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Did she want to drown us too? Huo Jingyu looked at the water gathering on the ground, too afraid to glance at the ghost standing above it.
Right? Yan Kongyue took a few steps forward, and the water that had been spreading visibly receded a bit.
Huo Jingyu asked, "Is she the strongest among the four ghosts?"
"No, she's the weakest!" Lin Qian replied.
"How do you know?"
"Even a fool knows that the strongest one always appears last."
"Shh! Yan Kongyue heard some sounds coming from the backyard again."
"Oh!"
The female ghost stood there motionless, seemingly listening to Lin Qian and Huo Jingyu's conversation, as if waiting for something. Yan Kongyue didn’t have time to play along with her.
"Hey, stop wasting your effort. You can't drown this place; hurry up and collect your water. Wet clothes don't look good at all."
The ghost in the red cover lowered her head to take a look; indeed, her clothes were clinging to her body and looked quite unappealing.
"If you don’t make a move, I will!"
The female ghost seemed to want to say that all she could do was release water and nothing else. But soon, sounds of opera began to echo in the courtyard. None of the three understood opera, and they were too far away to comprehend what was being sung.
However, before long, a fully armed figure descended from the sky, leaving Yan Kongyue stunned.
"Damn, is that Ma Dan?" Lin Qian exclaimed in surprise.
"No, she’s carrying a flag on her back?" Yan Kongyue recalled having seen it before but couldn’t remember when.
"Uh-huh! You recognize Ma Dan?"
"Yeah, I think I've seen her online."
While the three were discussing, Ma Dan moved and charged at Yan Kongyue with a flower spear.
Yan Kongyue casually reached out and grabbed the spear, pulling Ma Dan right in front of her. With her other hand infused with spiritual energy, she aimed for Ma Dan's forehead. There was no choice; that thing on her head was too much of an obstruction.
No matter how powerful Ma Dan was as a ghost who performed opera, Yan Kongyue was a combat specialist. That palm strike landed squarely on her head, shaking her spirit to the point of almost dispersing completely.
Before she could react, Yan Kongyue swiftly removed the Seven Star Forehead Helmet from her head and tossed it aside, turning it to dust. Ma Dan's hair fell loose instantly, and her face, devoid of makeup, appeared pale and ghostly. Yan Kongyue looked at her with disdain; this kind of spirit posed no challenge at all.
However, Ma Dan was not going to take it lying down. She bared her teeth and began to scream, her voice piercing the night air. It was late, and the noise could disturb the neighbors. Without hesitation, Yan Kongyue pulled out the Po Soul Nail and drove it directly into the ground, pinning Ma Dan in place.
They hadn’t harmed anyone yet, but that didn’t mean they didn’t want to. The previous nights they had stayed hidden because they had just emerged from their seal and were still regaining their strength. But tonight, they were both present in the courtyard, and their intentions were clear.
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