The sound of the Ghost Village Chief flipping pages behind him was getting faster and faster. He could finish a page almost every two minutes, a speed that matched Lu Youcheng's, who was going all out. As time ticked by, amidst cuts being made on his body, the scene Lu Youcheng dreaded most still occurred: the sound of body movement friction sounded again, and this time, it stopped right behind him.
The Ghost Monk had arrived, right behind him. Though he had not moved yet, the pressure nearly crushed Lu Youcheng at that moment.
The Ghost Village Chief's sutra copying speed was still increasing, and he was about to surpass Lu Youcheng. Running out of blood, Lu Youcheng didn't have time to think and slashed deeply into his arm again, but the next second he was stunned. No blood flowed out at all.
He could see the red flesh inside the wound, but it just wouldn't bleed. At the same time, there was a faint chill at the wound, as if the blood vessels were filled with ice.