Feng Bujue had obviously underestimated this ghost's power. Since he had violated the rule of not looking at the mirror in the song, the enemy before him naturally would not be taken down so easily.
The monster's reaction speed was fast. It grabbed Feng Bujue's arm that was holding the wrench, and with a squeeze of the claw, Feng Bujue felt the bones in his right arm snapping. If not for his superhuman resistance to pain, the wrench would have slipped from his fingers.
The shadow's other claw quickly wound around Feng Bujue's neck. The latter had to drop the flashlight and phone to pull the clamp around his neck open. Even so, Feng Bujue could sense the air being slowly cut off from his lungs.
The phone and flashlight that fell to the ground were soon consumed by the pool of blood. The only source of light in the room became the lamp inside the last cubicle.
