893 The Boss Here (1/2)
Translated by XephiZ
Edited by Aelryinth
”It's your own fault; this is what you get for getting in our way!” The bucktoothed disciple pulled a chair over and sat down far away from the Curse Pool.
”I...I didn't do anything… let me go… please let me go...” said the hoarse voice.
”Just stay in there, the longer you spend in the water, the better it is for you/ At least it will be easier for you to adapt to your new form. Otherwise, you will have the urge to bite every inch of your skin off every night.” The bucktoothed disciple sounded like he was sorry, yet he had no intention to save her.
”No...no, I don't want to become those things, kill me, I'm begging you, just kill me...”
”It's useless, even if you die now, your soul will still be bound to this Curse Pool,” replied the disciple.
The punishment given by the Black Vatican was the cruelest and most terrifying in the entire world. The bucktoothed disciple used to be an ordinary person, too. He accidentally offended the Gray Priest Lu Geng, and had no choice but to join the Black Vatican.
Once he became a disciple, there was basically no turning back. Those who opposed the Black Vatican never had a good ending!
”Is there any way to save her?” a new voice spoke up suddenly.
The bucktoothed disciple was the kind with a remarkably slow reaction. He turned around looking at the figure in the shadow and assumed him to be some other disciple sent here to guard the Curse Pool. He said, ”I guess so. She is still an ordinary person as long as the ritual isn't completed yet… oh, you're quite unlucky to be sent here too.”
”Oh, I've come to collect the payment,” the figure walked up to the bucktoothed disciple and patted him softly on the shoulder.
The bucktoothed disciple suddenly realized something. He was about to make his move when he felt a strong electric current spreading through his body from the man's hand.
”You...” The disciple's face contorted from the electric shock before he could even finish his sentence. It felt like millions of ants were biting inside his body. It was numbing yet painful, and he was also immobilized!
Lightning arcs continued to flicker on Mo Fan's palm. The numbers kept increasing.
A burned smell lingered in the air. The bucktoothed disciple's body turned scorched black. He fell to the ground like a lump of burned meat.
The bucktoothed disciple was obviously not a Magician. He usually commanded the Dark Beast Monsters to commit his evil deeds. As the lightning arcs reached a certain intensity, his flesh was no longer able to withstand the shock, and his heart finally stopped beating.
Mo Fan remained expressionless. He brought out the bottle that he took from Yang Qiao and slowly poured the liquid on the disciple's corpse. Not long after, the corpse began to corrode severely. In less than a minute, even the bones and teeth had disappeared, leaving a pool of black goo behind.
”Are you Wang Xuxu?” asked Mo Fan.
”Yes....yes! Are...are you here to save me?!” said the person in the pool.
”I can't save you yet,” Mo Fan told her.
Mo Fan was currently in the Black Vatican's nest. It was easier for him to move alone. If he brought Wang Xuxu, whose body was severely damaged with him, he would easily expose himself.
Normally, Mo Fan would force his way out, but the poison had stopped him from acting rashly.
”Then please kill me, relieve me from this...” said Wang Xuxu.