Stared down by the red-robed ghost, the disfigured man felt a trace of pressure.
Compared to that gaze brimming with hatred and loathing amidst the black hair, his own depravity and cruelty were nothing. He could feel her overwhelming malice.
"Stop her!"
The two red-robed boys manipulated their blood threads to try to block Zhang Ya, but the black hair surged forward like a tidal wave — all they could manage was to protect themselves.
"Useless!" The disfigured man's appearance was grotesque and terrifying, but his own strength was far from enough to match Zhang Ya. He relied primarily on those two red-robed boys made from the souls of his own children.
Berated by their father, the two boys with misshapen heads let out shrill screams. Their swollen skulls burst apart into streams of blood threads, using their own bodies to bar Zhang Ya's path.
Under the onslaught of the black hair, the two red-robed boys' bodies were crushed again and again. Blood threads seeped out from within the black hair, and the speed at which their bodies recovered grew slower and slower.
"There can't possibly be a red-robed this powerful! How many vengeful spirits has she consumed?!"
The disfigured man could scarcely imagine it — he had planned for so long, joined forces with several members, and yet he was still being suppressed!
A flicker of regret entered his eyes as he watched the two boys get crushed over and over. His heart bled.
"So close…"
Rooms 3239 and the two rooms across the hall had all been set up with killing formations. If Chen Ge had taken a single step inside, he could have killed him instantly — no chance to summon any ghosts.
When the red-robed boys were crushed for the fifth time, the scars on the disfigured man's face trembled violently, and a feeling surfaced in his heart that he hadn't experienced in years — fear.
The disfigured man dug his five fingers into his own arm, his nails piercing straight into the scar tissue, blood staining his fingernails red. "What a miserable experience."
The scar was torn open, blood seeping outward. The disfigured man seemed to have suffered an episode at that moment, his hand pressing down harder and harder. "What do I do? What do I do?! What am I supposed to do?!"
The two red-robed boys were crushed again and again, only to reassemble and charge once more. They exhausted every means at their disposal, yet still could not halt Zhang Ya's advance.
She was getting closer!
Blood dripped from his fingertips onto the floor. The disfigured man finally harbored thoughts of retreat. He glared with venomous hatred at Chen Ge, who was hiding far behind Zhang Ya.
"Looks like I have no choice but to sacrifice that thing." His fingers withdrew from the wound on his arm, a trail of blood threads arcing through the air. He pulled a wooden box from his pocket — the inner walls were stained with a patch of dark, dried blood.
Every ghost present showed signs of losing control, and that bloodstain seemed to exert an immense pull on them!
The disfigured face issued some silent command in the shadows, then, clutching the wooden box, he abandoned the two red-robed boys and bolted down the opposite end of the corridor.
The black hair crawled along the floor, and in Zhang Ya's eyes gleamed a hint of greed — like an bulimic who had just laid eyes on her favorite food.
After crushing the two red-robed boys for the seventh time, Zhang Ya lost all patience. Every strand of black hair behind her surged madly toward the disfigured man.
The blood threads scattered on the ground from the boys' shattered bodies condensed into tiny droplets of blood, moving visibly toward the area behind Zhang Ya. They moved faster and faster, and soon the threads from both boys converged together.
A monster resembling conjoined infants circled past Zhang Ya's black hair, reborn within the blood threads.
"Not good!"
Chen Ge didn't hesitate for a second — he turned and sprinted toward the stairwell behind him. The disfigured man had gone all in, using himself as bait to create an opportunity to kill Chen Ge!
"We've found you!" The conjoined monster crawled toward Chen Ge with astonishing speed.
Chen Ge had gravely underestimated the terror of a red-robed ghost. This creature had been restrained by Zhang Ya's black hair and hadn't even been able to display its true power.