Qin Manjiang's face abruptly drained of color.
Could it have happened in that brief moment when I lost focus?
He crouched in disbelief, his hands trembling uncontrollably as he picked up Qiao Ziruo's head.
The wound across Qiao Ziruo's neck was smooth and clean. It was indeed beyond what a human could have done in so little time.
Only he and Jiang Du had been in this room just now.
If Jiang Du could not have done it, then the only possibility was that the White Pupil God had controlled him while his consciousness was clouded and made him kill her.
Qin Manjiang hung his head, his chest rising and falling. After a long silence, he finally asked, "What did I do just now?"
Jiang Du still seemed afraid. His gaze shifted evasively, as though he dared not look Qin Manjiang in the eye. "A burst of white light came out of your eyes and passed through her neck. Then her head fell off."
The scene before him... matched what Jiang Du had said.
Qin Manjiang clutched his head in anguish. The next moment, the space behind him split open, and he abruptly vanished, carrying Qiao Ziruo's body and head.
Jiang Du did not seem surprised by Qin Manjiang's choice. The skin of his face, which had still worn an expression of fear moments earlier, now writhed wildly. A long, crimson tongue extended from his mouth, covered with eyes of all sizes.
"Hurry..."
"Hurry..."
A low murmur that seemed to come from an abyss emerged from Jiang Du's throat. Then... he, too, vanished directly from Qiao Ziruo's home.
The enormous face in the sky was growing increasingly complete. Its strangest feature now was that it had only one eye. That crimson eye watched the earth, while the place where