Li Zhiyuan raised his head to look toward the stairs above; it was preventing them from entering.
This ant that Run Sheng was still fighting with it.
"Follow !"
Li Zhiyuan raised his whip in hand and lashed it towards the empty space before him; as the whip cracked, he also closed his eyes, his ears trembling slightly.
Then, in the eyes of Yin ng and Tan Wenbin, Xiao Yuan was walking toward the stairs.
They imdiately lowered their gazes to the spots where Xiao Yuan’s footsteps had trodden.
Then, Yin ng leaped, while Tan Wenbin crawled on hands and knees, following the "mory footprints" forward.
Finally, Tan Wenbin crawled out, the spatial awareness around them returned to normal, and he stood up to see Run Sheng nailed to the wall by a piece of rebar.
Yin ng had seen it earlier than Tan Wenbin, his eyes red but still, he remained standing in front of Xiao Yuan.
Tan Wenbin imdiately raised his shovel and positioned himself behind Xiao Yuan, looking around and above.
"Over there!"
Yin ng and Tan Wenbin simultaneously noticed a spot on the ceiling dribbling black fluid, accompanied by a strong, foul odor.
Looking higher, there seed to be a dark figure clung to the ceiling likely heavily injured during its fight with Run Sheng.
"Hum!"
The shadow began to wriggle, vanishing from its original spot, but the dripping fluid continued, only changing its direction, moving actively towards the three of them.
"Hum!" "Hum!" "Hum!"
Appearing and disappearing several tis, the trail of black blood on the floor drew closer.
Yin ng and Tan Wenbin quickly raised their tools towards that direction.
Li Zhiyuan, however, kept his eyes closed.
The black blood reached right in front of them.
Yin ng and Tan Wenbin each raised their Yellow River Shovel.
Li Zhiyuan shouted, "Opposite direction!"
Both turned and smashed in the opposite direction.
"Bang!" "Bang!"
Two muffled sounds echoed.
Tan Wenbin felt his arms numbed by the reverberations, nearly cramping.
Yin ng, after one shovel strike, soared from the spot, his feet swiftly kicking out in a manner typical of fighting a Corpse.
"Thump thump thump!"
From an originally invisible spot, a clump of mud splashed out, revealing a body with black fresh blood gushing vividly around its midsection.
Yin ng once again raised his shovel, aiming diagonally at the wound of the adversary.
The scattered mud suddenly recontracted, striking Yin ng.
"Bang!"
Yin ng lost his balance and was forced towards the mud.
But in the mont before contact, Yin ng propped himself up with one hand, straightening his waist, and swung up using his arms as a pivot, his feet fiercely kicking at the mud again.
The mud dispersed again, the face of the body inside appeared; to be precise, it had a head but no face, where the face should have been seed hollowed out and concave.
She was discernibly female due to the long straight black hair.
She lunged out of the mud, charging at Yin ng.
Yin ng was about to defend with his shovel.
At that mont, Li Zhiyuan opened his eyes, staring straight at him.
A silent piercing shriek burst in the entire dance room, both Yin ng and Tan Wenbin felt a tearing pain in their eardrums.
The faceless being imdiately changed direction, pouncing towards Li Zhiyuan.
It sensed a great threat; this youth was attempting to control it!
Tan Wenbin, who had been by Xiao Yuan’s side and not engaged in the fight, now rushed out to shield Li Zhiyuan, delivering a powerful shovel strike to the approaching faceless being.
"Bang!"
The shovel solidly struck the head of the faceless being, while Tan Wenbin was sent flying, knocking down Li Zhiyuan as well.
This is bad, I’ve knocked Xiao Yuan down!
Tan Wenbin, his mouth and nose bleeding from the shock, gritted his teeth and stood up to reach for his fallen Yellow River Shovel, but a hand caught his arm helping him to his feet.
Li Zhiyuan glared at it.
In this close combat, every mont could decide life or death; no amount of tools could fully be utilized, this wasn’t about setting traps for hunting.
Thus, Yin ng and Tan Wenbin could only manage to use the Yellow River Shovel to fight throughout, while Li Zhiyuan, right from the start, directly used the Control Dead thod from Wei Zhengdao’s Black Book.
The palm of the youth, opened wide, suddenly clenched tight.
"Hum!"
The faceless being halted in place.
Yin ng and Tan Wenbin both sighed in relief, successful!
However, their joy of success was short-lived; two red eyes erged deep within the black hollowed face of the faceless being.
Li Zhiyuan’s face showed shock: Damn, it was already under control!
Blood began to trickle from the corner of the youth’s eyes, yet he kept them wide open, ignoring the madness of being dragged and torn apart in the Underworld state.
The body of the faceless being began to tremble violently, black blood mist erupted as if it was about to fall apart.
Yin ng and Tan Wenbin exchanged glances, one pulling out the return ho net, the other extending the Seven-star Hook, but just then, sensing it might be completely trapped here, the body of the faceless being suddenly swelled.
"Boom!"
Black mist overflowed, obscuring the vision.
The form of the faceless being rapidly retreated, smashing through the second floor’s glass, disappearing from sight.
Li Zhiyuan bowed his head, slowly squatting down, hands pressing his eyes.
It hurts...
Li Zhiyuan was filled with terror.
Previously in Shigang Town, he encountered that Tai Sui who could control Chang ghosts, but the two possessed thugs’ Chang ghosts, at that ti, Run Sheng could take them all down alone.
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