Chapter 1712: Chapter 1712
Chapter 1712: Chapter 744: The Hunt Begins!
The hallway was vast and empty, and Lin Baici had no place to hold onto, so he was dragged swiftly backward as if a vengeful ghost was pulling him into Hell.
Not only that, something unseen around his neck was tightening swiftly.
Lin Baici could no longer breathe and instinctively opened his mouth.
This was only because he had consumed a God, greatly enhancing his physical strength; otherwise, an ordinary person, or even a God Hunter, would have had their neck bones snapped by now.
“I must think of a solution quickly!”
The hand of death had already gripped Lin Baici’s heart, yet he remained completely calm, unhurried, as various counter strategies flashed rapidly through his mind.
The invisible rope sank directly into Lin Baici’s neck, separating his head from his neck, yet no blood flowed out.
Because Lin Baici had timely activated Divine Grace!
Goddess Moisten the Earth!
Lin Baici completely melted, turning into a puddle of life essence, flowing on the ground.
Dust to dust, earth to earth!
In this state, physical attacks on Lin Baici’s body were reduced by at least ninety percent, and it was impossible to kill him in one blow.
The assailant was clearly unprepared for this and halted its attack, or rather, it was accustomed to killing humans and was somewhat bewildered and powerless against this puddle.
The puddle flowed like mercury, spilling into the nearest bedroom to Lin Baici.
The bedroom door was tightly shut, but it didn’t matter; there was a gap between the door and the floor, enough for liquid-form Lin Baici to slip through.
Once inside, the life essence continued to flow, slipping under the bed, then reforming into the shape of Lin Baici.
Lin Baici reached into his pocket, pulled out the White Deer Horn Bone Flute, placed it in his mouth, and blew twice.
With the crisp flute sound, the sled-pulling reindeer appeared.
Lin Baici rolled out from under the bed, bounced up from the floor like a rubber ball, dashed to the reindeer’s side, grabbed the Bodhi Messenger’s Kasaya from the large backpack it carried, and draped it over himself.
Lin Baici had run simulations for encountering sudden dangers. To quickly retrieve his weapon, he left one corner of the Bodhi Messenger’s Kasaya exposed outside the backpack, so he could just yank it out.
The Muscle Buddha, wearing tight-fitting boxer shorts, appeared before Lin Baici. With hands clasped together, it looked around, appearing ready to conjure a Great Mighty Heavenly Dragon to obliterate demons.
Lin Baici didn’t choose his usual Bronze Sword or the affair pipe wrench, instead opting for the Fire Axe called the Ghostbusters.
Because he couldn’t see the ambusher.
Chances were high it was a spirit-type attack, like Gu Qingqiu’s Red Demon.
Squeak squeak! Squeak squeak!
The moment Lin Baici held the Fire Axe, he immediately heard bizarre laughter, but it quickly turned into a snarling, teeth-gnashing growl.
Holding this Ghostbusters Fire Axe, evil spirits would develop a fear towards the bearer.
No skull could withstand its chop!
The effect was strong, but at the same time, the wielder’s mind would become overwhelmed with a destructive urge, wanting to chop anything in sight.
That’s how Lin Baici felt now, chaotic thoughts and a desire to play a grand slaughter game!
His perception became sharper. He turned his head, first glancing at the tightly shut door, then to the right. Nᴇw novel chapters are publɪshed on novel★fire.net
He couldn’t see, but he could sense something there.
He waited a few seconds, and this sensation disappeared.
Lin Baici knew that the ghost had left, probably waiting in ambush in the hallway.
“I wonder how Nangong Shuye is doing?”
Lin Baici was puzzled by his luck.
Just coming to a bar to find someone, and he encountered rule pollution!
The key issue was there were so many God Hunters downstairs!
Lin Baici’s expression turned a bit somber.
If these people hadn’t noticed rule pollution upstairs, it meant it wasn’t because they were weak, but because the God Hunter who caused this rule pollution was too powerful.
Could it be the proprietress’ enemy?
While pondering, Lin Baici quickly took out the Ghostly Oil Lamp and lit it!
As the dusky glow spread like a tide all around, a sense of safety immediately surged within Lin Baici’s heart, helping him breathe a sigh of relief.
“Too bad it’s not a haunted house, an ancient castle.”
Lin Baici approached the door. If it were in haunted locations, his combat power would randomly double, making it easier to handle multiple enemies at once.
The door opened, and the light from the oil lamp flooded out.
Stepping out across the threshold, Lin Baici glimpsed a figure behind the right door—a large, barrel-like, black female ghost.
She wore an old-fashioned black maid’s uniform with a dirty white apron and was brandishing a hemp rope, rushing at Lin Baici to strangle him.
Lin Baici was speechless.
He thought it would be a formidable ghost like Black and White Impermanence, or at worst a Hanging Ghost or Water Ghost, but it turned out to be this?
The intensely oppressive and suffocating atmosphere instantly lightened significantly.
Lin Baici raised the oil lamp with his left hand and swung the fire axe with his right, attacking the black maid.
Lin Baici’s strike was powerful, and his axe swings emphasized precision and brutality, so it was as if the black maid rushed into the Fire Axe herself.
The black maid’s head was struck, and the axe blade, painted red, sliced right through, chopping the black maid into two like splitting firewood.
The two halves of the black maid’s heavy body fell to the ground, one after the other. It didn’t die immediately but writhed and screamed in agony.
A translucent liquid unfamiliar to Lin Baici began to flow on the ground.
Lin Baici walked over, bringing the lamp to hover above the maid’s head.
“Can you understand me?”
The maid ghost wailed.
Lin Baici asked no more, raising the axe and striking its head.
Lin Baici smashed the thing to bits, returned to the bedroom, and fetched the affair pipe wrench to tuck into his waistband. After pondering a moment, he also donned a sheepskin coat, hung a bullet belt, and finally retrieved the Lamb Shotgun.
Lin Baici snapped open the shotgun, loaded the shells, and with a flick of his right wrist, the barrel snapped into place with a crisp crack.
Fully armed, Lin Baici shouldered the shotgun and walked toward the previous drawing room.
Standing before the partially broken door, Lin Baici swung the axe to chop it to pieces, then stepped inside.
“Hello baby, I see you, don’t run!”
Judging from the ghost that ambushed him previously, his opponent was likely a person from America since black maids only appeared in that country.
Hope the proprietress is safe!
Lin Baici thought to himself, feeling certain he’d find no one, and indeed, the drawing room was empty. What’s more bothersome, it didn’t even resemble furnishings from modern times.
The dirty carpet was strewn with food scraps and pet droppings, some areas bald and discolored, giving off a strange smell overall.
On the table to the right rested a clock, tick-tocking.
This environment was entirely different from when Lin Baici last came here, and with the proprietress’ taste, it couldn’t possibly have been decorated , leaving only one answer.
Lin Baici was now trapped in rule pollution!