Things proceeded so smoothly that Lu Wuming was also taken aback. The reason he had been attacking the ghost's neck was because, according to the speculations of Liu Buli and Shen Muzhi, the ghost's greatest weakness was its neck. If its head could be severed, it would surely be dead.
He had originally thought it would take him a long time to achieve this, but he never expected it to be so easy. However, this was also thanks to the good cooperation between him and Liu Buli; otherwise, things wouldn't have gone so smoothly.
Looking down at the ghost's head that had fallen to the ground, his eyes still revealed a look of utter confusion and clear disbelief.
It seemed completely unable to comprehend why things had developed to this state. It didn't understand why Lu Wuming had won, nor why it had lost so thoroughly.
However, it wouldn't have the chance to figure it out in this lifetime.
Perhaps in the next life, it could be a smarter creature?
Lu Wuming thought to himself and then withdrew his gaze from the head. He knew this divine sword was a very good item. If he could give it to his master, his master would surely be very happy.
With this thought, Lu Wuming's gaze shifted to the divine sword. The ghost's claw retracted and reshaped into a hand. As he reached out to take the divine sword from the still-standing body, he didn't expect the body, which had been stiff and motionless, to suddenly move as if its soul had been reconnected. It abruptly raised its hand and unhesitatingly launched an attack in Lu Wuming's direction.
This attack was much more ferocious than before, startling Lu Wuming.
He was completely unprepared, and the distance between them was too short. The long sword pierced directly through his chest, and the excessively powerful and domineering sword energy blasted a bloody hole in his chest.
Not to mention his heart, even the surrounding internal organs were pulverized into dust by the sword energy. Lu Wuming spat out a mouthful of blood, not even having the strength to revert his hand back into a ghost claw.
Seeing the hand holding the divine sword flip over and prepare to attack him again, Lu Wuming struggled to dodge. Then, the scenery in front of him shifted, and when it became clear again, he was back beside Liu Buli.
Feeling the familiar presence, Lu Wuming knew he didn't need to hold on any longer. As his heart relaxed, all the strength in his body seemed to drain away. His legs gave out, and he collapsed directly onto the ground.
His state truly startled Liu Buli. He had only brought him back because he sensed something was wrong with Lu Wuming's aura. But he hadn't expected the situation to be so dire.
Helping him up with the utmost speed, Liu Buli stared at the large hole in his chest, his hands trembling involuntarily.
Lu Wuming casually pulled his clothes to cover his condition, shook his head, and said, "Master, that ghost is not right. We might need to run quickly. I can't defeat him, and we definitely can't defeat him together."
Liu Buli was stunned to hear such disheartening words come from Lu Wuming first. After a pause, he asked him with confusion, "Why do you say that? Where did our plan go wrong? I sensed your condition was stable the whole time, how did it suddenly become..."
Lu Wuming waved his hand to interrupt Liu Buli.
He took out the long sword from his Qiankun bag, which he had barely used, and gestured for Shen Muzhi to quickly take them and fly on their swords. They chose a random direction, and only when the sword soared into the sky and flew into the distance did Lu Wuming finally feel slightly at ease. He let out a long sigh, then recounted the entire process of his battle with the ghost to everyone.
After he finished speaking, those who heard his account were also somewhat bewildered.
After a moment of silence, Shen Muzhi asked, "So, Brother Lu, in your opinion, was that ghost dead or alive? Could it be that our initial judgment was wrong, and it wouldn't die even if its head was chopped off? Is that why this situation occurred, causing you to carelessly get injured?"
This was the most likely scenario.
After all, for humans, being beheaded and still being able to live was absolutely impossible. However, for ghosts, with Lu Wuming, who could survive even after being chopped into pieces, being a baseline, it wasn't entirely incomprehensible for a few particularly formidable individuals to possess such abilities.
However, what everyone found very strange was that when he heard his question, Lu Wuming hesitated, and then shook his head with extreme firmness. He said, "I can confirm that when I cut off its head, it was already dead. When my own head was cut off, I did have a moment of disconnection. But my consciousness was still clear, and I could confirm that the connection in my head was not broken, but its was."
Lu Wuming couldn't articulate the feeling clearly, so he pointed to his head and added, "Moreover, if it had truly sustained such an injury, it should have recovered very quickly. But it showed no signs of recovery at all, and I could see that the fallen head's eyes had completely lost their luster. So... I am sure it was dead."
This answer was stated with exceptional certainty.
But it was precisely because of his attitude that the others became even more confused. Liu Buli turned to You Siqi beside him and asked, "Are you planning to turn this novel into a zombie story from now on?"
"Of course not, that would completely ruin it!" You Siqi quickly waved his hands, clearly showing that his confusion was no less than anyone else's regarding Lu Wuming's account.
After a moment of silence, Lu Wuming spoke again, "When it attacked me, I didn't have time to dodge. Because, to be honest, not just the attack itself. From the moment it raised its hand until I was injured, throughout the entire process, I didn't feel the slightest trace of killing intent. It was as if it was doing something very ordinary, and when it attacked me, the aura from that sword was much stronger than before."
At this point, Liu Buli finally understood what he was trying to convey. However, his brow was still etched with disbelief. He said, "Are you trying to tell us that the sword controlled its body? Is that what you mean?"