Ghost officers at work?
Compared to this, Hong Ya would rather believe it was ghosts causing trouble!
The mourning stick appeared in her hand silently.
She raised her hand, suddenly smashing open this barrier of ghostly energy and charging in.
Crash—
The barrier enveloping the entire room shattered.
A wave of underworld aura drifted out from within.
In a moment, the barrier of ghostly energy condensed again, even more solid.
It seemed to be ready for battle, unwilling to let even the slightest aura leak out.
The moment Hong Ya entered, it had adopted a defensive stance, guarding against any ghostly sneak attacks.
Upon seeing everything in the room, her expression changed.
This was undoubtedly a girl's room.
In front of the desk, the author of "Scare" was quickly drawing something.
Dense ghostly energy clung to her, and countless auras emanated from the desk before her.
The entire room was covered in underworld aura.
Masses of unformed black mist drifted and scurried about the room!
Treating this place as their playground!
Hong Ya shouted, "Ghosts, cease your rampages!"
This ghost made no attempt to conceal itself; the source of the ghostly energy was directly exposed within the room.
She pushed off with her feet, leaning forward, and shot out like an arrow from a bow, striking the girl's drawing hand with her staff.
The stylus flew out, but instead of falling to the ground, it floated in mid-air, confronting Hong Ya.
Within the ghostly artifact, Xu Asan exclaimed in surprise, "It's a ghost officer!"
The entire ghost instantly perked up. Even the tearing pain on its body became less unbearable.
Could it finally leave this place?
Before, when he saw the ghost officer in the ghost market, he was nervous and afraid, fearing he would be dragged away.
But at this very moment, seeing the ghost officer here, he felt an immense sense of familiarity.
He wished he could return with Hong Ya immediately.
Although it wasn't as exciting as the human world, it offered sufficient freedom and living space.
The violent power within his body—Xu Liu chuckled:
"Return? Do you think you can still return? Returning means death!"
Xu Liu, that was the name it gave itself.
But Xu Asan never admitted to sharing the same surname.
Xu Asan roared, "That was all your doing! Not mine!"
"I live within your body. Do you think the ghost officers will believe you? Besides, the contract signed with the Ghost Shopkeeper has your name on it."
Xu Asan fell silent, "..."
Would returning mean death?
He didn't want to die yet.
"Then let's go somewhere else..."
"Why escape? How delicious the power of ghost officers is!" Xu Liu's voice was filled with bloodlust and desire.
As if in its eyes, ghost officers were not enemies, nor hunters.
But prey!
Xu Asan was shocked, "What do you want to do?!"
This guy actually wanted to fight a ghost officer!
...
The exchange between these two consciousnesses happened in an instant.
Hong Ya had taken the opportunity to move the author of "Scare" to a corner of the room, protecting her with her own ghostly energy.
She looked at the stylus still hovering in the air, crouched down, narrowed her eyes, and charged forward the next moment.
Her intuition told her that she couldn't take the human away from here without dealing with this one.
"Hey, hey, hey,"
The stylus shifted to the side, and Xu Liu said,
"Your opponent isn't me, Ghost Officer."
It taunted, having already placed itself in the position of a hunter.
Before Hong Ya could grasp the meaning of those words, a strong gust of wind struck from behind her.
Clang—
The artifact clashed with the mourning stick.
A colossal figure gradually emerged from the drawing board on the desk, its upper half already visible.
With eyes like bronze bells, a long, full beard on its face, and muscles bulging with power.
Wielding a large saber with three iron rings, its presence was imposing.
Feeling the descending power, Hong Ya gritted her teeth, used leverage to shake off the saber, and leaped backward.
A moment before Hong Ya knocked the stylus from the girl's hand, the drawing on the drawing board had received its final stroke and was complete!
The known categories of goods from the Ghost Shopkeeper were two: one sold to ghosts to enhance their power.
The other sold to humans, used to absorb power.
And 'Inspiration' was different from stylus-type ghostly artifacts; it was more advanced.
The stylus acted upon a single human.
'Inspiration,' however, could reach more humans through human talent and creation.
The power it could obtain was also far greater than other ordinary ghostly artifacts.
This was also why the Ghost Shopkeeper had said they needed to acquire more 'Inspiration' type ghostly artifacts back at the shop.
...
In the room.
The colossal ghost fully emerged from the drawing board, standing over three meters tall.
It looked down at Hong Ya from a commanding height, exuding immense pressure.
The saber was about a meter long, and each swing was accompanied by the clanging of iron rings.
Hong Ya stood ready, her ghostly energy fully unleashed.
"Mid-stage You Bing, quite a good meal~" Xu Liu chuckled.
Bang—
Clang clang—
The white figure and the giant blue ghost clashed in the room, their ghostly energies colliding, even forming a vortex of ghostly energy within the room.
Papers flew from the desk and bookshelves.
Many items tumbled down.
But none of this harmed the girl in the corner of the room.
Not even a breeze reached her.
She sat on the floor, her eyes unfocused, simply staring ahead blankly.
Slowly, the fingers of her hand, hanging by her side, twitched.
...
"See, I told you, as long as we are stronger than ghost officers, they can't do anything to us!" Xu Liu said.
The stylus hovered in the air above the room, leisurely watching the battle.
In Xu Liu's view, there were no absolute hunters; whoever had the stronger fist became the hunter!
"Ghost officers will not lose!" Xu Asan stated firmly.
In his heart, ghost officers had always been beings of both respect and fear.
Moreover, judging by the current situation, Hong Ya was only temporarily suppressed.
And for the giant ghost to sustain itself, it would consume more ghostly energy.
Given the amount of ghostly energy stored in the artifact, it wouldn't last long.
"Then how about this?" Xu Liu scoffed.
The next moment, a slender blue ghostly figure crawled out from the drawing board on the desk.
It had a sharp horn on its forehead, and its body was about the size of a five or six-year-old child.
Its hands and feet were like sharp claws, like a beast's.
Amidst the battle between the giant ghost and the ghost officer, it quietly crawled out, moving with great speed.
In the blink of an eye, it traversed the battlefield and reached the corner.
With a claw, it tore through the protective barrier in front of the girl.
Its slender body executed a spinning kick in the air, targeting the girl's chest.
Bang!
The slender blue ghost was sent flying backward.
A mourning stick pierced it, pinning it to the wall.
The instant Hong Ya turned and threw the mourning stick, the great saber in the giant ghost's hand also slashed down.
Screeech—
The sound of robes tearing and the saber entering the back.
...