Xiong Qing's half-body dissolved into blood threads, like a wing dragged out from a pool of blood.
Hatred and venom overflowed in his eyes. Every time he laid eyes on
It was hard to imagine that a living man could become a ghost's inescapable nightmare, and yet Chen Ge had managed exactly that.
That night of terror — it was Chen Ge who had chased him down, wielding that hideous weapon in hand.
He had fled in panic, stripped of every last shred of dignity.
Rage burned within him. Memories of the
Kill him in the most cruel way possible!
A roar tore from the operating room. In the blink of an eye, Xiong Qing had closed the distance to Chen Ge, his crimson wings snapping open as a scar-covered hand lashed toward Chen Ge's eyes.
The red-dressed ghost was right there, inches away, yet not a flicker of disturbance passed through Chen Ge's gaze.
Blood threads coiled around the mangled fingertips. Chen Ge could already make out the cracked nails and the flesh still clinging to them, but he did not dodge.
Xiong Qing's hand halted roughly a dozen centimeters from his face — five slender, pallid fingers clamped tight around the scarred forearm.
Blood threads spread outward.
"Does it hurt?"
The five fingers tightened, driving into Xiong Qing's arm like knives.
Red dress soaked in blood — Xu Yin and Xiong Qing both screamed and slammed into each other at the same instant.
Brutal, insane, hysterical — the fight had reached its peak the very moment it began!
Xiong Qing leaned against the blood-colored world, continuously drawing blood threads into his own body, while Xu Yin still had not found his "heart." Strictly speaking, he was not yet a true red-dressed ghost.
"Looks like your friend isn't doing too well. Give it ten minutes and he'll be eaten alive." Dr. Gao knew exactly how powerful Chen Ge was — he had already prepared his countermeasures.
"A bit rough, I'll admit, but managing to hold on for ten minutes is enough." Chen Ge gripped the skull-crushing hammer. While speaking, he had already closed to within five meters of Dr. Gao. "The truth is, I really don't like relying on others. When there's something I want, something I need done, I'd rather do it myself."
He was far superior to Dr. Gao in terms of physical ability, and with the skull-crushing hammer in hand, in a fair confrontation Dr. Gao's odds of winning were slim.
Watching Chen Ge walk straight toward him, hammer in hand, Dr. Gao's brows furrowed slightly. "Before you arrived, I anticipated twenty-four possible scenarios, and devised twenty-four different responses—"
Before Dr. Gao could finish, Chen Ge was already swinging the skull-crushing hammer and charging in. He would not give Dr. Gao another chance to speak — his thoughts had already been completely read through.
Against such a terrifying opponent, the best strategy was simply not to think so much. Stop thinking, and you would naturally avoid falling into the traps your enemy had so carefully constructed.
"Nine minutes left!"
The monstrous hammer hurtled straight toward Dr. Gao's skull. Now that masks had been torn away, Chen Ge would hold back nothing.