Halloween! đ
It is also known as the Ghost Festival and is similar to the Hungry Ghost Festival in the East.
In Western cultures, however, there are many interpretations of Halloween.
However, all of these legends have one thing in common: Halloween is the time of year when yin energy is strongest.
On this day, the gates of hell open.
Vengeful spirits and demons who died but could not find peace appear in the mortal world on this special day.
They harm the living and steal their bodies to return from the dead.
Thus, on this day, everyone disguises themselves as ghosts and monsters to evade the spirits and avoid being possessed.
Halloween is only three days away.
He doesn't know whether the legends are true. However, given the strange changes happening in this haunted villa during this special time, he can't help but wonder.
If the surge of evil energy in the villa is related to Halloween, then it's predictable that, on Halloween, the malevolent power within the villa will reach an unprecedented level.
Therefore, before that day arrives, he must purify these evil spirits.
Though the spirits' power may grow as Halloween approaches, they are fundamentally the same spirits.
Sacrificing them won't produce more feedback just because their strength has temporarily surged.
It's like sacrificing an ordinary personâthey might gain a 1% boost in power.
However, if that person took a drug that temporarily enhanced their strength, their combat ability would skyrocket.
However, once the effects wear off, they're still just ordinary people.
Sacrificing them in this state would yield the same results as sacrificing a normal person.
Unless the drug's effects were permanent, the increase would be meaningless.
The same logic applies to spirits around Halloween.
He must purify them before their power reaches its peak.
Otherwise, by the time Halloween arrives, dealing with them won't be as simple as it is now.
More work with no extra reward?
He wasn't about to do something so foolish.
Whoosh!
As he pondered, a chilling aura rapidly approached.
Ryan's eyebrows lifted slightly and his eyes darkened to an abyssal black.
In an instant, the world seemed to transform.
The rotting floorboards and yellowed walls made the entire room resemble an ancient relic steeped in history.
Thick black mist filled the space, a visible manifestation of the villa's evil energy.
In his vision, an obese, middle-aged, white man with a ferocious look on his face charged toward him. He wore a blood-stained apron and wielded a cleaver.
His bloated body bore several bloody holes, likely fatal wounds inflicted by a pitchfork or similar weapon.
This butcher-dressed specter rushed at him with blood-red eyes and a raised cleaver.
"An evil spirit?" Ryan muttered under his breath.
The aura of hatred and resentment was unmistakableâthis was definitely a vengeful spirit.
It was clearly far stronger than the one he'd encountered before.
With Halloween approaching, these spirits weren't just growing slightly more powerfulâthey were evolving.
But to a giant, what's the difference between an ant and a dung beetle?
"Ah!"
Ryan suddenly stopped, causing Vanessa, who had been nervously following close behind, to crash into him.
Because of the spirit's attack, she had only managed to throw on an oversized, long shirt before fleeing her home.
The shirt barely covered her backside, leaving most of her smooth thighs exposed.
If the wind blew it up even slightly, her completely unclothed, alluring figure would be revealed beneath.
Pressed so tightly against Ryan, the heat of their bodies and the scent of her skin sent an indescribable thrill through her.
She clutched the hem of her shirt, her legs twisting together awkwardly.
She was going insane.
Was she actually getting turned on at a time like this?
Vanessa glanced at her daughter beside her and took a step back, masking the flush on her face.
Suddenly, the last remaining protective charm on her body grew scorching hot.
The evil spirit!
Vanessa's eyes widened. She was about to warn Ryan, who was shielding her.
When she saw him reach for his chest and yank off the cross necklace he wore.
In an instant, the pendant melted into a stream of liquid, transforming into a pair of chained blades.
Twin serrated swords, each half a meter long and connected by heavy chains coiled around his arms, appeared.
The blades' tips split into three sharp hooks, and the pommels curved outward like fangs.
Their jagged, brutal design resembled ancient stone weapons with flame-like stains that looked like dried blood.
The overall impression was one of raw, primal savagery yet an overwhelming, inexplicable power.
Vanessa's jaw dropped, her hands flying to her mouth to stifle a scream. Her face was a mask of disbelief.
Where had those blades come from?!
Ryan gripped the Blades of Chaos. Holy light radiated from one chainsword, while an icy, soul-numbing aura emanated from the other.
With a flick of his wrist, the blades shot forward and impaled the enraged butcher spirit.
Clank!
Ryan yanked the chains back, and the blades returned to his grasp.