"She said, 'split me open like Mu Tianlei.'"
He scratched his head.
"Well… request granted."
He brushed her ash from his waist like sweeping dandruff off silk, then incinerated what was left, clumps of hair, a half-finger, part of a nipple.
By the time Zhou Ping and Long Yushen came crashing through the trees at the sound of a woman's scream, their faces were pale and their spiritual senses were screaming.
They found nothing.
No blood.
No corpse.
No Su Xiaobai.
Just silence.
And a faint scent of perfume mixed with scorched meat.
For a moment, the two men stood in silence.
Their gazes locked on the charred crater, where only moments ago, someone had been fucked, drained, and carved apart like spiritual livestock.
Steam still hissed from the ground. Bits of burnt grass curled like dying worms.
Zhou Ping exhaled slowly. Something flickered in his eyes, not fear, not quite awe… maybe a mix of both.
