The ghost child was like a vicious dog.
It yelped and snapped at Mo Ting's body with its wide mouth.
In this haste, Mo Ting could only defend passively.
But with a shout, I kicked the ghost child squarely in the head.
A loud wail followed.
The ghost child was sent flying to the side with a single kick from me.
At the same time, I raised my peach wood sword and swung it towards the ghost child.
Such a ferocious spirit could not be spared; it had to be killed.
However, the ghost child was incredibly agile.
Just as my sword descended, it rolled to the side and dodged.
Then, it sprang up and clung to the wall with its limbs.
It turned its head, glaring at Mo Ting and me with a ferocious expression.
Its face was bruised, its eyes dark pits, and its gaping mouth revealed sharp teeth, with a red tongue dangling, dripping saliva.
The "drip, drip" sound I had heard earlier was indeed the ghost child's saliva.
I looked at the grimacing, contorted face of the ghost child.
Warily, I reached out to pull Mo Ting, who was beside me:
"Old Mo, are you alright!"
Mo Ting grabbed my hand and got up from the ground, his face full of anger.
He touched his neck, where the ghost child had left a bloody scratch, beads of blood welling up:
"I'm fine!
This damnable little ghost.
Daring to injure this great urban demon hunter, I'll show you what I'm made of."
Seeing Mo Ting was unharmed, I felt relieved.
Now, looking at the ghost child, I had no time for Mo Ting's dramatic boasts.
I gripped my peach wood sword and lunged.
The ghost child nimbly dodged me on the wall and lunged at me.
I sidestepped, and the ghost child crashed to the floor.
Mo Ting, beside me, raised his peach wood sword and also attacked.
The ghost child, using its small size to its advantage, once again evaded.
Instead, it opened its wide mouth, flicked out its red tongue, and directly wrapped around Mo Ting's leg.
With a yank, Mo Ting fell again with a clang.
"Damn it!"
Mo Ting grumbled.
But the ghost child had already pounced forward.
With a cry, its mouth split open almost to its ears, attempting to bite Mo Ting's head clean off.
But this time, the ghost child didn't get to Mo Ting.
Mo Ting seized the opportunity and swiftly reached out.
He grabbed the ghost child by the neck.
Even with its huge mouth, it couldn't bite Mo Ting with its neck held fast.
Its limbs flailed wildly.
It let out pathetic whimpers from its mouth.
Mo Ting sneered, his chuunibyou act returning:
"I am the Messenger of Light! You want to bite me? Dream on!"
Seeing this, I was delighted.
Good heavens, it seemed the ghost child was subdued.
"Well done, Old Mo!"
I said with a smile.
Mo Ting's lips curved into a smile, and he picked up his peach wood sword, ready to finish off the ghost child.
However, just as Mo Ting was about to strike.
The ghost child suddenly closed its mouth and puffed out its cheeks.
Like a toad, its cheeks bulged wider and wider.
This happened very quickly.
Seeing this, both Mo Ting and I sensed something was wrong.
This ghost child was likely about to cause trouble.
In my mind, I recalled what my master had said before I left: the cry of a "Lifesnatching Child" was very piercing.
Looking at it now, was it about to unleash its howl?
With this thought, I hurriedly warned:
"Old Mo, kill it quickly!"
Mo Ting had already raised his peach wood sword, about to thrust.
But the ghost child's cheeks puffed out too fast, and Mo Ting was ultimately a step too slow.
The ghost child suddenly exhaled, letting out a piercing cry.
"Waaah, waaah, waaah..."
The sound was incredibly loud and grating.
As soon as the sound erupted, a wave of energy hit Mo Ting and me, followed by sharp pain in our ears.
The glass of the wardrobe in the bedroom immediately shattered.
Shards scattered across the floor.
Even the bedroom window glass cracked.
Because of the piercing sound, I instinctively covered my ears and quickly reached for earplugs.
Mo Ting, unable to bear the sound, instantly let go and retreated repeatedly.
"Damn it!"
Master was right. When this thing screams, it can really shatter eardrums.
At this moment, all I could hear was a buzzing in my head.
I could only keep retreating, trying to escape the main bedroom amidst the piercing sonic waves.
The ghost child continued to cry out, "Waaah, waaah, waaah," inching closer, intending to blast us to death with its voice.
"Old Mo, put these on quickly!"
I quickly handed the spare earplugs to Mo Ting, shouting loudly.
Mo Ting was also overwhelmed by the sound, feeling disoriented and suffering unbearable ear pain.
The ghost child cried and moved towards the outside, a sinister smile on its face.
It had cornered us into a recess of the living room.
The sonic waves not only made our ears hurt but even caused us to bleed a little from our noses.
However, I had managed to put in my earplugs by now.
Although the sound was still immense, it was much better than before.
I tightened my grip on the peach wood sword and, ignoring the piercing sonic waves, lunged directly at the ghost child.
"Shut the hell up!"
I roared, swinging at the ghost child.
But this ghost child, though not strong, was incredibly agile and fast.
It quickly dodged and plastered itself onto the wall.
Climbing upwards along the wall, like a gecko, it hung upside down from the ceiling.
It continued to yelp "Wuwuwu, waawaawaa" incessantly.
Mo Ting's head pounded from the sonic assault. His eyes were red, and he wiped the blood from his nose.
He raised his peach wood sword and thrust wildly at the ghost child hanging from the ceiling.
But the ghost child evaded them all.
Seeing the ghost child's incessant wailing, and its determination to shake us to death, I quickly took a plastic bag from my pocket.
This bag contained the ash of our Ancestral Master.
I had brought a little when I left, and now was the perfect time to use it.
I grabbed the incense ash and stared at the incessantly crying ghost child.
Seeing it evade Mo Ting's attack and land on the dining table, it squatted like a toad, facing us and wailing "Waaah, waaah, waaah."
Enduring the immense noise, I threw all the incense ash at it.
Despite the ghost child's agility, with a sweep of my ash, I covered a whole area.
No matter how fast it was, it could no longer avoid it...