The distance closed, and the boy transformed into a white light. The chilling wind forced back the countless black hands that lunged for him.

The white soul jumped twice in front of her and then went upwards; Cui Wenyan raced after it along the stairs. The iron doors of the ninth floor, normally sealed off, were wide open now, creaking as they swung. Cui Wenyan had heard why the ninth floor was sealed: a senior student had committed suicide by jumping off from there. It’s said that the student was overwhelmed by academic pressure, couldn’t handle the stress, and ultimately broke down, leaping off the ninth floor.

Could that boy be the senior student who jumped?

No time to think further, Cui Wenyan dashed up onto the rooftop. That white soul leaned against the western corner, sitting down, its white glow gradually dimming, seemingly in pain.

A massive noise rose from behind, the stench of blood returned. From the front door of the rooftop surged forth a writhing black mass, hands crawling forward, topped with the face of a furious ghost. It resembled a monstrous, pulsating lump of flesh, black hands extending forward, crushing everything they touched.

Cui Wenyan wielded the Nine Bends Whip, constantly parrying the reaching hands, retreating until she stood alongside the white ghost.

The black hands forced Cui Wenyan onto the edge of the platform. Behind her was nothing — a misstep, and she’d fall down.

This ghost was actually compelling her to jump off the building!

It surged further onto the platform, leaving Cui Wenyan with less and less space to retreat. She moved from the west corner to the east corner; the boy trying to hinder it was firmly gripped by several black hands. They clutched the boy’s throat, pushing him down onto the ground, a crack signaled his bones snapping as his neck was twisted, simultaneously another hand pierced into his chest.

The boy fell to the ground, twitching a few times, the white glow around him nearly vanished, his body turning increasingly transparent.

He’s going to dissipate, tormented by this vicious ghost!

"It’s such a pity about the divine object in your hand; you haven’t even tapped into one percent of its potential. I truly overestimated you. Enough playing around. Will you jump yourself, or should I kill you and throw you down?" The ghost mocked Cui Wenyan while digging into the boy’s heart.

"Hurry away..." the boy emitted an almost inaudible sound, urging Cui Wenyan to flee from there.

"Damn it! Let him go!" Cui Wenyan was enraged by the scene. She brandished the Nine Bends Whip and charged. At that moment, she felt her mind astoundingly clear, and the Nine Bends Whip in her hand was now perfectly controlled.

Cui Wenyan lashed out with her whip. The ghost tossed aside the boy, trying to dodge, but the whip seemed to have grown eyes, striking down one of the ghost’s arms.

The ghost emitted a piercing scream, rushing towards Cui Wenyan. It simply couldn’t believe that the previous lash was due to Cui Wenyan’s skill, considering it merely her luck. If it moved faster, devouring this Ghost Hunter, its own power would greatly increase.

Cui Wenyan watched the ghost charge forward, coolly shouted, and her whip roared like a tiger, directly striking at the ghost’s face.

The ghost dodged hurriedly, but still took a hit on the shoulder. Half of its body was torn open, and the ghost let out a scream that shook the heavens and earth, lying still on the ground.

After ensuring the ghost was completely immobilized, Cui Wenyan ran to the boy, asking worriedly, "How are you? Will you die? Oh, right, you’re already dead... Will you vanish completely?"