52: Fifty-two.

Eliminate ghosts, one bullet at a time 52: Fifty-two.

Eliminate ghosts, one bullet at a time Bang!!!

The dull sound echoed throughout the entire surgery room,

rippling circles spread from the mass of flesh like waves, under the handheld lamp it shimmered with a strange hue.

Lu Li dragged a heating panel and moved it aside, then he lifted it again and smashed down.

The scene was neither graceful nor skillful, just brutal force.

The simple and rough smashing combined with the trembling of the flesh waves conveyed an overwhelming sense of violent aesthetics.

The colossal lump of flesh began to shrink at a visible rate as it was consumed by Lu Li’s attacks.

His attack was effective.

Pop~

An eyeball once again squeezed out from the fat, emitting an indistinct roar.

“Stop…

down!

I am…

a ghost!”

The response from Lu Li was an expressionless lift of the heating panel once more.

The shadow around the eyeball quickly expanded, and with a huge dull sound, the eyeball along with the fat and the heating panel, slammed into the ground together.

This strike dealt massive damage to the flesh mountain, which convulsed and deflated rapidly like a balloon.

Its once expanded shape finally took on a distinctly human contour.

And because of the change in shape, it finally pulled its legs out that were stuck in the doorway.

Raising the heating panel again might take too long, so Lu Li took a few steps back, his hand caressing the Spirit-Calling Gun at his waist, ready to end the fight.

Who would have known that the flesh mountain suddenly showed a vivacity not befitting a spirit, bouncing and tumbling like a ball, rolling past Lu Li and heading straight for the iron door.

It wanted to escape.

Lu Li was momentarily stunned, then swiftly coming to his senses, with an oil lamp in his left hand and dragging the heating panel with the right, he followed the corpulent ghost out of the surgery room with a rattling slide.

…

“Huff…

huff…

huff…” Richard staggered into an intersection of hallways, leaning against the cold wall, breathing rapidly and raggedly.

After catching a few breaths, he suddenly held his breath and listened intently.

When he didn’t hear any strange noises, he bent over and supported himself on his knees, resuming his labored breathing.

Tap tap tap tap—

A dull running sound suddenly came from the left corridor, growing steadily closer.

Richard looked up and, discerning the shadowy figure emerging from the darkness, his expression brightened with relief, “Hurry, help me!”

No sooner had the words left his lips than he realized something was wrong, his expression freezing, “Wait, why do you still look the same—”

Right then, from deep within the corridor where the corpulent ghost was running, there suddenly echoed a heavy dragging sound of something being moved.

What’s that sound?

Richard froze, instinctively looking towards the corpulent ghost.

The latter skimmed past him, running far away as if encountering a natural predator, as though…

it was fleeing.

A sense of unease suddenly filled Richard’s heart.

Pushing himself up with difficulty, he stood and gazed tensely towards the depths of the corridor.

Whoosh—Whoosh—

The dragging noise continued, gradually drawing near.

A point of light appeared in the darkness ahead of him, and along with the light, the silhouette of someone dragging a huge object came into view.

Richard stared fixedly at the man dragging the heating panel, a cold sweat emerging on his forehead.

For a moment, he forgot to run.

The man looked at him calmly for a moment, stopped his footsteps, and lifted the exquisite, almost artistic Flintlock Pistol.

Bang!

The deafening sound of the gunshot reverberated down the whole corridor, and the man in the mask’s knee burst open into a mass of blood and flesh.

“Tsk.”

Lu Li’s dark eyes slightly furrowed, letting out a light tsk.

He had aimed for the chest.

It took Richard a few seconds to feel the pain before he grunted, clutched at his knee with a twisted face, enduring the agony without screaming aloud.

He tried to gather strength to counterattack against Lu Li, but found that Lu Li no longer paid him any attention.

Instead, he was dragging the weapon, continuing to pursue the chubby ghost.

Richard was stunned for a moment, not understanding why Lu Li would let him go, until he saw a ghostly shadow in the corridor that was faintly visible, drifting toward them.

“Damn it, I knew there was a problem with coming here alone!

This is like being handed poison!”

Richard cursed fiercely, clutching his knee as he limped towards the deeper part of the corridor.

…

The odds should have been greatly in favor of the chubby ghost.

Under normal circumstances, people caught by the man in the mask would be bound to the hospital bed, only able to struggle feebly in fear, screaming as they watched flesh swarm out of the corner and then cover the bed, wrapping up both the screams and the bed.

Even if some victims were lucky enough to escape the confines of the hospital bed, the tightly locked iron door would plunge them into the abyss of despair.

Perhaps they would try to fight back, but whether it was a scalpel or a stick, these were all just like gentle scratches to the fat and massive chubby ghost.

The chubby ghost should have blissfully acquired its own vessel.

But regrettably, the one to be used as a vessel was Lu Li.

A rising star in the field of exorcism, yet to gain any fame.

But it seems that as more and more spirits and strange creatures are oppressed by Lu Li, his reputation will spread in this line of work.

The premise is that any surviving spirits manage to escape.

So everything was turned upside down.

The chubby ghost that had just appeared suffered a fierce and sudden assault, but fortunately, the iron door was open, allowing it to successfully flee from Lu Li’s clutches.

Temporarily.

The chubby ghost ran into the dead end where Lu Li had fallen.

Both of the only two exits leading to the ground were already blocked.

“Richard has doomed me!” the chubby ghost opened its mouth in resentment.

Its sentence structure was much smoother.

It seemed that as the fat disappeared, its brain also became more functional.

Swish—— Swish——

Dragging the radiator, Lu Li approached it and stood still: “Is that your last word?”

The chubby ghost roared, its tone full of sorrow and anger: “You’ve conspired against me!

I finally had the chance to be revived.

Whose idea was it?!”

Lu Li propped up the steel pipe, calmly speaking: “Continue, I want to hear more.”

The ghost’s beady eyes brimmed with a glimmer of hope: “If I tell you, will you let me go?”

Lu Li pondered and nodded: “That’s not possible.”

The ghost was taken aback, confused for a few seconds by the contrast between his actions and words, and then it suddenly realized that Lu Li was toying with it, roaring angrily: “Go to hell!!!”

It swayed toward Lu Li, its skin inflating.

But it did not bulge like a mountain of flesh as before, instead gradually becoming oval-shaped like an inflating balloon.

“Go——to——hell——”

The muffled voice was filled with malicious intent, its expression pained as it shakily staggered toward Lu Li, its torso nearly swollen to transparency.

At that moment, Lu Li took out a folding umbrella, pulled it out, and with a ‘bang’, opened it in front of him, the transparent body of the umbrella shielding most of his form.

An arm extended from beneath the umbrella, the slender hand holding a flintlock pistol that stretched forward, resembling a work of art.

Several rose-like runes climbed along the barrel, buds waiting to bloom, with one already quietly unfurling halfway.

The next moment, the index finger on the trigger tapped gently.

Bang!!!

From the muzzle came a dragon-like roar, black smoke billowed out, and the chubby ghost burst as if punctured, disintegrating instantly.

Splash——

Thick bits scattered in all directions, covering walls, floor, and ceiling.

The umbrella, impacted by the blast, trembled slightly, as the liquid-like yellowish-white fragments slipped off its back.

The bits scattered around gradually dimmed and disappeared over time.

Upon the flintlock pistol, the first rose had quietly bloomed a little more.