The ghost's expression seemed to be a mix of smiling and crying.
Suddenly, a translucent ghost hand stretched out from behind the ghost's head, reaching for Lu Li's skull.
Bang!
Flames flared, and the resounding gunshot echoed in the narrow sewer, shaking the walls ceaselessly. Daisy and the others grimaced in pain, instinctively covering their ears.
The rumble faded into the distance, gradually disappearing.
The ghost's head burst like a bubble, skipping the step of boiling blood bubbles, vanishing just like the gunshot.
The first rose on the flintlock pistol bloomed once more.
Lu Li put the Spirit-Calling Gun back into its holster, removed the spent shell, and loaded a new silver-plated bullet.
The empty shell fell into the sewer's stream with a hiss, steaming as it hit the water and was carried away by the current.
