C425 The reappearance of the hall of souls and blood (1/2)

”Big sister, something happened to second brother. He was killed by someone, and father has already spoken. He wants me and big brother to investigate this matter. Whoever finds out the truth first can become the next Patriarch of the Wu family.”

Wu Xiong stood outside a room and spoke respectfully.

Ever since he returned from being severely injured by Jiang Chen and had met with this Ujia Luosha once, to this day, he had never seen this Rakasha once.

Every time they spoke, they would stand outside the door.

”Remember, I don't care which one of you becomes the Patriarch. In the future, don't bother me with matters like these.” A cold and emotionless voice came from within the room.

After Wu Xiong heard all that, his body trembled. He did not know why, but during this period of time, every time he came here, and only heard his big sister's voice, Wu Xiong would unknowingly feel a wave of fear coming from the depths of his soul.

Wu Xiong barely suppressed the fear in his heart and said: ”Big sister, there's only more than a month until the grand ceremony is held in the Freezing Sky Sect. If I can successfully become the successor to the position of Patriarch in the Wu Family before then, it would be even more beneficial to your actions in a month's time.”

After saying this.

In Wu Xiong's heart, he felt apprehensive, afraid that the Rakasha in the room would be angered.

After a long while, not a single sound came from inside the room. Wu Xiong's forehead was already filled with sweat as big as beans, and his back was completely drenched.

Just as Wu Xiong was about to give up.

Suddenly, a ray of black light shot out from the house, transforming into a mark, and entered between Wu Xiong's eyebrows.

”Big Sis …” ”This is …” Wu Xiong didn't understand what was going on, and carefully asked.

”At a critical moment, infuse the Elemental Energy into the imprint. You will know when the time comes.” The voice of the Rakasha came from inside the house.

Wu Xiong's expression became happy, and said: ”Many thanks Big Sis, I will not disturb Big Sis, I will take my leave first.”

Within the room.

The Rakasha was dressed in a blood-red dress and was sitting in front of a dressing table.

There was no bronze mirror on the dresser.

She was like looking at a bronze mirror as she slowly combed her hair that covered her face.

Wisps of bright red blood flowed through her hair and dripped to the ground, making ”tick-tick-tock” sounds.

Perhaps it was because it was too boring to comb her hair, or because she was angry at the death of her blade, she suddenly let out an extremely eerie growl, and threw out the comb in her hand.

This comb.

It was actually a palm.

The palm wasn't big, but it probably came from a child no older than three years old.

The skin had been peeled off, leaving only tender flesh.

Just now, when she had combed her hair, the fresh blood that had flowed down her hair had originated from this palm!

”Rakasha, can you hold it back? You are the reincarnation of a Demon Suppressing Sword, so there is now a close relationship between you and the original body of the Demon Suppressing Sword. With the power the True Body has given you, there is no one in this insignificant Eastern Origin Stage who is worthy of your fear! ”

An evil voice sounded in the Rakasha's mind.

In the next moment, Rakasha entered her own mental world, which had already turned into a sea of blood.

”Blood Devil, I do not need you to meddle in my matters. If you dare to interfere with my work again, don't blame me for being impolite!” Rakasha roared.