The small sword immediately hummed, and a faint golden-red halo appeared on its surface, its evil-repelling sharpness suddenly increased!
Although it was secondhand blood from the tip of the tongue, the effect was just as good!
I stepped forward, raised my sword in my right hand, made a hand seal with my left, and chanted incantations, preparing to launch the final attack.
However, just as I was about to unleash my sword, a sudden change occurred!
The thing in the circle seemed to realize something and suddenly looked up at me.
This time, he was expressionless, but I couldn't help feeling a little uneasy.
"You charlatan! I'll send you to your grave with a single sword strike!"
I muttered to myself, just as I was about to draw my sword.
But then I noticed that his face, which looked exactly like mine, was twisting and writhing.
It felt like countless tiny insects were crawling under his skin, which gave me a chill.
Immediately afterwards, his facial features melted like cream!
The entire face became a smooth, featureless plane.
"What the hell? You think I'll forgive you if you don't pretend to be me? You're so fucking naive!"
I snorted coldly, and the small brass sword in my hand was already drawn!
However, in the next moment...
His face began to move again, and it transformed into the likeness of my grandfather.
Not only that, his clothes and appearance also resembled the image of my grandfather in my memory, and the way he looked at me at that moment seemed to be filled with satisfaction:
"Good grandson, you have lived up to your grandfather's expectations. You have finally grown into a reliable cobbler."
His tone and expression were exactly the same as the grandfather I remembered.
But I was so angry I almost turned into a livid mess!
I kept referring to myself as his grandfather, yelling things like, "Grandpa will destroy you!"
This creature, seemingly as a form of revenge, has taken on the appearance of my grandfather.
He even called me his grandson! Does this son of a bitch think I'm an idiot?
"Nothing you say will change your mind, I'm sending you to your death right now!"
Ignoring the pain in my tongue, I gritted my teeth and bit the wound again, spraying a mouthful of blood mixed with saliva onto the brass sword in the air.
"Your actions were very effective; you successfully provoked my anger. This is my second round of damage, so enjoy it!"
I snorted coldly.
With a cold snort, the brass dagger, stained with blood from the tip of my tongue twice, burst with golden-red light, exploding in my hand like a miniature sun!
The chilling aura of destruction swept out, dispelling most of the lingering coldness in the air.
The sword light was like a rainbow, piercing straight at the face of the ghost that had transformed into my grandfather's appearance!
The look of satisfaction on the creature's face froze instantly, then twisted, revealing its terrifying true nature.
He seemed to want to dodge, but he was firmly imprisoned in place by the genital lock made of the sewing thread, and had no way to escape.
"Pfft~"
There was no earth-shattering sound; it was as simple as inserting a red-hot iron into the middle of butter.
The brass sword pierced precisely between "Grandpa's" eyebrows.
"Ughhhhh!"
A shrill, inhuman scream suddenly erupted!
It felt like scratching a blackboard with sharp fingernails, making my eardrums ache and my head buzz.
But I felt genuinely happy.
The satisfaction of killing this thing is greater than that of any other vengeful ghost I've ever killed before!
The fear this thing instilled in me was unmatched by any other vengeful ghost.
Instead of being direct, they came up with some fancy tricks, which almost fooled me.
Finally, the ghostly thing exploded completely into a thick cloud of black mist, which then quickly vanished.
When I saw it was over, I relaxed and breathed heavily.
The dark red circle of light formed by the stitches also went out completely, and the ends of the threads hung limply to the ground.
A few seconds later, the last wisp of yin energy dissipated into the air, and the bedroom returned to calm, with only my heavy breathing remaining.
"Damn it, you've been watching videos all day long, your brain's been filled with water! You thought that by dressing up as my grandpa, I'd go easy on you? You've watched too many melodramatic shows, you can't tell reality from fiction!"
I spat out bloody saliva, walked to the spot where the black mist had dissipated, and poked the ground with my toe.
There was nothing there; that ghostly thing didn't even leave a trace of ashes.
If it weren't for the remaining stitches on the ground, it would be as if that thrilling confrontation had never happened.
I crouched down and carefully pulled back the stitches, one loop at a time.
These are all made from hemp grown in extremely yin places.
It's also been soaked in black dog blood, and I don't have much of it on hand, so I have to use it sparingly.
Although it has been used once and has lost some of its spiritual essence, it is still more than enough to sew up ordinary corpses.
I carefully wiped the brass sword clean and put it back in the cloth bag.
After doing all that, I felt a strong sense of exhaustion wash over me like a tsunami, almost overwhelming me.
Driving back from the mountains, then encountering a ghost at the barbecue stall, getting hitchhiked by a ghost while riding my bike, and then this whole ordeal on my way home—I'm completely exhausted, both mentally and physically.
Honestly, I've never been as tired as someone who participated in a triathlon!
After all, my exhaustion wasn't just physical, but also mental. The struggle with the ghosts is something most people can't comprehend.
I glanced at the messy bed; the bedding was still in the mess I had made when I struggled earlier, and it was empty.
However, the tension in my heart finally eased a little. Although the process was thrilling and I was scared like a grandson, I finally managed to solve it using my own methods and what my grandfather taught me.
A complex mix of lingering fear and a touch of smugness welled up inside me.
"I was really scared this time, I almost got killed." I muttered to myself, rubbing my still throbbing temples. The room didn't seem so cold anymore, or maybe it was just my imagination.
Never mind, it's almost dawn, if I don't go to sleep soon I'm really going to die from overwork.
I dragged my heavy steps to the bedside, too lazy to tidy up the bed anymore. I just shook the blanket haphazardly, covered myself with it, and closed my eyes!
My body sank into the soft mattress, and I felt a sense of comfort from the bottom of my heart. My eyelids were so heavy that I could no longer lift them, and my consciousness began to blur.
Just a second before I fell asleep,
"sand....."
A very faint rubbing sound, almost like a hallucination, came from under the bed frame against my back.
My eyelids twitched, and I realized something was wrong, but the drowsiness was just too overwhelming!
The sound was so intense that I instinctively categorized it as tinnitus or the normal groaning of the bed.
Who cares, I'll just sleep it off!
At that moment, I didn't even have the strength to move a finger, and my consciousness uncontrollably slid into the darkness.
"rustle....."
The sound rang out again, this time clearer, perhaps emboldened by my indifference.
My breath caught in my throat for half a second.
But I was so tired that I couldn't open my eyes at all.
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