The Bone Dagger in his hand swung wildly, its blade tracing white streaks through the air.
When Xiao Liao stepped into the ghost hands' range...
Several deathly pale ghost hands suddenly shot out of the ground, grabbing at his ankles.
Xiao Liao crouched down and was dragged to the ground.
But the Bone Dagger in his hand never stopped.
Swish, swish, swish!
As though he were chopping mushrooms, he severed the deathly pale ghost hands one after another.
They were severed!
They really were severed!
Those ghost hands, impervious to blades and bullets, which even Liu Hong's iron fists could barely smash, were as fragile as paper before this Bone Dagger.
The severed ghost hands fell to the ground, but instead of disappearing, they twitched slightly like real severed limbs.
Xiao Liao turned in a circle, chopping off who knew how many deathly pale ghost hands around him.
Then, when he opened his eyes, he found that he had cut down a whole swath around himself.
Severed ghost hands littered the ground, scattered every which way across the dirt, leaking dark red liquid.
Xiao Liao froze.
Then...
He burst out laughing.
He laughed like a madman, as though he wanted to laugh out all the emotions he had suppressed since the apocalypse in one go.
"Hahahaha!"
"I can hack you to death!"
"I can finally hack you to death!"
His laughter echoed over the abandoned service area, carrying an almost crazed exhilaration.
Seeing this, the others in the convoy charged forward excitedly as well.
They unleashed another frenzy of chopping on the deathly pale ghost hands covering the ground.
"The Bone Daggers really work!"
"They really can deal with Eerie!"
Thinking of the Bone Daggers Mr. Yang had refined in their hands, every one of them felt their fear disappear.