Chapter 562: Corpse Slayer

As expected, there were no ghosts outside the door, and the Samurai Ghost in the corridor had completely vanished. Sensing a rare opportunity, Yang Xiao quickened his pace, with the exit nearly within reach.

10 steps.

20 steps.

Holding the Ghost Duster in his hand, with dried trails of blood still at the corner of his eyes, his face twisted fiercely, he appeared utterly insane, constantly alert to any noise behind the doors on either side. At this critical juncture, anyone daring to come out would get a sweep of the whisk.

"Splat."