"Master Xin Chi, are you certain you haven't made a mistake this time?"
Perhaps the Astrological Bureau could kill the innocent just to get the job done, but Li Huowang could never get over that hurdle in his heart.
As soon as Li Huowang's words were spoken, the little girl who had been praying to Buddha shrank her body, leaving only a set of clothes in her place.
"Er Jiu! Why don't you listen to the poor monk's words?" Li Huowang sneered at the sight of Xin Chi, who now looked as fierce as a wrathful Buddha.
He walked over to the pile of clothing with his knife, forcefully stabbing it into the yellow meditation cushion, accompanied by a whimper like that of a puppy, as bright red blood gushed continuously from the cushion.
The thing that had just attacked them hadn't left; it had merely shrunk its body to an extremely small, flat size and hidden inside the cushion.
"Master Xin Chi, if you were always this accurate, I wouldn't have to make my own guesses," said Li Huowang.
