Wind.
The chilling wind poured in from the other end of the tunnel, fluttering a severed head, causing it to roll across the ground with a series of light clinking sounds.
Shen Ye sheathed his sword, turned around, and faced Yun Ni.
"Do you want to fight me? No, I can't fight with you—the last bet determined that I must 'spare you.' This time I've lost again—truly unbelievable,"
Yun Ni said calmly.
She raised her hand, gesturing towards the darkness beyond.
A phantom instantly rose from the corpse on the ground.
It was Song Qingyun's soul.
The soul flew over in panic, landing in front of Yun Ni, bowed, and seemed as though it wanted to say something.
But Yun Ni grabbed the soul in one hand, squished it into a ball, then stuffed it into her mouth, eating it with graceful and adept movements.
—Just like eating a snack.
The soul let out wails and screams, then glanced at Shen Ye for the last time.
This time.
The mediocre boy could no longer save her.
"Remember what?"
