Jing Jian was greatly startled.
He never imagined that this burnt ghost would have two heads!
He quickly retracted the magic sword from the female ghost's mouth, dodging the male ghost's attack, and stepped back a few paces, looking at the eerie burned ghosts in horror.
The two charred heads glared at Jing Jian with malice, their bodies still writhing, sprouting two sturdy male arms.
"What the hell is this?"
Jing Jian only then noticed that its body, hidden beneath the sheet, was abnormally bloated, as if two ghosts were entwined together.
But they were wrapped so tightly around each other, it was almost impossible to tell them apart.
This double-headed creature, using both hands and feet, climbed down from the bed like a spider, moving swiftly. Its mouths opened wide, spewing out two puffs of white smoke toward Jing Jian.
The smoke had an unusual fragrance, causing anyone who inhaled it to feel dizzy and disoriented.
Jing Jian did not dare to block the attack, holding his breath to avoid the white smoke and circling the bed with the double-headed creature.
The door to the room had somehow vanished, and all around were dilapidated walls, like a sealed box, trying to suffocate Jing Jian within.
The white smoke in the air grew thicker, and Jing Jian couldn't help but take a breath. The moment he inhaled, his head felt heavy and unsteady. He hurriedly activated his magical powers to resist.
Fortunately, after absorbing the power of the demon core, my magic power has improved.
His mind quickly regained clarity, but when he looked at the room again, he was shocked to find that the bed was gone, and so was the two-headed ghost creature.
The room was empty, filled with white smoke.
"It ran away?"
Jing Jian frowned and looked around.
"There's no door, it must still be here! Stay calm, think carefully about where else it could be..."
He sensed something unusual from above, suddenly feeling an ominous premonition.
Looking up, he was instantly terrified!
A large burning bed was descending from the sky, smashing down towards his head.
He lunged forward and barely managed to dodge.
The large bed crashed to the ground with a loud bang, sparking and sputtering.
A few sparks landed on Jing Jian's back, instantly burning a black hole and emitting smoke.
"Yin Fire!"
Without even getting up, he quickly took off his clothes and threw them away.
The clothes were completely burned in just a few seconds, leaving behind several charred marks on his back, causing a burning pain.
Before he could steady himself, the fiery bed came crashing toward him again.
He dodged repeatedly, this series of attacks leaving him in a sorry state.
"Stay calm! Stay calm!"
A fire also ignited in his heart, as he struggled to dodge in the cramped room. After finally steadying himself, he found an opportunity to counterattack.
His magical power flowed, and the Seven Stars lit up with a glow.
The magic sword hacked fiercely at the burning bed.
Boom!
The bed instantly shattered, turning to ashes that scattered throughout the room.
"You think I'm a sick cat if I don't show my power!" Jing Jian snorted coldly and sheathed his sword with a graceful move.
However.
Where was that two-headed ghost?
Jing Jian cautiously stepped forward.
The room returned to its original state, and the door reappeared, slightly ajar, with faint light flickering outside.
It seemed someone had passed by.
"Did it run away?"
Jing Jian looked up at the ceiling, and there was no trace of the two-headed ghost. He cautiously moved towards the door with suspicion.
He reached out and slowly pulled the door open.
Creak—
Outside was pitch black.
Before he could see clearly, a bloated dark shadow suddenly pounced at him!
An ambush at the door!
Jing Jian's eyes widened, and he leaned back, hastily swinging his magic sword.
The tip of the sword struck the dark shadow, which tumbled to the ground. It had eight contorted limbs flailing, and its two ugly heads lifted up, glaring at Jing Jian with resentment.
It was extremely terrifying.
"I refuse to believe it!"
Jing Jian was so provoked by this troublesome ghost that he became fiery with rage, momentarily forgetting his fear. He channeled his spiritual power, brandished the Seven Stars Sword, and charged forward with a frenzy of slashes.
Although the two-headed ghost tried to dodge desperately, it still sustained several cuts from the magical sword.
But oddly enough, those wounds were healing rapidly.
"This is weird, why can't I kill this thing?"
Jing Jian realized something was amiss and racked his brain, suddenly remembering how Lu Fei had eradicated the paper-burning old woman.
"That old woman was in the brazier, and only by eliminating the brazier could it truly be destroyed. So, is the true form of this ghost also hidden somewhere?"
Jing Jian held back some of his force and began to observe carefully.
He noticed that the female ghost was always holding a cigarette between her fingers.
"Could it be a ghost that died from smoking too much?" Jing Jian couldn't figure it out, but he didn't have time to ponder; he decided to try first.
He started to deliberately move closer to the female ghost.
But that female ghost was quite cunning, turning around at the first sign of danger and letting the male ghost face it.
The male ghost's head was cut off by Jing Jian, but it soon grew back.
"This isn't going to work!"
Sweat dripped from Jing Jian's forehead, and he grew increasingly anxious. He didn't have as many treasures as Lu Fei...
Wait a moment.
Seems like there's one more weapon I can use!
He hurriedly took the repeating crossbow from his waist, bit into his middle finger with a grimace, and smeared the blood onto the arrowhead.
"Come on! So what if you have two heads, I have two swords!"
In his left hand, he held the magic sword, and in his right, the repeating crossbow.
The magic sword blocked the attacks of the two-headed ghost, while the crossbow aimed desperately at the female ghost.
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!
Three arrows were fired in quick succession.
Despite the double-headed ghost's desperate contortions, its large size made it an easy target, and two of the arrows found their mark.
One of the arrows struck the female ghost's head, causing her movements to slow down.
"There's a chance!"
Jing Jian quickly pounced forward, delivering a powerful slash with his sword at the cigarette.
"Ahh—"
The two hideous heads let out piercing screams simultaneously. Amidst their resentment and unwillingness, they, along with the cigarette, turned to ashes.
The room disappeared.
Jing Jian found himself back in the fog-filled hall.
He was panting, his hands still slightly trembling, and his back was drenched in cold sweat, feeling chilly.
However, he was very excited and thrilled to have defeated a powerful ghost with his own strength.
"I finally did it!"
But before he could enjoy the moment for a few seconds, he heard a faint sound coming from the white fog.
"Can't be this unlucky, can it?"
His face immediately fell.
Defeating the two-headed ghost had drained much of his magic power, and if another powerful one were to come now, how could he possibly handle it?
He looked around, lightened his steps, and cautiously moved away from the direction of the sound.
"Is anyone there?"
However, the sound was getting closer, and it was the sound of someone's footsteps.
"Who's there?"
Jing Jian's heart leapt to his throat. At a time like this, was the person he had encountered really human?
He aimed his repeating crossbow ahead, on high alert.
"Jing Jian, is that you?"
As the white fog surged, a familiar figure gradually emerged.
"Lu Fei!"
Seeing the familiar face, Jing Jian's tense body relaxed, and he was immediately overjoyed.
"It really is you! I heard a sound over here and rushed over to check. How are you..."
Finding his teammate, Lu Fei was also filled with joy and hurried over. After looking at Jing Jian with concern for a few moments, his expression turned odd.
"What just happened? Why are you in your red underwear again? Where are your clothes?"
"Red underwear?"
Jing Jian was stunned, and he looked down to find that his pants had torn at some point, revealing his red underwear again.