"I'll kill you!" Lena Chu's throat spat out a sharp, masculine roar—her scream was shrill and ghostly, like a vengeful spirit.
She shot toward Evan Lin at lightning speed, while the blood-red light stained with blood-sand spun straight for Evan, swirling in midair into a miniature tornado. The air temperature around them dropped sharply, and a vicious chill wrapped everyone present in a blanket of dread.
"Holy crap!" Warren Wu's face turned ghostly pale. Even though he wasn't right next to Evan Lin, the chill felt like it was crawling out from the depths of his soul—a terror that seeped from the inside out.
"Watch out!" Damon Wang's expression shifted, and he shouted a warning to Evan Lin.
"Just a dying struggle. Filth like you should've scattered into dust ages ago—do you really think you can fight me?" Evan Lin snorted in disdain. Without hesitation, his left hand shot out and grabbed at the miniature tornado swirling in midair.
Instantly, the tiny tornado seemed to swell under Evan Lin's grasp, growing fiercer and wilder. Countless twisted ghost faces burst out from the blood-red whirlwind, each one wailing and shrieking in agony.
Each snarling ghost face lunged for Evan Lin, jaws wide, trying to tear him to pieces.
"Break!" Evan Lin stomped his right foot lightly and spat out a single word. The moment he spoke, every qi aperture in his body snapped open at once. The inner energy stored in his body erupted like a flood, surging out through his skin as a thick white mist that instantly wrapped him from head to toe.
The white mist didn't dissipate—it rolled and surged around him, like waves crashing through a sea of clouds.
"Is that... inner-strength projection?" Damon Wang stared in shock and disbelief.
The white mist quickly tangled with the blood-red tornado. In just a few seconds, every ghost face inside that once-roaring whirlwind sizzled and smoked wherever it touched the mist, like they were being burned alive.
The ghost faces tried to scatter and escape, but the white mist seized them all in an instant, shredding them to nothing.
"No way!"
Lena Chu's eyes went wide with madness. She was already right in front of Evan Lin, her fists morphing into claws as she lunged for his throat, aiming to kill with one strike.
"Get lost!" Evan Lin snorted coldly and spun around, kicking Lena Chu square in the neck.
Everyone heard a piercing, beast-like scream. After hitting the ground, Lena Chu landed on all fours like a wild animal, then bolted away at an inhuman speed, vanishing into the night.
"Crap!"
Damon Wang's heart skipped a beat—he was about to give chase.
"It's pointless. You can't outrun her. She's burning her life to escape, but in her condition, she won't last long." Evan Lin stopped Damon Wang, then glanced at Jason Jun and the handless Leo Liang lying on the ground.
"Boss, what do we do with them?" Cook walked over with his kitchen knife, his gaze toward Evan Lin now full of respect instead of earlier contempt.
Evan Lin had already proven his strength just now.
"Chop them up and feed them to the dogs." Damon Wang didn't even glance at Leo Liang or Jason Jun. Instead, his gaze was wary, fixed on the pile of bloody flesh Evan Lin had just made out of the blood-man, and the mound of blood-sand.
"What was that thing just now?" Damon Wang still looked shaken.
If it were just dealing with Lena Chu and her crew, Damon Wang would've been confident. But what happened just now was way beyond anything he could handle.
Even just that blood-red tornado gave Damon Wang chills. But what really stunned him was Evan Lin's power.
Inner-strength projection.
Could he already be at the Vajra level?
Just the thought made Damon Wang value Evan Lin even more.
"Something that should've died but didn't—basically half a ghost-god by human standards." Evan Lin shook his head, not bothering to explain further.
That kind of thing usually has the tomb owner sealed away with an ever-burning lamp, his corpse locked inside blood jade, just waiting for someone to find it—a host with spiritual roots and intelligence—so it can come back to life.
It's basically like body-snatching.
But since Evan Lin destroyed its corpse just now, most of its power is gone. How long it can survive now depends on pure luck.
Seeing Evan Lin didn't want to talk more, Damon Wang dropped the subject. He crouched down and picked up the glass case holding the divine medicine.
The glass case was cracked, and the startled divine medicine inside kept darting around, clearly wanting out. But it was so weak it couldn't break free no matter how hard it tried.
Damon Wang hesitated, then looked at Evan Lin. "So do we split it the way we agreed before?"
"Yeah, that's fine. But if I can extend your life by other means, then the divine medicine is all mine." Evan Lin's gaze was calm.
A promise made is a promise kept.
If Damon Wang tries to back out halfway, Evan Lin wouldn't mind killing everyone here.
"Deal." Damon Wang nodded without hesitation.
In reality, his body was already falling apart—he didn't have much time left to waste.
"But I don't have much time left. At most, I can give you three days." Damon Wang looked at Evan Lin and spoke slowly.
"I won't need three days. Hand me your knife." Evan Lin looked at Cook, who hesitated, glanced at Damon Wang, and only handed over the kitchen knife after Damon nodded.
Evan Lin gripped the kitchen knife in one hand and walked to the spot where the blood-man's mangled corpse lay.
The puddle of blood was thick and foul, reeking with a stench that wouldn't dissipate.
Evan Lin flattened the knife blade over the blood, letting it soak the metal, then walked toward Damon Wang.
"What are you doing, young friend?" Damon Wang tensed, taking a cautious half-step back, his brows furrowing.
"You've got a gu parasite in your body. These things love blood and flesh, especially the kind of sinister stuff you find in ancient tombs—they're the ultimate treat for them."
"Relax. Just stand still."
Evan Lin approached Damon Wang. After a long hesitation, Damon finally steeled himself and stood firm.
Standing in front of him, Evan Lin held the knife in his left hand. With his right, he curled his middle finger, arched his index finger like a sword, and jabbed three inches above Damon Wang's waist. Then, thumb pressed tight, he tapped rapidly over the Canglong acupoint at Damon Wang's waist more than a dozen times.
His movements were lightning fast.
Cook watched nervously from the side, while Warren Wu, at first confused and even a little contemptuous, looked on.
He knew exactly what kind of gu parasite was inside Damon Wang—even divine medicine could only temporarily hold back its backlash.
That parasite, called the Evil Zombie Gu, never leaves until it's devoured its host. But it also grants the host tremendous power—hence the nickname 'Little Gu God.'
But as Warren Wu watched Evan Lin's technique, his initial shock turned into utter horror.