The resentment of vengeful spirits ate away at their minds, making them stubborn and difficult to reason with.
Xiao Yulan was one of the worst.
Just look at how effortlessly she had killed an adult man—the very culprit who had killed her. That was enough to show that Xiao Yulan was no weakling among vengeful spirits.
But in the face of Xiao Yulan's "invitation to death," Yu Xing merely curled his lips into an inscrutable smile and watched her calmly.
It seemed she could sense his indifference.
Xiao Yulan's expression darkened. She reached out a pale little hand, laid it on his arm, and twisted. His arm came off, clothes, skin, and all.
The cold blood was thick and glaring as it gushed from the stump, splattering onto the ground.
Pain struck him, but Yu Xing's smile didn't change. He simply watched as Xiao Yulan bit down on the fingers of his severed hand, chewing with a series of crunches before giving him a sinister smile.
She seemed to be hoping to see him panic and piss himself in terror.
Xiao Yulan thought that was how Wang Ermazi had looked when he saw her. A thug who had cruelly killed a little girl had found his mental defenses as fragile as paper the moment he encountered a "ghost."
Yu Xing, however, remained perfectly composed. It was as if the fingers being eaten weren't his. He even patted Xiao Yulan's head with his other hand. "You've got a good set of teeth."
As he encouraged the little girl, he spared some of his attention for other thoughts.
What a pity. With the rules of Fengtou Town backing her, Xiao Yulan could make his heart race and fill him with fear, but she was nowhere near the threshold required to kill him.