Chapter 135: All Means Unleashed
The monster hung upside down from the ceiling using its twisted limbs, its highly rotten palm slapping against the metal walls, leaving one pitch black palm print after another.
The already rotten head had no facial features, and its two eyeballs had long since rotted away, leaving only two terrifying hollows.
No fresh blood seeped from this ferocious and terrifying wound; instead, a pitch black, ink-like viscous liquid flowed out, dripping onto the carpet and quickly dissipating into nothing.
An urgent sense of crisis pressed on Zhang Qian’s nerves. He didn’t dare look any longer, withdrew his line of sight, and swung his legs with all his might.
Judging solely by its menacing aura, this fierce ghost’s level of terror far surpassed the water ghost he had encountered earlier; it was absolutely not something he could handle.
However, the twisted monster behind him showed no intention of letting him go. The banging impact sounds grew increasingly intense, as if it was gradually adapting to this body, and the fierce ghost’s speed was also increasing.
He had barely dodged the pincer attack from two fierce ghosts, so where had this thing come from?
The distance between Zhang Qian and the fierce ghost was still continuously shortening, and the scarlet candle in his hand flickered uncertainly, showing signs of going out.
Even he felt a bit despair at this moment. A small section of candle and two bullets… this amount of stuff couldn’t even deal with the water ghost, let alone the terrifying thing behind him.
Could he only resign himself to fate and bet that the envelope in his hand had a miraculous effect against the fierce ghost?
At that moment, the impact sounds from behind suddenly stopped.
The entire corridor suddenly returned to silence, leaving only Zhang Qian’s own footsteps, as if everything just now had been merely his own delusion.
He was surprised in his heart, but before he could investigate, an anomaly suddenly occurred beside him.
An inconspicuous black hole appeared on the wall to the right of the aisle, as if it had just been painted there, still dripping with pitch black paint.
A already rotten arm abruptly reached out from the hole, carrying a cold aura, and viciously grabbed toward Zhang Qian.
This attack came without warning. While Zhang Qian was momentarily stunned, the source of the attack was also an unexpected place. Even though Zhang Qian tried his best to dodge, he still felt a chill in his abdomen.
Looking down, the clothes at his right waist had already been corrupted by the rotten ghost hand, revealing a head-sized hollow.
His body hadn’t escaped either; large patches of skin and some muscle had been torn off, leaving a ferocious wound across his waist.
Clearly a fresh wound, yet its surface was covered in blood scabs, like an old injury that hadn’t healed for a long time, nearly numb to sensation.
But as he took the next step, the wound suddenly cracked open, pumping out scarlet fresh blood.
It was as if his nerves had just reacted; a burst of intense pain only then transmitted into Zhang Qian’s mind, hurting him so much that his knees buckled, nearly kneeling to the ground.
But this intense pain also invigorated Zhang Qian’s spirit even more, with hormones flowing through his blood to his entire body.
His attention became unprecedentedly focused, and the world in his eyes seemed to have been put on slow motion, crystal clear.
The thoughts in his mind fell silent, and all ideas transformed into a belief in survival.
“Bang bang!”
The golden Desert Eagle spat out fire snakes, firing the last two precious bullets.
The bullets tore through the air, accurately striking the rotten head that had emerged from the black hole.
For some reason, the effect of these two shots was unexpectedly powerful. They entered through the fierce ghost’s eye sockets and exited from the back of its head, with such formidable strength that they even flipped off the fierce ghost’s cranial cap.
Fierce ghosts generally wouldn’t get injured, but once injured, it inevitably meant that their root supernatural power had been damaged.
Half the head exploded, which would be fatal for ordinary people or ghost controllers alike, but for a fierce ghost, it was nothing.
Because this rotten fierce ghost was different from those puzzle piece ghosts; every part was a true fierce ghost, not a pieced-together dead body.
This wound might never heal for it, yet it wasn’t enough to affect its actions, much less kill it.
So the airborne fierce ghost merely paused from these two shots before continuing to pounce toward Zhang Qian.
But this instant gave Zhang Qian a glimmer of hope.
The room door behind him had unknowingly opened a crack, with dim yellow light shining through the door crack—not bright, but like a shot in the arm that reignited his hope.
“There’s light, not dangerous…”
The thought had just arisen when Zhang Qian’s hand was already moving.
There was only one chance; he couldn’t hesitate for a moment.
The remaining small section of candle was thrown out by him, smashing into the fierce ghost’s face and bursting open like a flashbang.
The remaining candle burned up all at once, erupting with light like a small sun, blinding Zhang Qian’s vision.
But he still rolled into the room by feeling, slamming the room door shut with a bang.
With no time to observe the room’s interior, Zhang Qian braced against the door handle, firmly holding the room door.
The next moment, the candle’s light vanished.
“Thud!”
“Thud!”
“Thud!”
The fierce ghost outside the door pounced into empty space but refused to give up, using over a dozen hands and feet simultaneously to push its body, slamming into the room door again and again.
The immense force jarred Zhang Qian’s shoulder painfully, but he didn’t dare slack off in the slightest, gritting his teeth and refusing to retreat half a step.
Perhaps the fierce ghost’s strength outside was indeed overwhelming; the tremendous force actually deformed the entire iron door, with the door panel bending into a terrifying inward concave arc.
If it were a normal room door, it would have broken by now, but this iron door defied logic—it merely bent without any sign of breaking.
Through the gap created by the impacts.
One could see that the corridor was now pitch black, without even a hint of light, completely unable to see what thing was outside.
A cold aura seeped into the room through the door crack. In Zhang Qian’s horrified gaze, a skin-rotten palm suddenly passed through the gap and gripped the wall inside the room.
The dark red damp wallpaper was immediately torn, and even the room’s lights dimmed, accompanied by sizzling electrical sounds, flickering strangely.
This was some kind of supernatural intrusion. Once the rotten fierce ghost’s supernatural power occupied the room, this seemingly impregnable room door would naturally open.
Zhang Qian didn’t know what the fierce ghost’s purpose was, but he knew he absolutely couldn’t let it act freely; he had to find a way to stop it.
What way?
His mind seemed to turn into a mushy pulp, with intense pain churning inside, unable to come up with any ideas.
The wound at his waist and abdomen was still leaking fresh blood. As the hormone effect faded, Zhang Qian even felt his vision beginning to blur.
Even the deafening knocking sounds became muffled, like a lullaby making his eyelids droop.
He wasn’t Superman after all; reaching this point meant he had already used up all his luck.
“So close…”
