Seeing this, Pei Ling's heart stirred. He asked again, "Then do you know about the offering?"
As things stood, he still saw the Xiao Family's situation through a veil of fog. He knew almost nothing about it.
Master Xiao had said they needed to prepare an offering for the Faceless Great Immortal, but when it came to the requirements, he had only said they were the same as last time. He offered no further explanation. So first, Pei Ling needed to find out exactly what the offering had to be.
However, at the words "the offering," the maid's body visibly stiffened. The sea bowl in her hands trembled, and the black medicinal liquid sloshed heavily inside it.
After a long while, she finally spoke slowly. "Young Master, I remember now."
Pei Ling immediately said, "Speak!"
Clang!
Thrust!
The dagger leaped from its sheath. In the blink of an eye, it plunged into Pei Ling's body!
Crash!
The sea bowl hit the floor and shattered.
The maid stared coldly at Pei Ling, her voice filled with hatred. "I'm the offering!"
"Young Master, last time, you were the one who offered me to the Faceless Great Immortal..."
Before she could finish, the maid suddenly yanked out the dagger and stabbed at Pei Ling again.
Thud, thud, thud, thud, thud...
The muffled sounds of the blade entering flesh came one after another. Blood sprayed as Pei Ling crumpled helplessly to the floor.
After being stabbed more than a dozen times, he lost the last trace of life.
The maid raised the dagger once more, but seeing that the young master was dead, she did not bring the blade down again.
Two trails of bloody tears slowly streamed from the eyeholes of the smooth, blank iron mask.
Her figure began to fade away.
"Thud..."