Running was Fatty's forte. Back then, he had once escaped from under the noses of ghosts while carrying Huai Yi under one arm and dragging the doctor with the other.

But this time, Fatty felt an unprecedented pressure. The lantern was somewhat heavy and very cold, the bone-chilling yin energy felt like it had been soaking in water for countless years, seriously affecting Fatty's performance.

More importantly, a strange "patta, patta" sound came from behind, like a lump of rotten meat being forcefully slapped on a cutting board, again and again, and the speed was comparable to his own.

At the same time, a faint light shone from behind, exuding a completely different warmth.

Fatty was completely confused. "What's going on? Isn't the lantern...isn't the lantern in my hand? What's with the light behind me?"

Unable to resist his curiosity, Fatty glanced back, but this one glance almost scared his soul out of him. The pursuing maid had completely changed her appearance. Her entire body was swollen and white from being soaked, and her clothes were torn with many large openings. He couldn't even make out the facial features on her rotten face, and pus was constantly flowing, the fishy stench assaulting his brain.

"Patta."

"Patta."

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Two legs as thick as saplings were running in a crisscross pattern, the knees not bending at all, just slamming on the ground with each step, pus splattering everywhere.

But what made Fatty even more desperate was that the maid ghost was also holding a paper lantern in her hand. The lantern swayed constantly as she ran, except it was held by her stiff right arm, because the maid's left arm was gone.

The rotten mouth, exposing the gums, opened and closed, making sounds that didn't sound like human at all, but strangely, Fatty actually understood. What she was saying was... give me back my arm.

Give me back my arm!!

The scene before his eyes instantly changed. When Fatty looked down and saw the "lantern" in his hand, a chill shot straight from the soles of his feet to the crown of his head. It was not a lantern at all, but an arm, a rotten arm of a dead person with the flesh almost falling off the bone!

His hand was holding onto the exposed bone, and the feel was about the same as a lantern pole.

After a scream, Fatty immediately threw the rotten arm away. The arm fell to the ground not far in front with a "patta" sound, and juice splattered everywhere.

When Fatty ran to the vicinity of the severed arm, he suddenly had an idea. He kicked the arm off the bridge with one foot, and with a "plop" it fell into the dark lake.

"Don't chase me, jump down and find it now, you can still reattach it while it's hot!"

Things actually played out as Fatty hoped. The maid ghost stopped chasing when she reached the spot where the arm fell into the water. She stood by the bridge and looked down, and finally kicked her legs and jumped down with a "plop", splashing a large spray of water.

Although he had temporarily escaped the pursuit of the maid ghost, thinking about it from another perspective, snatching someone's arm and throwing it into the water was a serious offense. The other party would definitely not let him go.

Fatty didn't dare to rest and continued to run. The bridge was unusually long. He didn't know how far he had run. Finally, he saw the end of the bridge in the distance, but when he ran closer, he suddenly stopped, and then his pupils couldn't help but shrink. He saw a person lying on the edge of the bridge, grabbing the railing with his hands, his lower body under the bridge, accompanied by violent struggles and extremely miserable screams.

And the voice of this scream was actually Yao Shun Yu!

Seeing Fatty running over, Yao Shun Yu, with bloodshot eyes, immediately shouted, "Don't come over! Run, run off this bridge, and...and you'll live!"

Getting closer, Fatty finally saw that there were many hands on Yao Shun Yu's body, trying their best to pull him down. Some of those hands had been soaked until the bones were exposed, obviously of the same kind as the maid ghost.

"Ah...ah!!"

Not knowing what kind of pain he was experiencing, it was enough to make Yao Shun Yu, such a patient person, scream so miserably. Fatty could tell at a glance that this was definitely a trap. Those things deliberately didn't kill Yao Shun Yu, just waiting for him to approach and save him, and then drag him into the water together and kill him.

But...but if he didn't save him, then Yao Shun Yu would be dead for sure. Fatty watched Yao Shun Yu's struggling power getting smaller and smaller, and finally Yao Shun Yu clenched his lips, stopped screaming, and instead showed Fatty a miserable smile with difficulty.

Fatty understood that Yao Shun Yu wanted him to leave, so he could leave with peace of mind as much as possible.

Fatty had seen a similar smile before. During the last mission, when he was strangled by the hanging ghost, Yao Shun Yu had also been like this, advising him to leave.

Just as Yao Shun Yu's hand was about to leave the railing, a figure rushed over suddenly, grabbed Yao Shun Yu, and the two sides were fighting. A dozen ghost hands were desperately pulling down, while Fatty tensed his whole body and was trying to pull the person up. The two forces were actually deadlocked, and Yao Shun Yu screamed in pain.

Immediately afterwards, a ghost face appeared behind Yao Shun Yu's shoulder, showing Fatty an extremely strange smile, as if the conspiracy had succeeded.

It was the face of that maid ghost!

All this was her idea!

The maid ghost's head poked out. Her body had been soaked in water for who knows how long, her whole body was deformed, and her neck gradually elongated, like a boneless snake, twisting towards Fatty.

Two eyes narrowed into slits gleamed with joy. Just a moment before her head was about to touch Fatty's face, Fatty mustered his strength, bit the tip of his tongue, and spat a mouthful of tongue-tip blood on the ghost maid's face.

The ghost face made a hissing sound, as if it had been splashed with sulfuric acid. The ghost maid let out a painful wail, and the other ghost hands seemed to be frightened by this sudden attack, and stopped one after another. Seeing this, Fatty punched with his backhand, his fist as big as a sandbag slammed hard on the ghost maid's face, directly knocking her back into the pool. His other hand directly grabbed Yao Shun Yu, who had only half a breath left, threw him on his back, and ran away.

Fatty ran off the bridge with the person on his back and ran straight to the path. He also vaguely remembered the way, and things seemed to be developing in a good direction. "Don't be afraid, brother, we succeeded. As expected...as expected, being a virgin is still useful. My mouthful of tongue-tip blood is something that ordinary evil spirits can't handle!"

"By the way, do you remember the way? Give me directions, let's go back quickly and report to the doctor and the others, otherwise it's hard to guarantee that these ghosts won't impersonate us and trick the doctor and the others into opening the door."

Slowly, Fatty felt an arm gradually tightening around his neck. The hand was a little cold, and Fatty was suddenly shocked, but immediately afterwards, another hand reached out, pointing to one of the paths at the fork. Yao Shun Yu's weak voice sounded, "Go...go this way, keep going, don't...don't stop..."