Chapter 70: Ripping Off the Ghost Claw

As Fu Lang fumbled around in the dark, his hand suddenly brushed against something cold, slimy, and sticky…

Fu Lang: “…”

Though every fiber of his being screamed for him to give up on life, he tried to stay strong.

Even as his whole body trembled with fear, he kept telling himself, As long as I pull my hand back fast enough, that slimy thing won’t notice!

But just as he was retracting his hand…

He felt five fingers clamp tightly around his wrist!

They were slippery.

They were sticky.

And they reeked of blood!

Fu Lang felt like his soul was about to leave his body. I can’t handle this!

Please, let go of my hand!

But the more he struggled, the tighter the grip became, digging painfully into his flesh.

“AAAAAHHHHH!!!”

Fu Lang had always prided himself on being a man, someone who wouldn’t scream over a little scare for fear of damaging his image.

But sometimes, the throat doesn’t lie.

He let out a wail so dramatic it could’ve been an opera performance, his voice rising and falling with perfect emotion.

Even though Su Bao had drawn a protective talisman on his other palm and infused it with her blood, Fu Lang was too terrified to use his free hand to touch the ghostly fingers gripping his wrist.

What if it grabbed his other hand too?!

He was petrified!

“Xiao Bao, help me!!!” Fu Lang cried, his voice cracking with desperation.

Just as he thought his life was over, a gust of wind swept through the restroom. Su Bao arrived at his side in the blink of an eye!

Hearing Fu Lang’s incessant wailing, Su Bao felt like her ears were about to explode.

So annoying.

She had already told him he wouldn’t be harmed. If she said it, she meant it.

Why was he still so scared?

More importantly, why did he have to scream like that? It was so grating!

Meanwhile, Mo Yan…

Was still standing by the car.

He had initially planned to follow Fu Lang to the restroom, but Su Bao had stopped him. So he stayed by the car, waiting.

But just moments ago, Su Bao had suddenly bolted away like a whirlwind, catching him completely off guard.

Her speed…

Have you ever seen a lightning-fast ferret?

She was faster than that!

It was like she’d vanished in an instant, leaving Mo Yan in stunned silence.

Even with his top-tier physical training, Mo Yan knew he couldn’t match that kind of speed.

Back in the restroom, Su Bao appeared beside Fu Lang in an instant. Without hesitation, she reached out and grabbed the ghostly claw clutching Fu Lang’s wrist.

The claw didn’t even have time to retreat.

Su Bao, with her incredible strength, gripped it tightly, causing it to crack audibly. The claw seemed to writhe in pain but refused to let go of Fu Lang’s wrist, as if determined to drag him down with it.

“You don’t know your place,” Su Bao said coldly.

With a sharp squeeze, the ghostly claw was forced to release its grip.

Then, with a powerful yank, Su Bao ripped the claw off entirely and threw it to the ground!

A blood-curdling scream echoed through the restroom.

It was filled with agony and hatred.

A vengeful ghost’s body is made of spiritual energy. By tearing off its claw, Su Bao had directly damaged its soul.

Such an injury to the soul was excruciating, hence the ghost’s harrowing wails.

Hearing Su Bao’s voice, Fu Lang was so overwhelmed with relief that he nearly burst into tears.

Great Aunt, you’re finally here!

He could’ve wept with gratitude.

“You and I are the same kind. Why are you helping an outsider?!”

“Why?!”

The female ghost’s voice was filled with anguish, her resentment so deep it was almost tangible.