Chapter 147: Ghost Hand Impermanence

"What is that... What on earth is that..."

The veteran players, usually well-informed and experienced, raised their heads in utter panic, staring up at the sky.

Amidst the bloody rain, waterfalls of withered black hair hung mid-air, swaying with the wind.

As a gust of chilly wind swept past, a pale human face—its eyes and mouth crudely sewn shut with thick thread—lurked vaguely amidst the flowing strands of hair.

This was a towering, monstrous ghost standing four to five meters high in mid-air, easily matching the height of a multi-story building!

"Ah! How... how is anyone supposed to survive this..."

Facing such a bizarre and gigantic entity, the primordial fear deeply embedded in human genetics reached its absolute peak.

"It's a S-class terrifying ghost! It's an S-class ghost!"

The mohawk-haired lackey beside Wu Suowei let out a desperate shriek, turning around and sprinting backward first.

The next second, a gigantic hand descended from the bloody rain, moving with unstoppable force toward the man foolishly attempting to escape.

Squelch!

Surging waves of blood splashed from beneath the giant hand's pale fingers as they crushed into the ground. The thick blood silently merged with the rainwater flowing across the ground, washing away into the distance.

"Run! Run!"

The battle-hardened veterans reacted swiftly, scattering and fleeing in all directions.

Yet, accompanied by a viscous, dull, and heavy echo booming through the air, that decaying giant hand extended yet another finger, crushing down toward another running player just like stepping on an ant.

[Ghost Hand Wuchang]
[Threat Level: S-class Ghost]
[Character Description: Heh! Do you want to play a game with him? Pray! Pray that you aren't one of the pieces in his game!]

Ji Linmo frowned deeply. The S-class ghost from last time had been troublesome enough.

This one was more than ten times as terrifying, leaving them completely defenseless.

"Mr. Ji..."

Just as Qin Feng opened his mouth, Ji Linmo covered his lips with his hand.

In this hellscape overflowing with screams and blood, the man stood straight and tall, his expression utterly blank as he stared up at the ghastly entity in the air, as if sizing something up.

"Boss! Let's run too!"

Yellow-hair grabbed Wu Suowei's clothes and yanked him backward.

However, Wu Suowei remained silent. Wearing his sunglasses, he swept his gaze across the surroundings.

Right now, facing a ghost as tall as a building, almost everyone's first reaction was to flee for their lives.

Yet their running speed was entirely incomparable to the descending fingers plunging from the high altitude.

Players died one after another. Driven to desperation, quite a few players resorted to pulling out their ultimate backup dungeon items.

Yet the result remained the same: ripped bellies, shattered intestines, reduced to mere puddles of bloody mush.

"Cough, cough... Old Ji, hurry and find a blind spot with cover to hide..."

Stumbling back up to his feet, Lin Bufei saw that no one was holding him down anymore and hurried over to Ji Linmo, bruised and battered.

Just as he was about to dive into the corner of the narrow gap between two houses, Ji Linmo abruptly shook his head at him.

[Don't move.]

Ji Linmo mouthed the words.

Lin Bufei's eyes widened, and he immediately used exaggerated body language to express his outrage.

[You son of a bitch! Are you out of your mind?!]

Yet, seeing the unwavering certainty in Ji Linmo's eyes, Lin Bufei finally gritted his teeth and stood rigidly in place.

"This is a legendary S-class ghost... Old Ji, don't screw me over..."

S-class ghosts were completely different from any other ghost NPCs; they were utterly chaotic.

Because almost no one knew what they were thinking, and no rules could constrain them, they stood far above all rules.

Yet such whispered, urban-legend-like terror was something virtually no one had ever witnessed.

Because those who had seen it were already dead.

At that moment, the finger that had plunged from the sky lifted back up, kicking up a fierce gust of wind as it returned to mid-air.

Everyone saw the ghost in the sky—its eyes and mouth sewn shut with giant stitches—suddenly swivel its body around, turning its back to them, and begin writing something in the empty air.

"Heh, hehe, we're done for... Starting off like this, this crappy dungeon never intended for us to survive!"

Lin Bufei was sweating profusely from anxiety. In less than a minute, at least twenty players had probably already died.

If this continued, everyone would likely be wiped out right here.

Yet the next second, the towering ghost standing high in the air whipped its head back around.

Squelch!

A few players who had been preparing to flee died instantly.

Now, not a single person dared to move recklessly.

Gazing at the dead, silent alley, the ghost wore a hideous smile, then turned its back once more to write something in the air.

"Save me! Save me! Someone save me... I'm willing to give all my dungeon items to whoever helps me!"

A player lying on the ground screamed heart-rendingly, tears rolling down from his eyes and tracing across his youthful face.

His bloodied legs, completely pulverized into the consistency of minced meat, were spread evenly across the rain-washed ground, still tenuously connected to his upper body by shreds of flesh.

Right now, he didn't even dare to look at himself anymore, because even a single glance more would make him faint.

"Brother... don't be sad. You won't be the only one dying; let me offer you some humanistic care."

Surveying the alley littered with corpses, Lin Bufei raised the flask of alcohol he kept hidden in his pocket, took a long swig, and tossed the remaining contents toward the legless player.

"Tell me, Old Ji, since we're going to die anyway, let's strike a cool pose first. The two of us, together."

With that, Lin Bufei struck a bodybuilding pose while simultaneously flipping double middle fingers with synchronized precision.

However, Ji Linmo ignored him, merely gazing at the corpse-strewn alley and taking a slow step forward.

One step, two steps, three steps...

Ji Linmo closed in on the ghost step by step.

In an instant, the scene fell deathly silent. Everyone stared at Ji Linmo in absolute disbelief, as if they had just seen a ghost.

"......"

The man remained silent, turning his head to glance at Qin Feng.

The youth instantly understood and followed along beside him.

As Ji Linmo walked more and more steps, many of those who had recovered from their panic also caught on, fixing their gazes on the bizarre man before them.

"What is he trying to do?"

Wu Suowei took off his sunglasses, watching the distant, steadily advancing Ji Linmo with an expression of astonishment.

The ghost quickly turned its head back again. At that moment, Ji Linmo and Qin Feng also came to a halt.

Watching the ghost listen to the quiet alley for a long time before turning its head away once more, the two immediately resumed marching forward.

"That's right... It really is playing the King's Game!"

Ji Linmo's eyes were profound and dark.

Everything was very close to what he had anticipated. Based on his experience, S-class ghosts actually possessed their own unique internal logic.

Though this logic was bizarre, as long as one could follow its train of thought, they could survive!