The ghost child shrieked incessantly, the sound causing extreme discomfort to both Mo Ting and me.
Our eardrums ached, our minds buzzed.
Seizing an opportunity, I grabbed a handful of ancestral incense ash and flung it towards the ghost child.
"I'll make you stop screaming!"
With a loud shout, the ash scattered, instantly engulfing the ghost child.
The ghost child tried to evade, but clearly couldn't.
The ash landed all over its body.
Ancestral incense ash had a significant restraining effect on these malevolent spirits.
As soon as the ash touched the ghost child, it began to sizzle.
Like sulfuric acid, it ate through its skin, creating a small hole.
Since the ghost child was covered in ash, it began to rot all over simultaneously.
The sizzling sound erupted, and wisps of black smoke, remnants of decay, continuously billowed out from its body.
In moments, the ghost child's entire body turned bloody, as if a layer of skin had been peeled off.
It looked terrifyingly gruesome.
The pain of the decay made the ghost child unable to continue its wails, transforming them into pained whimpers.
"Ah! It hurts, it hurts..."
Due to the pain, the ghost child began to writhe on the table, emitting a hoarse sound.
The kettle, cups, and other items on the table all fell to the floor, shattering into pieces.
But Mo Ting and I showed no mercy.
Without the piercing shrieks, our ears felt much better.
Yet, the buzzing persisted.
I didn't want to give this deathly child any chance to recover.
Mercy towards an enemy is cruelty towards oneself.
The first thing my master taught me when I became his disciple was never to be soft-hearted with these vile creatures.
I raised my peach wood sword and swung it down.
Seeing that I intended to kill it, the writhing, pained ghost child glared at me fiercely.
With a sudden opening of its mouth, its tongue shot out like a whip, aiming for my neck.
I had encountered this kind of ghostly tactic more than once and was prepared.
The moment the ghost child's tongue shot out, I grabbed it.
Simultaneously, I yanked it towards me.
The ghost child let out a wail, its entire body being dragged from the dining table to the floor by me.
Mo Ting, standing nearby, saw his chance and swung his sword towards the ghost child's head.
The ghost child, completely controlled by me, was utterly defenseless.
By all expectations, Mo Ting's strike would finish the ghost child.
But who knew the ghost child was such a ruthless character?
With a fierce bite, it severed its own tongue right there.
Black blood splattered, turning into black mist and vanishing upon hitting the ground.
I frowned, discarding the sticky ghost tongue from my hand.
The ghost child, its mouth filled with black blood, dodged repeatedly as Mo Ting attacked.
Mo Ting's thrust missed again.
But how could Mo Ting let this ghost child escape?
He pressed his attack, his peach wood sword a flurry of strikes.
He cornered the ghost child, leaving it with no ability to defend itself.
I also didn't hesitate, quickly rushing forward to join Mo Ting in a pincer movement.
This tongue-less ghost child had essentially lost all capacity to resist.
It tried to jump out the window to escape, but Mo Ting grabbed its hind leg and threw it back.
As soon as it landed, I raised my peach wood sword and brought it down forcefully.
"Die!"
The sword struck true, landing precisely on the ghost child's head.
The ghost child let out a pained cry, "Ah."
Its body instantly exploded, dissipating into black mist.
Seeing this, Mo Ting and I were breathless.
We both let out long sighs of relief.
This deathly child was finally dealt with...
We both removed our earplugs.
Our ears still buzzed uncomfortably and ached.
"Sigh! I thought it would be easy!
I didn't expect this ghost child to have a howling special move!"
Mo Ting exhaled, rubbing his ear.
I offered a wry smile and was about to reply.
But just then, I saw the black mist, where the ghost child had dissipated, suddenly coalesce.
It formed into a shadowy, childlike figure.
"What the hell, what's happening?"
I exclaimed in surprise, pointing at the gathering black mist nearby.
Mo Ting's eyes widened in astonishment as well:
"No way? It's already soul-scattered, and it's not dead yet?"
As he spoke, Mo Ting swung his peach wood sword at it twice.
It was useless. The humanoid black mist remained cohesive, forming the shape of a child.
Just as we were trying to figure out what was going on, the condensed humanoid black mist suddenly fell to the ground.
It was like a black mist child, which then looked up at Mo Ting and me, before turning and running towards the bedroom.
Although we didn't understand what was happening, or how the ghost child that had been killed could reform into humanoid black mist.
We couldn't just stand there傻ly.
Whatever this black mist was, we couldn't let it go and had to destroy it.
Without any hesitation, we quickly followed the condensed black mist child.
Finally, we discovered that the condensed child-like black mist had run into the master bedroom and then into the en-suite bathroom.
When Mo Ting and I reached the en-suite bathroom door.
We saw the child-like black mist look back at us, appearing quite nervous.
Then, it plunged headfirst into the shrine hanging on the wall inside the en-suite bathroom.
Within that shrine sat a ceramic doll, its face beaming with a smile and its cheeks painted red...