I Am Loaded with Passive Skills

Chapter 3643: Chapter 775: Horse Carriage

"Ghost!"

"A fierce ghost that can wield a sword, decapitating Uncle Jin with a single strike?"

"Such a pale ghost, scared the hell out of me... Wait, is this a person, a human face?"

"Uncle Jin, a higher void, just gone like that?"

"The body is black, maybe even the soul was slashed, or was it consumed by that white-faced ghost?"

"Is this an effect?"

"Look closely at Uncle Jin’s chest, there really seems to be a scar..."

"This ghost is no joke, it’s clear, Ghost Buddha Realm mutation, a Saint Stage is about to be born, listen to this saint’s advice, head home."

"Elder Fu, quickly protect!"

"Matchmaker, quickly assist!"

"..."𝒇𝙧𝙚𝓮𝙬𝙚𝓫𝒏𝓸𝓿𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝙤𝓶

The image of the Golden Apricot, after a brief pause, flashed with one comment after another.

They floated before Hong’s eyes, but she paid them no mind.

Unlike the Spiritual Cultivators who watched from across the screen, buffered by distance, the direct impact on Matchmaker was too overwhelming.

Uncle Jin was decapitated, the white face hanging before him.

When that ghost spoke human words, she could even smell a rotting stench; her thoughts froze:

"Uncle Jin is dead..."

"The fierce ghost wielding a sword..."

"It has human intelligence, it can speak..."

The white-faced ghost’s jaw was still grounded on Uncle Jin’s headless body, and it was no more than a body’s length away from the Matchmaker.

It sniffed greedily and blissfully, its long tongue reaching out, almost licking Matchmaker’s cheek.

"Run!"

A desperate yell came from afar: "Miss! Matchmaker! Snap out of it, run!"

Matchmaker turned and ran immediately.

"Ssssss..."

The white-faced ghost relished the thrill of the hunt, not rushing to kill, only grinning to the temples, its squinted eyes like slits.

It lightly pushed with its chin.

Uncle Jin’s body fell to the ground on cue.

The viewpoint of the Golden Apricot fixed in a backward direction.

Only then did the spectators realize, Uncle Jin might not have been joking, he perhaps truly wasn’t coming back.

Elder Fu’s urgency, Matchmaker’s panic, were not effects for show either.

Their small team of higher void level encountered a terrifying fierce ghost capable of wiping them out—unheard of in the last half year!

"Young lady..."

The white-faced ghost dressed in a tattered green robe, holding a black long sword, "under my sword, no one escapes."

He held the sword with both hands, slowly drawn forward, an extremely artistic move.

"Spirit Slash."

With a swish, a ghostly green sword light burst forth.

Matchmaker sprinted ahead, but the sword light, although launched later, caught up first, instantly slicing towards her nape.

In the view of the Golden Apricot, the sword light grew from small to large, as if about to slash out of the frame.

"Matchmaker!"

At a critical moment, Elder Fu from afar threw high a talisman, commanding with blood: "Golden Yuan Shield!"

Matchmaker stumbled, surrounded by a golden spiritual source barrier, she felt intensely safe.

The ghostly green sword light struck, but it left not even a single pale scratch on the Golden Yuan Shield.

A slew of messages instantly floated across the forehead:

"Good! She’s protected!"

"This white-faced ghost seems no more than this, though unfortunately, Uncle Jin was killed in its covert attack, but it surely cannot defeat a prepared Elder Fu."

Yet some saw through it clearly:

"No, if Uncle Jin had no idea before his death, how could Elder Fu save Matchmaker if they’re on the same level?"

"Look quickly, that ghost... is laughing?"

"It’s a calculating ghost, Elder Fu is in danger!"

In the relief of escaping by a hair’s breadth, Matchmaker came to her senses, slightly turned the Golden Bead, revealing Elder Fu on the screen, her whole body trembled:

"Elder Fu..."

She cried out in pain: "No!"

On the screen, Elder Fu, with a goatee, without any prelude, was now bleeding from seven orifices, standing stiff.

His forehead, neck, chest, abdomen, crotch, shoulders, and knees were unknowingly left with nine bloody holes.

The shadow of the black sword’s attack had just barely faded away.

The white-faced ghost was already riding on Elder Fu’s shoulders, grinning and straddling.

Its sword, from above to below, like a skewer of roast lamb, was ruthlessly thrust into Elder Fu’s skull.

"Sizzle!"

The sword body pierced through, blood sprayed everywhere.

In front of the screen of the Golden Apricot, nearly a million spectators were all watching, their hearts seized.

"When did this ghost get over there?"

"And when did it unsheathe the sword, how was it completely invisible?"

"Nine sword wounds, Ghost Sword Nine Nails? Isn’t that a Ghost Hunting Skill, the old man remembers, the previous generation of the Seven Sword Deity, what was their name?"

The comments drowned out the comments.

Everyone was busy posting, not many were picking and choosing what to say.

Actually, those posting comments had mostly turned off others’ comments, focusing solely on the screen.

The Golden Apricot’s screen was a wide-angle shot.

Elder Fu and the white-faced ghost had never left the frame, just that one was centered and the other at the edge.

And just in that moment when Elder Fu shielded Matchmaker, switching the screen’s focus, nine bloody holes were stabbed onto him?

"Truly a Saint Stage?"

In the comments, there was a guy claiming to be "This saint" pretending all along, typically ignored by many.

But constantly spamming the screen, seeing it often became memorable.

Looking at it now, were it not Saint Stage, how could it slaughter higher void like killing chickens?

"Elder Fu is dead too?"

"Impossible, they must be acting, Uncle Jin is not truly dead!"

"Look quickly! Elder Fu’s fingers can still move, he’s pinching out a talisman..."

Sharp-eyed ones noticed Elder Fu’s body with multiple penetrating wounds, pulling out a Thunder Purple Talisman tremulously under his sleeves.

On it, Holy Power faintly fluctuated.

This was actually despairing.

Elder Fu, with unconscious "uh uh" sounds, his body trembling like a sieve, even took out the Holy Power Talisman Paper.

If this was acting, the cost wasn’t small.

And his acting skills should be above Lord Shou.

"Ssssss..."

Amid overwhelming expectation, Elder Fu’s talisman in his hand hadn’t even lit up, the white-faced ghost, straddling his shoulders, smirked playfully.

Without a moment of hesitation, with a sizzle, it withdrew the black long sword from head through body of Elder Fu, mocking: