Zhao Jingxue spun around with a flying kick, but there was no one behind her.
A voice, ghostly as a specter, arose beside her ear.
"Tsk tsk, what a feisty little chili pepper! I like it,"
the ethereal voice said with a thick, mischievous laugh.
"Captain, requesting backup! Requesting backup!" Zhao Jingxue shouted into the walkie-talkie.
The ethereal voice laughed coldly, "No need to call, they've already fainted. Now there's no one to save you. Just stand still and let me bite through your throat, offering your blood as a sacrifice to me."
Zhao Jingxue was nearly going crazy, that voice that was like the soul's echo was clearly right by her ear, yet she just couldn't grasp the other party.
"Bastard, bastard," Zhao Jingxue felt an overwhelming sense of helplessness.
She sensed a shadow flitting around her, that ghost-like voice stabbing into her soul every second.
"Devil, that creature must be a devil," Zhao Jingxue finally gave up resisting.
