It was a corpse—a woman’s corpse.

The long years it’d endured had left behind a rank smell of rot and decay. Bloody maw yawning open, it bit at Lu Yun’s head.

“Ahhh!!” the corpse screamed like it’d been hit hard, and its body disappeared in the next instant. 

Hellfire slowly dissipated from Lu Yun’s eyes. The woman had become a ghost, and an extraordinarily vicious one at that. The energy of the Tome of Life and Death wasn’t enough to intimidate it, but hellfire was the bane of all ghosts. That was how he’d injured it.

“Watch out. That thing is thick with grudge energy....” Shock overtook his face. “What the hell?!”

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