CHAPTER 37: CHAPTER 37: LIFE GHOST ATLAS FUNCTION!

The rain wove a gray spider web in the night.

Life Ghost nibbled on bones under the streetlamp, constantly making a crisp crunching sound.

Fang Qingyu took a deep breath and turned off the guard that was constantly sending out danger signals.

Completely eliminating the feeling that if he didn’t run, he would die.

From childhood to adulthood.

He had actually been in many fights that he couldn’t win but had to fight anyway.

Like when people he’d taken advantage of in group fights later called on burly school bullies to stand up for them.

Generally facing a power gap.

There was only one thing he could do.

Fight desperately!!

As long as the opponent could also feel pain.

If he took three punches to bite the opponent once, they would eventually be afraid too.

Now...

It was time to fight desperately.

The standoff atmosphere didn’t last long.

When Ying Kai was completely digested in that lump of flesh.

Life Ghost leaped down from the streetlamp, and suddenly dozens of purple-black blood vessels shot out from the umbilical cord like poisonous snakes, tearing through the rain curtain and stabbing toward him.

Fang Qingyu’s pupils shrank abruptly, he stepped back half a step, twisting his waist and swinging his hips, and the soles of his shoes ground a fan-shaped splash on the slippery green bricks.

The Baji Fist’s "Small Coiling" neutralized three blood vessels with transformed force.

The foul-smelling mucus splattered on his lapel, corroding it and producing blue smoke.

"Come!!"

The pain made Fang Qingyu roar a battle cry from his throat.

His right elbow, like a heavy hammer, continued to smash two oncoming blood vessels.

Then, he rushed straight forward, his left hand forming a claw grabbing the Life Ghost’s wrist, twisting it against the joint.

Yet it felt like gripping oil-soaked rubber, slick and without force.

Seeing this, the Life Ghost suddenly expanded its mouth split to the sternum, and the purple-black flesh mass gushed out from its gullet!

Fang Qingyu fell backward on his back, his back of the head almost skimming past the flesh mass.

At the moment his waist and abdomen exerted force to bounce up, his right foot stomped on the ground, exploding the accumulated water, and his Top Heart Elbow crashed into the Life Ghost’s chest like a cannonball.

Boom——

The sound of impact was unlike that of flesh and blood.

The Life Ghost didn’t move but a thread, and the umbilical cord tumor suddenly twitched violently.

Dozens of newly-growing blood vessels burst out from within the body.

Fang Qingyu’s left arm was instantly pierced by three bloody holes.

Blood mixed with rainwater spread in his sleeve.

The intense pain instead made the Dragon Sting Breath state even clearer.

"Again..."

Although injured, Fang Qingyu’s state became even more frenzied..

He spat out bloody froth, tearing open his blood-stained shirt.

Activated Blood Burst directly!!

Blood threads began to coil along the body.

Muscles tensed like bowstrings in the rain, turning the Baji Fist into its most violent stance.

Seeing the Life Ghost’s umbilical tumor suddenly contract to the size of a fist, all blood vessels retracted to store power.

Fang Qingyu suddenly stepped and shook his foot, splashing a three-foot water curtain.

Then, he actively crashed into the densest area of blood vessels.

The instant his right shoulder blade was pierced through by three sharp teeth, his left hand drove like a steel awl straight into the core of the umbilical cord.

"Mountain Pressing!!"

Inch Strength erupted thunderously within an inch.

The tumor surface cracked with a spiderweb of fissures, and for the first time, the Life Ghost let out a shriek like a baby’s cry.

Taking the opportunity, Fang Qingyu spun around and twisted off the blood vessels on his shoulder, his blood-stained right hand forming fingers like knives, gouging fiercely along the cracks.

"Die for me!!"

Viscous black blood gushed forth.

Countless blood vessels were torn toward the sky under the dim light...

The foul-smelling liquid followed, splashing on the ground.

But Fang Qingyu hadn’t stopped yet...

Now in his eyes was only the endless blood vessels within the flesh mass.

He had only one thought in mind.

As long as all the blood vessels were torn off, he could live!!!

"Tsk tsk..."

Some distance away, two people leaned against the wall, picking up their phones to record, shaking their heads as they watched the scene.

"Without learning the Observation Method, he tears up the Navel Evil by hand, whose prodigy is this?"

"No idea."

The other person shook their head.

Fang Qingyu wasn’t wearing martial arts hall clothes, and the Baji Fist was the same in major martial arts halls.

Just from these few moves, you really couldn’t tell.

"Let’s go, going out now doesn’t count as stealing credit."

Seeing the Navel Evil completely torn to pieces, the two then walked out of the darkness.

"Hello, you’re safe..."

The two estimated to know Fang Qingyu’s current state, didn’t approach rashly, but stood far away, greeting him with identity cards in hand.

"We’re from the Regulation Bureau."

Fang Qingyu turned his red eyes around, only when he heard familiar words did he slowly exhale softly...

Putting down the remnants in his hands.

He silently stepped aside.

The two glanced at each other, one of them stepped forward.

"I’m Song Ming from the Brahma Martial Arts Hall, you’re very safe now, and an ambulance will arrive soon, you can rest assured."

Hearing the two words Martial Arts Hall, Fang Qingyu then looked up.

His voice was hoarse.

"What the hell is this thing anyway?"

"This, later someone from your Martial Arts Hall will tell you, the ambulance is here, you go get treatment first."

Song Ming paused, fortunately, the sound of an ambulance rang timely at the entrance of the alley, and he promptly said.

A group of people in white coats rushed in.

They immediately saw Fang Qingyu covered in blood.

Quickly lifted him onto a stretcher and took him back to the ambulance.

Song Ming breathed a sigh of relief.

Narrowly avoided making a mistake.

Then turned to look at the old Chen beside.

"How about it, did you pack up the things?"

"Yeah, what do you want to do?"

Old Chen squatted in the flesh heap, put on gloves, took out a small round bead, and looked at Song Ming warily.

"What kind of gaze is that, I can’t greed our martial arts hall’s people?"

Song Ming rolled his eyes at the sight.

Ding dong~

The phone rang just then.

Song Ming took out the phone to have a look.

Private messages from Zheng Lin and Qin Hui were popping up quickly.

"This is my student!!"

"Where is he??"

"Is he okay??"

"Where are you guys??"

Song Ming twitched at the corner of his mouth, quickly typing replies to the two of them.

"Took him to the hospital, just go directly to the hospital."

"Whose student?"

Old Chen saw Song Ming’s expression like this and asked curiously.

"Almost encountered a ghost, Zheng the Fierce and Poisonous Tongue’s student."

Song Ming patted his chest with some lingering fear.

"Oh... it’s him."

Old Chen nodded thoughtfully.

Song Ming immediately asked: "You know him??"

Old Chen showed a peculiar expression: "Of course, Zheng Lin shows off this student in the group every day, didn’t you know??"

Song Ming took out his phone to open the group, instantly lost his defense.

"She blocked me!!?"

Meanwhile.

Fang Qingyu lay in the ambulance.

At this time, he suddenly noticed the intense pain all over his body.

That thing’s mucus had a corrosive effect, he didn’t know how much he had gotten on him.

Anyway, he had rushed straight in the end.

A real desperate fight.

Without considering the consequences at all.

But fortunately...

He had survived successfully.

Seeing the doctors busy around him, Fang Qingyu relaxed, looking at the atlas in front of him.

If he remembered correctly.

When he killed the Life Ghost, the atlas quietly changed too.

The latest page.

[Congratulations on killing Life Ghost·Navel Evil, unlocking the Life Ghost Atlas function!]

As soon as he finished reading this line.

The book page looked like it was splashed with ink.

The ink spread from the page’s foot, first outlining the twisted shape of the umbilical cord, depicting the bloated gray-white foot, then the leg filled with centipede-like suture lines.

When the ink climbed to the waist, the page suddenly oozed foul-smelling stains.

The umbilical cord tumor gradually formed within the wet marks, and dozens of purple-black blood vessels wandered on the paper like living snakes.

The most terrifying was the middle part.

The giant mouth torn lengthwise occupied most of the page, the reversed hook-like baby teeth seemed to protrude through the paper.

When the ink painting finished.

A line of text began to jump out below.

[Life Ghost·Navel Evil has been recorded, reward 1 Skill Point]

[Resentful Infant Species: Mother-Child Coexistence Type]

[Collection Progress: 1/7]