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Cen Dongsheng opened his eyes, seeing the collapsed wall, the hole he had smashed with a punch, and the ghostly silhouette curling up behind it.
He was about to step forward, prepared to seize the victory, when he suddenly stopped alertly.
A thick vine, origin unknown, slithered in from outside the window like a python, tightly wrapping around the Phantom Ghost, and pierced into its body through the wound.
The deep green vine's veins wriggled like human blood vessels, injecting some substance into the Fierce Ghost's body.
"Ahhh—!"
The Fierce Ghost screamed, struggling, but its once ethereal body started to solidify again.
"Oh, you couldn't resist coming after all."
Cen Dongsheng's lips curled, realizing he wasn't wrong.
Beyond the Fierce Ghosts born from the series of tragedies at Cai Xin Middle School, an even more ancient ghost lingered on this land.
It was the true culprit, the core of the Ghost House.
Yet its action reassured him instead.