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Noah wiped off nonexistent sweat from his white forehead. The voice's grandiose manner screeched to a halt again, "Uh… well… that depends on your definition of dead. Are you a disembodied soul? Technically yes… but your soul has been upgraded into a spirit body, so it is both a fully functioning body and a soul… thus, perhaps considering you as dead would be a bit nonsensical?" 'Am I dead, or am I not dead?!' щ（ﾟДﾟщ） "Er… let's not get stuck on technicalities! The line between dead and undead is really thin in this place…"

“Okay, that is so gross.” “What?” “A chewed on finger, and it’s not been chewed on by an animal.” That made Ian all but gag. “Oh god, seriously? Why would someone do that?” “If they are alive? For power? Undead? A desperately sick need for life force.” Yolanda carefully stepped over the evidence. “We’ll pick it up on the way out. If it attracts anything to its by scent, then I don’t want it on my person.”

Ngunit sa kahandaan n’ya sa pagdating ng araw na ‘yon, ay nakakilala s’ya ng isang istrangherong walang paki-alam sa buhay ng iba – ang lalaking seryoso, tahimik, walang kaibigan, at kailanman ay hindi makitaan ng ngiti sa kan’yang mga labi. Sa pag-krus ng kanilang mga landas, matulungan kaya si Isabela ng isang matamlay na istranghero na matupad ang lahat ng nasa Dying List n’ya? O s’ya ang tutulong dito, para makita nito ang makulay na buhay sa mundong kanilang tinatapakan.

But as Ethan looks at me, he looks rather defeated, "Sebastian, it seems that Ghouls fee on the living as well. And, do you want to know the best part?" "My god, is there even a best part in eating a human alive?" "Well, not only can they take the form of their victim on, but they have super speed and strength." Then he pauses for a brief moment, and that smile turns into a somewhat of a grin, "And they are indestructible." "You got to be shitting me?" "No, but they can be killed by decapitation." "Well, then let us all hope that it is the weakest one of them all."

I don’t even want to tell her about the exhausting day that I had. “…” She gave me a hard and piercing stare that meant she wants to hear everything even if I don’t want to tell her. “A monster killed one of my co-teachers. It’s called a winged-ghoul and it could detach its torso from its legs. I’ve never heard of one or even seen one before but it apparently feed on pregnant women.” “Oh my, how dreadful is that. Did it hurt you?” “No, I said I’m fine. We easily killed the thing.”

"With everything that happened. Starting with me trying to go back to Boston, then realising I'm a ghost. I went back there and jumped into that empty grave, Trying to kill myself" "Wait wait wait." Austin interrupted her, smiling. "You knew you were a Ghost, and you tried to kill yourself " he raised his hands in apology, as he couldn't control his laughter. He saw she wasn't having any of it, and stopped laughing, but the smile on his face couldn't fade away.

As time went by, the scale of victory began to lean toward the ghoul army. It was definitely a hopeless battle because the enemies could never be wiped out. As long as someone in the two clans was slightly injured, he would be infected by the power of the Spirits of the Dead and gradually lose his fighting capacity. Some experts chose to self-detonate at the moment when they were about to die. They would rather die, with their bodies and souls destroyed, than be possessed by the Spirits of the Dead and turn into evil creatures. Ding Hao activated his flaming Qi to slaughter the Spirits of the Dead.

His hand lingered on the bottle when he left it on the table, and he tilted his head to look at it like he was actually talking to it, not to me. “But you’re so anxious to see them and feel them, to interact with them like you’re the same as them, that you take in their dead energy like candy. You pass out ‘cause that dead energy is like a cancer on steroids. It doesn’t compensate for what you give them: it pollutes and kills whatever living energy you have left.” I was surprised when he looked up at me with a quick grimace and said, like voicing something he would’ve rather not believe, “But maybe you don’t care, and deep down, you’d be happy to become the sixth Blotter ghost.”

I don’t know why, but something is rotten in my gut and it’s never wrong. We storm through the building, Roddy’s being the last room at the end of the long ass hallway. The door is locked and Grouch sticks his ear to it, then backs up and kicks it open. The immediate stench of death I know all too well hits my nose and I can’t believe nobody has noticed it. It’s at least fifteen doors from mine. Missile and Grouch storm in, but I can already see the lifeless body of Ryan “Roddy” Grimes on the bed. I step in the room and see a needle sticking right out of his fucking arm. His skin is already discolored, he’s been dead a couple days. And nobody even realized it. Some brotherhood we are.

I heard the clicking of camera shutters, but no one called the ambulance. My blood drained dry. My body became cold. Finally, Yvette Skye was no more. I died all alone at the corner of the street. No one cared. My corpse was not a pretty sight. My eyes were wide, unseeing, and there was a large hole in my stomach. My legs were twisted together. One of my arms was flung by the side of the road. My legs were useless now. I was ugly. No wonder the little girl cried. Floating in the air, I stared at my mutilated corpse.