Chapter 232 - 101: Ghost Tower (7700 words)_3
At this moment, he turned his head and saw Chu Keqing staring stiffly at him!
No, to be precise, she was staring nervously behind him with her eyes wide open?
Chen Yan’s heart skipped a beat, and he quickly turned around...
The flashlight’s beam flickered across, and he saw that in the once empty second-floor corridor they had walked down...
A shadow was floating in mid-air, swaying back and forth...
Chen Yan immediately shone his phone’s flashlight over. As the beam sliced through the darkness, he noticed a piece of rope dangling from the ceiling near the stairway, unnoticed until now!
A figure was hanging from the rope by the neck, with its feet lightly struggling and twisting!
Chu Keqing took a sharp breath...
The figure hanging under the ceiling was wearing a blood-red dress!
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Although Chu Keqing had cultivation, she was still a woman. In the dead of night, in such an eerie, abandoned building, faced with a ghostly figure in a red dress hanging in the corridor...
Even with her skills, Chu Keqing’s heartbeat instinctively skipped half a beat.
But before she could react, Chen Yan had already strode forward with a stick!
"Senior?" Chu Keqing called out.
Chen Yan walked straight to the red-dressed ghost, stopping about a meter away, and looked up.
The ghost’s legs twitched faintly as its body swayed while hanging.
A messy mop of hair covered its entire face, barely revealing the area below the nose.
Under the flashlight’s beam, he could vaguely see the ghost’s face, which was as white as wall plaster! Its mouth, seemingly smeared with fresh blood, slowly opened.
Slowly, a crimson tongue slid out of its mouth!
Chen Yan stared at her, watched for two seconds...
Suddenly, he raised his hand and thrust the stick forward!
Puff!
One end of the stick went straight into the ghost’s mouth!
Behind him, Chu Keqing freezes: "......"
Chen Yan pushed the stick forcefully, causing the ghost to momentarily pause before violently twisting its head, struggling to escape the stick. It then opened its mouth wide at Chen Yan, letting out a shrill scream!
Under its crimson lips, sharp fangs emerged, and the blood-red tongue hung down like a snake...
Chen Yan, expressionless, stared for a second before fiercely swinging the stick!
Bang!
The stick landed heavily on the ghost’s head!
The ghost’s head tilted!
Slowly, it twisted its head back again, roaring at Chen Yan...
Bang!
Chen Yan jumped up and struck again!
With this blow, the ghost’s head tilted to the other side, struggling to turn back...
Bam bam! Bam bam bam!
Chen Yan’s stick suddenly whipped out! Left and right, he struck the ghost’s head with all his might!
After several hits, with a snap, the stick broke! Without hesitation, Chen Yan immediately stabbed the broken tip at the ghost!
"...ah...ah!!!!!!"
With that, the ghost raised its head and let out a piercing scream.
Chen Yan quickly pulled Chu Keqing back! At some point, he had adhered a [Six Yang Righteous Qi Talisman]to the stick!
The broken stick’s tip, along with the talisman paper, pierced into the ghost’s belly.
The ghost’s scream turned from shrill rage to a cry of agony!
A golden flame suddenly ignited from her belly, quickly spreading, causing the ghost to fall away from the rope! The body turned into a cloud of black smoke, rushing toward Chen Yan!
Chen Yan sneered, quickly forming a fingerprint, and shouted, "Law Order: Break!!"
Buzz!
A golden light scattered, instantly dispersing the rushing black smoke!
The red-dressed ghost hanging from the ceiling fell to the ground in the flames, turning into a pile of remains.
The smell of burnt residue lingered in the air; Chen Yan calmly crouched down, touched the ground, picked up an item, and lightly squeezed it into a ball, throwing it down.
Chu Keqing approached nervously and whispered, "Senior?"
"See for yourself, this red-dressed ghost... ridiculous." Chen Yan sneered.
Chu Keqing shone her flashlight on the ground, poked at it with a half-broken stick, and showed a strange expression: "Is it... a paper effigy?"
"Yes." Chen Yan sneered, "A simple spell, similar to my paper effigy magic. However, it must be an evil cultivator who possessed this paper ghost earlier. My several strikes must have hurt it."
Shaking his head, he remarked, "Not a high cultivation, but plenty of tricks."
Chen Yan glanced around, found another stick from the corner where he’d broken the old ladder, swung it twice, and nodded satisfactorily.
"Let’s go, up to the third floor! I’ve broken its Ghost Wall."
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There were no corridors or rooms on the third floor.
The entire third floor was an empty space, as if the walls had been removed, leaving a vast, empty floor that looked quite spacious.