat Ghost's ghost power was almost exhausted. Against Lin Luo, he had no chance of survival at all.
To keep himself from being killed, Brat Ghost forced out a smile uglier than a crying face.
"No need to go to the trouble. Actually, kicking half a head is fun too. The brains and blood can spray out."
But Lin Luo's expression remained as cold as ever at Brat Ghost's words. A depraved little ghost like this should have been sent off to reincarnate long ago.
Seeing Lin Luo close in step by step, even the utterly stupid Brat Ghost understood that Lin Luo would not let this go.
Left with no choice, Brat Ghost summoned his ghost power and tried to flee the scene.
But Lin Luo had already seen through the Brat Ghost's intentions. Using Ghost Shadow Trace, he flashed forward like a phantom.
In just a few moves, he cut Brat Ghost off.
"This game isn't over yet. You can't leave unless you leave your filthy life behind."
Lin Luo spoke coldly.
His utterly overbearing manner left Brat Ghost, who bullied