Seeing the rope about to loop around her neck, the young girl finally took action, as if frightened into madness, suddenly biting her lip.
"Splash!"
A mouthful of blood spat onto the ghost's head.
The rope lost its strength, swaying in the green light, occasionally hitting the girl's sweat-covered neck, like the ghost's tongue licking repeatedly.
The ghost was fixed in place.
The girl was frightened to the point of collapsing to the ground, her face pale, and her body constantly shivering.
[Passable.] Li Changzhou's tone relaxed, a hint of relief hidden in his heart.
The path of 'the victor,' he had no choice but to strive for, naturally not wanting to be eliminated right away.
Only then did he have the leisure to notice the girl, around fifteen years old, ignoring the deathly pale face from being scared by the ghost, one could say she was a beauty with a slender figure, surprisingly exquisite.
If he had known she was so beautiful, Li Changzhou would have chosen the ghost.
