The moment it stood in front of Xu Ying, it started fighting with the man.
Fights between ghosts and monsters are often more brutal and vicious than fights between humans. Xu Ying turned her head away, but could still smell the strong smell of blood. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw sticky flesh and blood flying around, and some blood foam even splashed out and landed on her face and legs.
Xu Ying tried her best to suppress the scream that was about to come out of her mouth, and moved into the room as silently as possible.
On the other side, the man viciously inserted his hand into the ghost's body, showing a chilling smile, and forcibly pulled out its intestines and organs. The smelly blood flowed all the way to Xu Ying's ankles. He also folded the ghost into various weird shapes, as if he was folding a piece of clothing.
It was not willing to be outdone, and it tightly grasped the man's neck with its hands. The strange head that seemed to be broken turned to a very scary angle, stretched out its neck, and bit the man's back very ferociously, piercing a big hole in it, and used its scarlet snake-like tongue to hook out the flesh and organs.
One was cruel, forcibly breaking the ghost into various shapes and hanging it on her body without scruples, as if she were "wearing" it like a piece of fur. The other, no matter how miserable she looked, would bite a piece of flesh off the man.
However, this type of attack also makes it very easy to distinguish the strong from the weak.
At first, the two ghosts didn’t make any sound, but as they tore and fought, Xu Ying heard the man’s laughter—sharp and sticky, like a soft-bodied animal crawling on her body, leaving sticky wet marks. It made Xu Ying feel extremely uncomfortable, and the hairs on her body stood up. The “ho ho” laughter became louder and louder, and it was getting closer and closer, as if it was right next to her ears...
Xu Ying tilted her head suddenly.
There was no shocking sight on her face, but her pupils still dilated involuntarily because she saw—
The ghosts that helped her are being dismantled.
Or, "dismemberment."
Ghosts shouldn't die so easily.
Xu Ying thought.
But then she thought about how it died before it became a human—
Even if it becomes an evil ghost, can it really kill the ghost that killed it before
Having killed it once, why can't men... kill it a second time
Xu Ying had always been vaguely aware that the ghost that said it wanted to protect her might not necessarily be able to stop the man. Otherwise, if it could kill the murderer with such a deep hatred, it would have come to her door long ago. Not to mention that it repeatedly emphasized to Xu Ying that she couldn't open the door, and it might not have the power to kill the man.
At that moment, fear, regret, and despair spread throughout Xu Ying's heart. She did not hear "it" groaning, but she knew very well that "it" was still being murdered in the same way after it became a ghost.
It shouldn't be like this.
Xu Ying crawled on the ground with difficulty. For some reason, her legs had lost feeling and she couldn't stand up at all. She could only move using the strength of her arms and knees.
Her goal was very clear, and she crawled straight towards the landline phone in the guest room.