Just as she hung her head in despair, Beichuan Si's indifferent voice rang out again:
"However, as long as they are still breathing when I find them, I won't let them die. I can still assure you of that."
The aura of death lingered around him amounted to one hundred ten or more, treating two more people wasn't much of a matter.
"Brother Temple..." Sakura Miori looked over with gratitude.
Beichuan Si nodded silently and then stopped talking.
He had only spoken offhand to give Sakura Miori a verbal lesson.
Beichuan Si didn't want to see them involved in any kind of spirit ritual game again.
He believed that Sakura Miori had deeply learned this painful lesson.
Of course, a verbal lesson was one thing, but when it came to action—Beichuan Si never went easy because of gender.
They quickly arrived at the bottom of the annex.
This building seemed not yet to be tainted by malice, and the tightly shut door was kicked open by Beichuan Si.
