The large hand descended, covering the top of his head.
The little boy's eyes widened in terror. "N... n... no..."
The large hand closed.
Crack, crack-
His bones were crushed bit by bit. The little boy's face twisted, his limbs struggled desperately, and mindless, frenzied screams poured from his mouth.
Sister Hong and the remaining little girl both looked horrified.
An immortal stroked my crown, an iron hand crushed my skull?!
He tossed the rotting black corpse aside.
Jiang Chen reminded her, "Take that pill I gave you, then keep dealing with this ghost."
Sister Hong froze, then came to her senses.
She hurriedly swallowed a green pill. It was a Spirit-Gathering Pill +1.
That single stroke of her brush had exhausted all her power. As the pill entered her mouth and her red lips gently closed, she was astonished to discover that all her power had instantly been replenished.
She had even more than before!
Sister Hong hesitated no longer and began chanting obscure syllables again. Golden light flashed at the tip of her brush. This time, she was much more confident.
But the little girl was no fool either.
Seeing this, she turned and fled without a word, scrambling on all fours straight down the outer wall from the sixth floor.
Sister Hong immediately gave chase, thrusting out the golden light.
Although it struck the girl, she had already escaped to the foot of the building and was about to run farther away.
Sister Hong looked regretful. "That's it. She got away."
Standing at the edge of the rooftop, Jiang Chen gave Sister Hong a deep, inscrutable look, then picked her up and leaped.
Bang!
The girl was smashed into pulp.
"Ah!!" Sister Hong clung tightly to Jiang Chen with both arms and legs like an octopus, her