The river wind, wrapped in fishy, damp mist, rushed in from the pitch-black surface. The reeds rustled softly in the wind.
Cat-Faced Ghost Granny stumbled and rolled down from the riverbank. Half of her severed foot stepped onto the pebbles, leaving a trail of dark red blood.
The right half of her body had already gone numb. The flesh around her waist had curled back like charred rags, exposing her ribs, white and ghastly.
The black cat in her arms twitched and let out a thread-thin whimper.
"Good baby, hold on a little longer..."
The ghost granny's withered hand stroked the cat's back. All her fingertips found were scorched scabs and i class="icon icon-uniE00E"</i>i class="icon icon-uniE071"</i> muscle.
Gritting her teeth, she dragged her ruined leg deeper into the riverbank.
The blaze in the direction of the Wang Family had already receded into the distance. The Anomaly Suppression Bureau people probably had not pursued her.
The Blood Escape secret art had burned away ten years of her lifespan and half the blood essence in her body. Her dantian was utterly hollow now; even staying conscious required her to bite through the tip of her tongue.
More terrifying still, the half of her foot that had been sheared off by the Copper Coin Sword was bleeding nonstop. She had sealed its acupoints three times, yet the bleeding would not stop.
That sword carried the power to break spells.
"Damn it... damn that little bastard..."
The ghost granny muttered as she staggered over to a crouching-ox boulder. With her back against it, she slid to the ground, gasping for air.
She had miscalculated tonight. She never expected an ordinary Anomaly Suppression Bureau squad to possess a treasure like a Heavenly Thunder Talisman.
Red moonlight leaked through gaps in the clouds, shining over