"What you longed for was there.
What you feared was there too."
A drop of rain fell into his eye, clearing away some of the murk and crystallizing the brief darkness.
Gu Xingjian's utterly ordinary, utterly calm face appeared vividly from where the torrential rain came from.
The hand wearing the White Jade Ring lightly gripped a Tattered Banner. His narrow phoenix eyes fixed on the Blond Young Man as he charged at him with utter disregard for death.
An emotion that should not have been there appeared in his eyes, and he shook his head once more.
A silver necklace hung down, its bloodstained cross being frantically washed by the torrential rain. Blood ran down the corpse nailed to the cross and flowed onto the ground.
A fierce Supernatural Power seemed to ignite that pool of blood, rapidly evaporating it into mist that flowed backward against its course, shooting toward him.
Gu Xingjian silently watched the Blond Young Man. The hand clutching the cross tightened further, trembling more and more frequently, while red blood gradually seeped from his chest.
The price of the cross was draining the Blond Young Man's life.
Originally, this Sin Object should have been used against ghosts, yet now it was aimed at another living person in a life-or-death attack.
Gu Xingjian simply stood there watching him, watching the arrow feather formed from blood lock onto his brow bone and race toward him, without any intention of dodging.
"Whoosh!"
The "arrowhead" passed through his brow bone, pierced his entire skull, entered through his forehead and burst out from the back of his head. It whipped up a cold gust in the air and scattered a spray of blood.
Gu Xingjian was dead...
His figure, gripping the banner, remained where he was, falling into a brief,