420 The Devil Within 3 (1/2)

Gu Xijiu’s heart skipped a beat. Before she could say anything, the one who looked like Di Fuyi in front of her suddenly changed his appearance and became a lump of pinkish flesh. Its shape was rather odd – it slightly resembled the form of a freshly peeled mussel.

It was a bivalve with tentacles, and it was holding Gu Xijiu’s hand in its bivalve (of aquatic invertebrate having a hinged double shell).

The touch was so soft and slurry that it made her hair stand on end. Its tentacle had a tremendous suction force which slowly dragged Gu Xijiu towards its mouth.

”Don't struggle unnecessarily, you've already given me your hand, that means you've given me your soul. You can never escape, just keep calm and be my food!” The lump of mussel spoke in a blend of man and woman's voice without telling apart whether it was young or aged. Its voice was indeed eerie.

Gu Xijiu tried to escape several times, but she could not retrieve her hand and free herself from its grasps. There was an intense pain in her every movement. Sweat could be seen all over her face. She watched as its mouth drew closer and closer. She gave it a go and decided to use her left hand to slice off her right hand that was stuck.

She would rather lose her hand than becoming a meal for this ugly lump of mussel.

Her strength was strong enough that a slice with her left hand was nothing less than a sharp knife. If she hit it well, her entire hand would be sliced off, and she would be able to escape.

”Hush,” somehow there was a sudden wisp of raging winds. Gu Xijiu’s left hand was in the midst of pain and numbness as she suddenly discharged her accumulated spiritual power.

Even though her left hand had struck her right arm, it was merely like a slap that had caused some pain rather than impairment.

Instead, the lump of mussel felt as though it was burned, so it jerked and let go of Gu Xijiu’s hand. Gu Xijiu took the opportunity to lunge backward and escape the mussel’s control. She landed herself in a safe zone.

She looked again, only to see the mussel transforming into Di Fuyi again. With his fluttering robes, he said, ”Little Xijiu, are you fine?”

Gu Xijiu burst into anger thinking how the mussel could believe that she would take the bait two times in a row.

She looked at him emotionlessly and waited for him to draw closer. When he was close enough, she hit him with a strike, ”Di Fuyi, go to hell!”