I followed the sound and ran towards the back room, ready to rescue Fatty.

As soon as I reached the back room, I saw a ball of flesh rolling out of the room. It turned out to be Fatty.

Fatty was covered in dust, with spider webs on his head, in a very miserable state.

He stumbled out, looking back in fear and panic, as if something was chasing him from behind.

Fatty, in his panic, bumped into me, almost knocking the wind out of me.

I was about to scold him when I saw Fatty holding up a rusty hatchet, shouting and rushing towards me.

This scene reminded me of the phrase, "Chop off the heads of the devils with a big knife!"

Seeing Fatty charging at me, I dodged his strike, kicked his ankle, and sent him flying out. He fell to the ground, his lips and nose bleeding.

Fatty wiped his face, blood staining his face like a clown. He picked up the hatchet from the ground and tried to swing it at me.

I shouted, "Fatty, ** look carefully, I'm Yang Cheng!"

The hatchet froze in mid-air, and Fatty rubbed his eyes, as if waking up from a dream. He dropped the hatchet and rushed over, hugging me tightly. His nosebleed and snot smeared all over me. "Oh, Cheng-ge, you finally came. I thought I wouldn't see you again!"

I asked Fatty why he was running around in a panic. Fatty swallowed and covered his bleeding lip, pointing inside the room, stuttering, "G-ghost...there are ghosts!"

With ghosts filling Wang Family Village, it was normal for there to be ghosts in this old mansion. I patted Fatty's shoulder, indicating that he shouldn't be afraid.

At that moment, we heard the sound of rattling chains from inside the room. My heart skipped a beat, and I reached into my pocket with my right hand, gripping a ghost-repelling talisman. Then I raised my left hand, pointing at the room, and shouted, "Whatever you are, get out and stop playing tricks inside!"

Fatty whispered in my ear, "Cheng-ge, that was a ghost to begin with, so you shouldn't say 'stop playing tricks'. Your words have a problem!"

I glared at Fatty, wanting to slap him in the face. At a time like this, he's still giving me a lesson on language.

Amidst the heavy sound of chains, a slightly tall figure emerged from the room. It was a young man, shirtless, covered in blood, with a fierce expression on his face.

The man held a rusty iron chain in his left hand, connected to a headless ghost dog trailing behind him.

Wait, something was strange. Why didn't the dog have a head?

I looked closely and couldn't help but feel a chill. The person the young man was leading wasn't a dog at all; it was also a man. The man had no head, and blood was still gushing out from his broken neck. He was completely naked and unkempt, crawling on all fours like a dog, indescribably bizarre.

An executioner with an axe and a headless ghost. When this terrifying combination appeared in front of me, I was truly startled.

As I looked at the young man, he seemed more and more familiar, as if I had seen him somewhere before.

Suddenly, I realized that this young man was none other than the one in the black and white photo. Let me think, his name seemed to be Wang Zhou, the youngest among the three generations in the photos.

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This person holding an axe was Wang Zhou, but who was the headless ghost he was leading?

Fatty saw Wang Zhou and was immediately frightened. He pointed at Wang Zhou and said, "Cheng-ge, it's him! He wants to kill me with the axe!"

Wang Zhou approached us with a cold expression, and the headless ghost crawled behind him.

A powerful ghostly aura swept along the ground. I could clearly feel that the ghostly aura emitted by Wang Zhou was several times stronger than that of the villagers outside. He was a vengeful ghost with strong resentment. Perhaps all the troubles in Wang Family Village started from this old mansion.

While I was pondering, Wang Zhou suddenly let out a strange howl and rushed towards me with the axe, aiming for my head.

"Dodge!" I shouted, pushing Fatty and rolling to the ground, narrowly avoiding the strike.

Wang Zhou sneered, loosening his grip on the iron chain, causing the headless ghost to crawl towards Fatty. Blood continued to flow from its broken neck, splattering on the ground. Fatty, scared like he had been electrocuted, got up from the ground and ran around in a panic.

At this moment, I didn't have time to worry about Fatty because Wang Zhou was focused on me. I couldn't free myself to rescue Fatty, so he could only rely on himself.

Wang Zhou swung the axe wildly, and I couldn't confront him head-on, so I had to engage in a fierce fight with him.

The axe cut through the air, making a tearing sound like cloth being ripped apart. Swish! My situation was extremely passive, and I soon backed into a corner.

Wang Zhou grinned at me, and his sinister smile seemed as if it would bring out my rheumatism.

As the axe swung down forcefully, I moved my head aside just in time, and the axe barely grazed my scalp, hitting the wall.

Wang Zhou twisted his wrist, and the axe came horizontal towards me.

I ran along the wall, narrowly avoiding the axe, which followed closely behind my head, slashing across the wall with a piercing friction sound. It splattered a shower of dazzling sparks, and the sound was sharp as needles, making my ears ache.

Seizing the opportunity, I crouched down and dodged under Wang Zhou's armpit. His axe missed.

I rolled on the ground and quickly stood up.

At this moment, Wang Zhou hadn't turned around yet.

Without hesitation, I roared and pulled out a ghost-repelling talisman from my pocket, fiercely slapping it on Wang Zhou's back.

Wang Zhou raised his ghostly head and let out a heart-wrenching scream. Black smoke billowed from his back, and his whole body fell slowly against the wall.

But Wang Zhou wasn't finished; he had only been temporarily wounded.

To deal with a vengeful ghost like Wang Zhou, I needed to use advanced talismans like the Three Sun True Fire Talisman.

Through my long and arduous study of the "Book of the Three Pure Ones," I had mastered several talismans. I could easily draw low-level talismans, but high-level talismans like the Three Sun True Fire Talisman were much more difficult. Although I could barely draw them now, I had only managed to draw two and kept them on me. I didn't want to use them unless absolutely necessary.

For the time being, Wang Zhou couldn't get up, so I temporarily ignored him and turned to rescue Fatty. Fatty was running around in panic, chased by the headless ghost, like an ant on a hot pot.