My heart, which had just relaxed, jumped again, and I hurriedly rushed to the side.
The old woman in the flowery clothes almost brushed past me, her sharp fingernails cutting off a branch of a fruit tree.
I rolled on the ground and quickly stood up, my eyes fixed on the old woman in the flowery clothes, my forehead covered in sweat.
I was just a little short. If I had reacted any slower, that old woman in the flowery clothes would have definitely torn my body apart.
"Chatter!"
The old woman in the flowery clothes made a sound like she was grinding her teeth, turned around and stared at me, her eerie green eyes sizing up her prey.
I reached into my bag, but apart from one ghost-attracting talisman, I had used up all the other talismans.
My hand kept rummaging through my bag, and suddenly I touched a hard object. I quickly pulled it out, and it was the small knife I had bought for a thousand yuan at the old woman's shop.
Just then, the old woman in the flowery clothes lunged at me again, but I didn't have time to think. I swung the knife in my hand and slashed at the old woman.
"laugh!"
I slashed the old woman in the flowery clothes with my knife, and her burial shroud instantly tore open, leaving a long gash on her bluish-purple skin from which a black, bubbly liquid oozed.
Although I struck the old woman in the flowery clothes with my knife, her sharp fingernails also left two deep, bone-revealing wounds on my arm, from which blood flowed freely.
I took a few steps back, enduring the pain without crying out, my brows furrowed tightly.
The old woman in the flowery clothes seemed to feel no pain. Her bluish-purple face remained unchanged. She lifted her fingernail, which was still covered in my blood, and put it to her mouth, sticking out her tongue to lick the blood clean.
I saw that the old woman in the flowery clothes seemed quite captivated, and her gaze toward me became even more intensely green.
I took a few steps back again, putting some distance between myself and the old woman in the flowery clothes. This old woman in the flowery clothes must have eaten fresh blood before, otherwise she couldn't have turned into this. Moreover, this corpse ghost is different from ordinary ghosts and walking corpses. You could say that she is a combination of ghosts and walking corpses.
I suddenly remembered that my grandfather mentioned in the USB drive that the ghoul was controlled by a ghost, and that her ghost was hidden in the ghoul's head. Tonight happens to be the seventh day after her death. Could it be that the ghost of that old woman in the flowery clothes has returned?
"Chirp, chirp, chirp!" The old woman in the flowery clothes made strange noises and pounced on me again, her eerie green eyes shining with excitement.
I gritted my teeth, gripped the knife tightly, poured all my magical power into it, leaned against a fruit tree, and stared intently at the old woman in flowery clothes who was rushing towards me.
Just as the old woman in the floral dress was less than half a meter away from me, I suddenly dodged to the left, and she crashed directly into a fruit tree.
In an instant, I stabbed the old woman in the flowery clothes in the head with my knife, and the knife easily pierced into her skull.
"Ah... babbling..." The old woman in the flowery clothes let out a mournful cry, then collapsed to the ground with a thud, motionless.
I kicked her twice, but she still didn't react, and the eerie green light in her eyes had disappeared.
I crouched down and pulled out my knife. The old woman in the flowery clothes quickly withered away, and suddenly, I smelled a putrid odor.
I covered my nose with my hand, glanced at the wound on my shoulder, and dragged my heavy steps toward Wang Yong's residence.
This was truly a close call. If it weren't for this knife, I might have died here tonight. Speaking of which, the knife I bought for a thousand yuan was worth it. It was so hard that this seemingly unbreakable old woman in the flowery clothes was easily pierced by this not-so-sharp knife.
When I returned to Wang Yong's residence, I saw Wang Yong squatting at the door with a kitchen knife in his hand. He was probably too nervous. He was also holding a bowl of wine in his hand, and there were several cigarette butts on the ground.
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