Behind a screen, Li Hao was covered in cold sweat.

Beside Li Hao was a woman covered in blood. Despite her young age, she was the director of the Wuhan City Ghost Killing Team branch, ranked eighth on the Leopard List, and known as the Blood Rose.

"Blood Rose" is just a title; she got married because of a shotgun wedding when she was pregnant, and she's already a devoted wife and mother.

But at this moment it turned into a real blood rose, and more than ten liters of blood flowed out.

Blood Rose said weakly, "Li Hao, go!"

Li Hao shook his head: "No! Once a teammate, always a teammate! Xiao You died three years ago. If you can't live, I won't survive even if I run away!"

"Run! This is a sub-magic level demon, we can't defeat it. Run, call for help, we can't let it wreak havoc on the Five Han..."

Before Blood Rose could finish speaking, a pale hand pressed down on Li Hao's shoulder.

A skeleton emerged from behind, a chilling smile on its face: "I'd like to witness your parting of life and death, but let's not talk about calling for help, shall we?"

He said softly, "I don't want to hear the background music for the appearance of a Grandmaster of Magic."

Blood Rose and Li Hao felt a chill run through their bodies.

With a sigh, his fighting spirit vanished.

They were exhausted, while the other side was playing cat and mouse.

The gap in strength is too great; struggling is completely futile.

Li Hao turned around, only to be met with the face of a skeleton. His fighting spirit waned, but he remained fearless: "Come on, if I become a ghost, you just wait..."

"What if you become a ghost?"

The skeletal figure said menacingly, "You want to have a chance to become a spirit ghost, and then gamble that your strength will increase instead of decrease after becoming a spirit ghost, gambling on two low-probability events to save this woman? Fine, I'll kill you first, and I'll also gamble that you'll become a ghost and eat this woman!"

Li Hao bit his teeth until they bled.

How can I struggle? Even my thoughts have been read.

This ghost pretended to be only at the eighth level of the Dharma Gate, luring them in and then hunting them down.

The plan was meticulous, the thinking was thorough, and the capabilities were outstanding!

That's terrible; where can he find a chance to turn things around?

"Meow, excuse me." Someone suddenly spoke.

A little yellow cat, bored while waiting, yawned and patted the skeletal ghost on the shoulder.

"Snap!"

206 bones were scattered all over the ground.