Jiang Yichun raised his hand and struck Ghost Face with a palm, and Ghost Face let out a retch, with fresh red blood flowing out from underneath his eerie mask. His whole body immediately wilted; gone was the spectral bravado from before, only the blood-red lips on the mask still curled upwards as if mocking something.
Everyone looked towards Xiaosi, not understanding why he would protect the Ghost Face that had tried to capture him.
Bai Ruozhu also looked at Xiaosi in confusion, but Xiaosi turned his head to glance at the unconscious Elder Xuan Jizi and said, "He seems to have had some old connection with my master. I saw that my master didn't wish to hurt him, and even when my master tried to take his own life, it was he who stopped him."
Ghost Face, ungrateful, said, "What nonsense, I wish I could gouge out his heart, and yours too, you little brat, I will eventually kill you!"
