The origins of this Demon Ghost are varied and conflicting; some say it is a mutation of people due to karma, while others say it is the transformation of corpses that have been tragically strangled and decayed. It's said that if one experiences the extraordinary sensation akin to the soul leaving the body at night, it may be a sign of turning into a Rattling Head.

Hidechika signaled to Gu Mo with a glance and then proceeded forward with her sword.

Gu Mo very sensibly retreated two steps, putting a bit of distance between them, mainly to show he's very savvy and wouldn't rashly charge forward... Being a freeloader means having the awareness of one; piggybacking on the experience and picking up equipment is quite nice, there's no need to steal kills or interfere with the big player's performance.

Hidechika's movements were silent, but just as she was nearing the house, not yet stepping through the door, the Rattling Head suddenly sprang into action.

Its long neck rotated like lightning; the head lunged towards her as if a coiled cobra had finally awaited prey entering its attack range, launching its assault without hesitation!

The black-haired girl remained expressionless, her eyes as clear as autumn waters, showing no ripples. This is Constant Darkness, the opponent's domain; trying to bypass the Demon Ghost's senses and sneak closer to launch a surprise attack is inherently difficult. Truth be told, from the moment the two of them stepped into Constant Darkness, the opponent must have noticed.

She raised her sword to parry, and the head bit precisely onto her sword, emitting a cracking sound, seemingly sparking a few starbursts.

At the same time, the girl drew a short blade from her waist with her other hand, slashing at the long neck like lightning; everything flowed naturally as if rehearsed in advance, without needing much thought. She was always able to instantly grasp the best strategy for combating demons!

...

Boom!

A resounding noise, a flash of fire, and the acrid smell of gunpowder filled the air.

Shaking the Matchlock Gun in hand, Gu Mo looked at the wailing little Hungry Ghost ahead, its stomach exploded, intestines spread across the ground in a bloody mess, while the faint golden essence rapidly turned into gas and evaporated into the air; Gu Mo tugged at the corner of his mouth and stepped forward, decisively cleaving off its head.

While Ah Xiu went to tackle the Lord of Constant Darkness, he of course wouldn't just stand idly but instead began clearing the small fry Demon Ghosts on the battlefield's periphery. He was now adept at bullying the little Hungry Ghosts, no longer finding these creatures particularly troublesome, as was evident just now.

For ordinary Demon Ghost enemies, in one-on-one situations with preparation, they can be resolved fairly smoothly without exerting much effort.

After all, in his hands were Curse Talismans, his weapons had enchantments, maxing out the targeted attributes…

As long as a Demon Ghost doesn't spawn directly next to him, giving him no distance and time, he certainly can comfortably use long-range attacks against short-range opponents.

In this light, although he feels his growth isn't substantial, actually it's quite adequate. Ordinary people a month ago could only deal with little Hungry Ghosts, and a month later can also just handle little Hungry Ghosts, progress doesn't happen that quickly—Just the physical changes brought by adding a few points would take more than half a year in the best-case scenario compared to others steadily training and strengthening their constitution.

The sword gleamed with a clear radiance, unstained by any blood, yet he habitually swung it and then surveyed the Matchlock Gun in his other hand.

The power is just so-so in terms of range and lethality, evident from this era's black gunpowder being less efficient, not having much recoil. His 12 points in strength allow him to fire single-handedly… Of course, hitting a vital spot at this range can still eradicate a little Hungry Ghost.

Even if he hadn't delivered the finishing blow, the little thing would soon die from direct killing or from blood loss over time.

However, the drawbacks are too apparent. Gu Mo shook his head, reminiscing over the non-reloading guns in games capable of continuous shooting… This feeling is truly terrible. He lamented while taking out bullets, reloading.

Glancing around, he found no other targets and was about to turn back when suddenly the big fox beside him reacted.

He raised an eyebrow, grasped his sword and gun firmly, inventoried his remaining Curse Talismans, then moved slightly closer in that direction, soon hearing some sounds. These came from the room at the corridor's far end, faintly emitting low sobs.

It seemed to be a woman softly whimpering, trying hard to suppress herself in fear or something without daring to make too loud a noise, yet unable to fully hold back, delicate and weak. Coupled with the melodious sweetness of the sound itself, it'd invoke a protective instinct upon hearing.

Gu Mo paused momentarily before staring intently at the room.

The tattered paper doors drooped, collapsing inwards; the inside was pitch dark, too dim to discern any scenery... The sobbing came from within, and was exceedingly low-key, not overly theatrical. For those not worldly-wise, it might be easy to be deceived.

But with Gu Mo's extensive exposure to horror films, he was too experienced in dealing with such situations. Though the memories of those old films were from long ago, they at least implanted some strange trivia like survival laws for horror scenes.

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