"You can do it!"

The red-clad woman's beautiful eyes were filled with encouragement.

At that moment, a ghoul charged toward Su Xuan.

This ghoul had disheveled hair, and its body was covered with boils. Its nails, obviously untrimmed for a long time, were extremely long with curled tips. It lashed out, clawing toward Su Xuan's face!

With the thought of just giving it a try, Su Xuan swung the iron rod, striking the ghoul heavily on the head.

CLANG!

Su Xuan actually heard the sound ring in his mind. The iron rod also provided a sense of feedback, as if to tell him that he had indeed hit the ghoul on the head, not just empty air.

Perhaps Su Xuan had used too much force. The ghoul's head burst like a watermelon, suddenly erupting in a cloud of black mist. Amazingly, the iron rod emitted a suction force, drawing in the black mist entirely.

"It really works!"

Succeeding with a single strike, Su Xuan's confidence surged. He swung the iron rod again, striking another ghoul on the head. That ghoul was instantly shattered, turning into black mist that was absorbed by the iron rod.

CLANG! CLANG! CLANG!

After striking down several ghouls in a row, Su Xuan felt as if he were invincible. Under Old Zhou's astonished gaze, he let out a deep shout. "I'm going into Unparalleled Mode!"

"Unparalleled..."

The corner of Old Zhou's mouth twitched. Is he playing a video game? Going into Unparalleled Mode?

A moment later, Su Xuan took a deep breath and began to swing the iron rod like a great windmill, charging into the oncoming ghouls with the force of a whirlwind. Any ghoul that came into contact with his iron rod was instantly smashed into a cloud of black mist and absorbed by it.

The scene left Old Zhou speechless with astonishment.

If his use of Spirit Talismans was considered killing ghosts with magic, then Su Xuan was purely killing ghosts with physics. It was simply too violent!

CLANG!

But when the iron rod struck the most formidable-looking ghoul, something unexpected happened. The ghoul actually raised a hand and caught the rod, bringing Su Xuan's assault to an abrupt halt.

Su Xuan smirked, twisted at his waist to wrench the iron rod free, and swept it horizontally at the ghoul.

CLANG!

The ghoul was struck in the waist and bent over sharply. Holding the rod with both hands, Su Xuan leaped into the air and smashed it down on the ghoul's head.

THUMP!

The ghoul's head burst open.

Su Xuan narrowed his eyes. Seeing many more ghouls charging out from the corridor, he began swinging the iron rod once more, plowing through them.

The sight made Old Zhou think Su Xuan was like an unstoppable force of nature, cutting a path with sparks and lightning.

The woman in red had actually been by Su Xuan's side the entire time, but Old Zhou simply couldn't see her. She watched Su Xuan's rampage with a smile on her lips.

After running back and forth through the corridor several times and crushing all the ghouls, Su Xuan stopped his assault, panting heavily.

This time, he'd had his fill of fun. He had also experienced the joy of bashing heads in with an iron rod.

He felt no guilt in his heart. They were all harmful beings, so it didn't matter if they were killed.

"My, my, Boss! You're incredible!"

Seeing that there were indeed no ghouls left, Old Zhou walked up to Su Xuan, clutching his sleeve as if to wipe the sweat from Su Xuan's face, but Su Xuan pushed his hand away.

Su Xuan wiped his own sweat away, his gaze turning excitedly to the iron rod in his hand. This thing was truly powerful. Just as he had suspected, it could exorcise ghosts and subdue demons. It was an authentic treasure, even if it didn't look like much.

"Uh..."

Sudden astonishment flickered in Su Xuan's eyes. He discovered that the iron rod was actually shedding its rust. The corrosion he hadn't been able to scrub off before was now flaking away, bit by bit.

This led him to a sudden realization. Killing ghouls removes the rust?

In some places, more rust had fallen off, revealing intricate patterns underneath.

CLICK! CLICK!

But before Su Xuan could get a closer look at the patterns, the Compass that Old Zhou was tucking under his arm suddenly emitted a strange noise.

"There's... still more!"

Old Zhou hastily held the Compass out in front of him. He looked at the needle and found it trembling as it pointed in one direction—toward a door at the end of the corridor.

"Let's check it out!"

Su Xuan wiped his sweaty palms on his clothes and, carrying the iron rod, rushed toward the door.

CRASH!

He kicked the door open, and a mourning hall with a dark, gloomy atmosphere appeared in his vision. There were bright white wreaths, bright white elegiac couplets, and rows of chairs, as if a farewell service had just been held. But Su Xuan didn't see any ghosts here.

Old Zhou followed him in, the needle of the Compass in his hand still vibrating and pointing directly toward the center of the hall.

Gripping the iron rod before him, Su Xuan slowly approached the center of the mourning hall. A black-and-white photograph hung there, showing the portrait of a kind-looking elderly man.

BOOM!

But just as Su Xuan reached the front of the hall, the elderly man's photograph suddenly fell, and the surrounding wreaths burst open. Two dark figures sprang out aggressively.

"Isn't this a bit much?" Su Xuan couldn't help but widen his eyes. "Did you guys wander onto the wrong set?"

The style of these two dark figures was completely different from the ghouls he had seen before. They wore tattered armor and wielded large sabers, looking mighty and imposing.

WHOOSH!

One of the sabers chopped down at Su Xuan's head. He held up the iron rod with both hands to block.

CLANG!

Sparks flew.

At the same time, the other saber swung toward Su Xuan's neck. He quickly retreated, but he was a moment too late. The blade's edge grazed his shoulder. He backed away two or three meters and looked at his shoulder. His clothes were undamaged, but his shoulder felt scorching hot, as if it had been doused with acid.

"Hmph!"

Seeing Su Xuan wounded, the woman in red snorted coldly. In the blink of an eye, she appeared before one of the Armored Ghouls. She raised a delicate hand and pressed it against the ghoul's broken armor. With a boom, the Armored Ghoul instantly exploded into a cloud of black fog, much denser than that of ordinary ghouls.

WHOOSH!

The other Armored Ghoul seized the opportunity to slash at the back of the woman's neck.

She didn't dodge or even turn to look. She simply raised her arm and directly grabbed the sharp edge of the Armored Ghoul's saber.

Then, she twisted.

CRACK!

The blade snapped in two. The woman in red flicked her wrist, sending the broken half of the blade flying toward the Armored Ghoul, striking it right in the chest. The Armored Ghoul was sent flying backward before exploding in mid-air with a loud bang.

"Wow!" Su Xuan couldn't help but exclaim in admiration. "So badass!"

The woman in red had thought what she did was a trivial matter, but upon hearing Su Xuan's praise, a proud, playful smile curled her lips, making her look even more stunning.

Afterward, she adopted a serious expression and looked toward the center of the mourning hall. After the two Armored Ghouls had been destroyed, a vaguely translucent gate had appeared there.

The ancient-looking gate was over two meters tall. On its two pillars were couplets, with four characters on each side.

*No road to Heaven.*

*A gate to Hell.*

An ominous aura emanated from the gate.

Perhaps influenced by that aura, Old Zhou started walking toward the gate, reaching out as if to push it, all the while muttering, "I have to go in... I have to go in..."

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