Fast, too fast!
The surrounding ghosts didn't even know what had happened when this several meters long tentacle had already been slashed open by Le Cheng. Chunk after chunk of flesh fell from mid-air, splattering green fluid.
Hiss—
The remaining half of the tentacle emitted a strange, piercing shriek, frantically twisting its trunk.
"Is it anger or a wail? It seems you have your own consciousness, so I want to ask... do you have a soul?"
Le Cheng swung his dagger again, the twenty-centimeter blade piercing into the flesh, then he ran straight down stepping on this tentacle.