At the scene, the two stood facing off. Because of Ji Yan's final words, the atmosphere had frozen into suffocating stillness.
"My ghost can see with perfect clarity which finger you use to tap the screen."
"The moment your finger moves, her nails will land on the back of your head."
Ji Yan stared at the other man and spoke each word distinctly. There was not a trace of panic in him; his bearing remained calm.
"Take the phone out of your pocket and put it on the ground."
Ji Yan's gaze was indifferent. "You can do that, right?"
Zhang Xue kept a stiff face, then finally sighed. "Alright, you win."
His hand slowly emerged from his pocket, the screen still lit...
But in the next instant, Blood Shadow Wedding Dress vanished into thin air.
Whoosh—!!
As red petals drifted down, the arm holding Zhang Xue's phone was severed in an instant. Blood sprayed everywhere as Blood Shadow Wedding Dress caught it in her hand!
Blood Shadow Wedding Dress's thinking was clear. She could have cut off Zhang Xue's head, but she had chosen his hand instead!
If she cut off his head, his finger might still instinctively slide across the screen through neural reflexes, putting Ji Yan in danger.
Severing his arm was undoubtedly much safer.
And if Zhang Xue had some life-saving or substitute-death trump card, things would become troublesome. Getting the phone first and killing him afterward was the safest option.
But Blood Shadow Wedding Dress had still underestimated Zhang Xue's ruthlessness.
The moment his arm was severed and about to be taken away, Zhang Xue opened his mouth and spat out a Silver Needle, cutting off the palm of his severed arm.
Zhang Xue's other hand reached for the severed palm.
Blood Shadow Wedding Dress swiftly