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Three days passed in a flash.
In a densely populated residential area of East Victory City, flanked by high walls covered in moss, corpses lay strewn about—some dismembered, some with their innards hollowed out, some twisted into spirals by iron wire—showing various manners of death, all emitting waves of foul stench.
These were all ordinary civilians who had fallen victim to fierce ghosts, and now, the winding, dark, and damp alleys were almost entirely devoid of the living.
Only the smell of rot wafted to one's nose, and all around was quiet, subdued, gloomy, and dangerous.
"Let me see you run now, let me see you scratch me."
Suddenly, the silence of the alley was shattered by shouts.
A battle was erupting here.
Ning Xinyue wielded the Vajra Bracelet like a brick, riding atop a white-clothed female ghost and thumping it on the head, scattering the third-grade fierce ghost's soul.
