Chapter 241 - Rakshasa! (1/2)
Chapter 241 Rakshasa!
The little girl takes her steps and walks slowly towards the middle-aged man.
Her blues eyes reflect the chill of the cold winter.
She smiles a scornful smile.
Suddenly, as she reaches out her hand, the black bowl that is still chasing the female ghost is broken in the blink of an eye.
“Here is a lucky chance for you. Leave for reincarnation.” The little girl looks at the vanishing female ghost, saying in a soft voice.
The female ghost stares at her, shocked.
She is at a loss what happened
Behind her appears a halo.
“Go in there. That is the place you should go to.” The girl says.
The female ghost smiles. When she is about to enter the halo, she suddenly thinks of something so she turns around to look at the little girl, “May I ask how my child is doing now?”
The girl closes her eyes slowly and falls into thought.
When she opens her eyes again, she says, “She is doing well and has grown up.”
“Great to know that…” The female ghost lets go of everything and walks into the halo.
The middle-aged man and the young man keep retreating.
They both hold a Soul Summoning Pennant, which seems to be their last resort.
The girl has her eyes fixed back on them and can’t help sneering.
“Is this what the Ghost Sect can do now?” The little girl asks in confusion.
Tender as the voice is, it is full of disdain and killing intent.
It is like the two men are nothing more than two locusts in her eyes.
Maybe the Ghost Sect used to prosper.
However, the two apprentices of the Ghost Sect are too weak…
“Brother, who… Who is she?” The young man nerves himself to ask in a low voice.
The little girl suddenly arrives at their front.
She moves so fast that they don’t even have the time to react.
She reaches out her hand.
Crack.
The young man’s arm is torn off.
The movement is so determined and smooth.
It is like tearing a drumstick from a roasted turkey on the table.
With the blood spilled over the ground, the young man falls on the ground, screaming in agony constantly. He reaches out his hand by instinct to cover his wounds. However, everything is in vain.
“Keep screaming. The female ghost’s wailing was even more painful than you.” The little girl reaches out her hand to point at the icon cages behind her, “I didn’t hear them bitten by the wolfhound, but I can imagine that they must suffered more than you.”
She reaches out her hand again.
She tears off a leg from the young man.
Next are his other arm and other leg.
She is tearing the young man apart like this.
The middle-aged man, just like being frozen, stands still there, with his legs trembling, his Adam’s apple bobbing in his throat and his eyes full of fear.
He knows what is inside the little girl.
As such, he knows that it is no use fighting tooth and nail.
Therefore, what can he do? He has no other choice but to stand straight up and behave well. Maybe the little girl can be in a good mood to spare his life.
Staying alive is the most important thing.
With the two arms and legs of the young man torn off, he is lying on the ground to feel his life perishing and death approaching.
Finally, the young man stops breathing. His body starts to give off a bit of white light. The light is his soul, though it hasn’t taken shape yet.
The little girl opens her mouth. All the light is taken in by her mouth then.