It was the owner of this face who had not only pierced his heart with a sword back then but also sealed him with a vicious curse, preventing him from entering reincarnation!
"What?"
A cold and playful voice came from his side.
"Just crawled out and your eyes are already failing? You can't even recognize your enemy?"
Creston whipped his head around, only to see another spirit in a holy white dress, identical in appearance to Wednesday—
Goody Addams herself was floating there, arms crossed, waiting leisurely.
"Two of them?!"
Creston's pupils shrank, and then he understood, his anger burning even brighter.
"I see! A direct descendant! God is truly blind! How could a vicious woman like you deserve to have descendants to carry on your legacy?!"
Goody's spirit didn't get angry. Instead, the pale corners of her mouth curled into a faint but extremely lethal arc.
"Joseph, you should thank me. If it weren't for my curse back then, which preserved your soul core and part of your corpse's vitality, would you be standing here breathing and talking today?"
"By that logic, shouldn't I be considered the... hmm... 'person' who gave you a second life?"
She paused deliberately, then added in an almost motherly tone: "Shouldn't you call me 'Mother'?"
"Oh, right—"
Goody seemed to have just remembered something, tapping her chin with a fingertip, her tone as light as if discussing the weather.
"I almost forgot. Now you're an outcast too, and the most looked-down-upon kind at that—an Inferi that even the lowest Ghoul would spit on in disgust and call 'bad luck' upon seeing."
"How does it feel? This 'joy' of returning to the world of the living, isn't it quite... unique?"
Goody's sharp tongue poured out like a Gatling gun, every word piercing the heart, accurately stabbing at Creston's most painful spots.
Even Victor, who was watching from the sidelines, couldn't help but look askance, gently nudging Wednesday with his elbow and whispering in amazement:
"Wow... dear, your sharp-tongued skills are practically as gentle as a kindergarten teacher compared to your ancestor! Even I, just listening from the side, feel a bit sorry for him..."
Wednesday brushed his hand away expressionlessly, but in the depths of her dark eyes, a trace of... approval and learning intent flashed by.
Creston was left dazed by this string of mental attacks. His mummy-like body trembled violently, and a raspy, bellows-like roar of anger came from his throat, yet he couldn't even squeeze out a complete curse.
The pitiful bit of energy he had accumulated after his resurrection seemed to have evaporated in his extreme rage.
Driven mad with anger, Creston crudely poured his accumulated energy into the twisted staff in his hand, frantically firing a series of sickly green energy bolts at Wednesday!
"Whiz! Whiz! Whiz!"
The energy bolts trailed ominous wakes, whistling as they slammed into Wednesday's position, exploding on the ground and remaining sculptures, leaving corrosive pits and sizzling green flames.
However, Wednesday's figure was like a ghost, weaving through the barrage.
She didn't even pick up her pace, simply using a dance-like, centimeter-perfect movement to elegantly evade all attacks.
Even more suffocating was that during this process, she was unhurriedly reloading her Benelli M4 shotgun.
Her movements were as smooth as if she were performing a routine etiquette drill.
"Your role—"
Wednesday finished changing the magazine and chambered a round with a click. Her cool voice pierced through the noise of the explosions as she asked the spirit of Goody floating nearby.
"Is just to taunt Creston so he concentrates his fire on me?"
Goody's spirit shrugged, her pale face showing a hint of helplessness and a "matter-of-fact" expression.
"I can't help it. Who told me I'm only a spirit now? Physical intervention is really not my forte. However, this is precisely the grudge between The Addams Family and the Creston family that has lasted for four hundred years... I hope it can be completely settled today."
"Just what I had in mind."
Before Wednesday's voice even faded, she had already raised her gun.
"Bang!Bang!Bang!Bang!"
Four deafening gunshots rang out almost as one!
The slugs slammed precisely into Creston's torso. The massive impact sent his withered body jerking backward, and the most lethal shot even blew off half his head!
Shards of skull and dried brain tissue splattered everywhere; it was a gruesome sight.
However, the ancient living corpse only wobbled, yet remained standing!
At the cross-section of the neck where half the head was missing, there was no blood, only a pitch-black void and strands of squirming dark energy.
"You have to hit the heart,"
Goody immediately reminded her, her voice urgent.
"My curse from back then remains there. Only by hitting the heart can the curse be detonated to completely dismantle him!"
Wednesday's keen gaze had already captured the anomaly.
"It seems he has special protection for his heart. Just now, a bullet was deflected by an invisible force just as it was about to hit the heart."
She frowned slightly, analyzing calmly.
"I need more penetrating power, or... find a weakness in the protection."
Just then, a sudden change occurred!
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