"Let me go, let me go."
The ghost rolled on the ground, screaming shrilly.
Wen Jiaren was not reassured and shot out two more strands of Spiritual Power. As the Spiritual Power touched the yin body, it turned into fine threads wrapping around it in circles. This female ghost was even more difficult to deal with than the century-old female evil spirit.
Just as the illusion was broken, Ji Qing hurried down from the second floor. Surprised to see the ghost on the floor, he exclaimed, "The Faceless Ghost?"
The Faceless Ghost?
Wen Jiaren had heard of this kind of ghost; it was not just one ghost soul but two bodies fused together at death, often resulting from car accidents. Both bodies were crushed and died instantly, blood, flesh, bones merged, and so did their souls.
This type of ghost was usually quite powerful, best at deceiving people and very fast.
But Wen Jiaren was puzzled, "Why can't I feel any yin energy from it?"
