I Can Devour Spirits

If he didn’t know, it wouldn’t matter, but since he does know, how can he not save her?

Shen Ping’s kindness is just one aspect.

On the other hand, maybe in others’ eyes, Hu Huanhuan is just an old brothel madam, but from Duan Rong’s modern perspective, for Hu Huanhuan to carve out a place for herself in such times makes her truly a heroine among women.

The world of the dusty and diverse wanderers; he really doesn’t want to watch Hu Huanhuan being killed in a room by someone like Bai Rong.

Moreover, in two hours, it will be dawn. Tomorrow is the day the Head Altar Law Envoy will inspect Xianggu, and Duan Rong figures that if he only kills one person, with such urgency, it shouldn’t have much impact.

Once Duan Rong decided, all doubts in his mind vanished instantly, he stood up with clear eyes.

Under the shroud of his Divine Sense, confirming no one was around, Duan Rong suddenly leapt and entered the courtyard of the house next to him.

This courtyard wasn’t large, even somewhat cramped. In this family’s courtyard, there was only a main room, an inner room, and a kitchen, and in a corner of the cramped courtyard, a grapevine was planted.

These past few days, Duan Rong has often dozed off at the alley entrance next door, having thoroughly familiarized himself with the situation of this household.

This household resided a mother and son, but suddenly received news two days ago that her father passed away, so the woman took her child back to her hometown for the funeral.

In this world’s red and white events, the rituals are quite elaborate, and once gone, estimated not to return for half a month.

Since the courtyard was empty, Duan Rong decided to temporarily commandeer it.

Duan Rong leapt into the courtyard, nearly soundless on landing, his figure sprinting into the kitchen.

In the corner of the kitchen, he picked up the Black Python Bow and drew a Profound Iron Arrow from the arrow tube!

To kill Bai Rong, one arrow is enough!

Duan Rong strapped the Black Python Bow on his back, grasped the Profound Iron Arrow in one hand, then flipped out and along the pitch-dark alleys, sped like a ghost toward Huaying Building!

All the way, Duan Rong fully extended his Divine Sense, avoiding various secret agents, standing in the shadow of a residential alley three zhang away from Huaying Building.

Standing there, Duan Rong was already able to use his Divine Sense to completely cover the inside and outside of Huaying Building.

In a secluded room on the second floor of Huaying Building, stood two Turtle Slaves holding staves at the door. Inside the room, Hu Huanhuan was bound with hemp ropes, hanging from the beam.

Her entire body had been whipped into a bloody pulp, her face bore several whip marks, flesh and skin in tatters, yet Bai Rong’s expression remained twisted, striking Hu Huanhuan’s body one whip after another.

Hu Huanhuan was only breathing out without breathing in; Bai Rong’s deadly whip struck her body, she no longer moved, as if Bai Rong was whipping a sack.

Behind Bai Rong, the wine table was a mess of cups and plates. Next to the table lay a corpse, its face completely black, clearly deeply poisoned, already dead.

That day, after Hu Huanhuan was humiliated by Bai Rong, the more she thought about it, the angrier she became, so she dug out a poison Shen Ping left her from the bottom of her chest. In her early years, she used this poison effectively on rats.

On that day, Bai Rong and a male pet were drinking and making merry in the room. Seeing they were out of wine, he summoned the maid serving them to fetch some from the wine storage.

Just as the maid was about to go get the wine, Hu Huanhuan stopped her, saying this jar is fresh, for Bai Rong to enjoy.

The maid didn’t think much of it, thanked her, and took the jar to Bai Rong’s room.

Just after pouring, the male pet died after convulsing from a single cup, his face instantly turning black.

Bai Rong was instantly furious, about to twist the maid’s neck, the frightened maid then said it was Hu Huanhuan who gave her the wine jar mid-way.

Bai Rong realized immediately that Hu Huanhuan, unable to bear the humiliation, intended to poison him!

Bai Rong rushed out of the room to Hu Huanhuan’s room, finding her dressed up, sipping tea.

Hu Huanhuan glanced at Bai Rong who barged in and said calmly, ”What a pity! Didn’t poison you to death!”

Hu Huanhuan had no intention to run; she knew very well whether she poisoned Bai Rong to death or not, she could not escape!

Bai Rong grabbed Hu Huanhuan’s hair, dragged her to his room, and ordered two Turtle Slaves to bring ropes, hanging Hu Huanhuan from the beam!

Bai Rong intended to whip Hu Huanhuan to death, one whip at a time, to vent his hatred!

Duan Rong stood in the shadow of the dark alleyway, the image of Hu Huanhuan beaten to a bloody pulp under the shroud of his Divine Sense made his eyelid twitch.

Duan Rong took off the Black Python Bow from his back; his bones suddenly emitted bizarre bursts of popping sounds.

In the darkness, his body expanded circle by circle, soon restoring to its original form!

Duan Rong exhaled lightly, and under the shroud of his Divine Sense, suddenly nocked an arrow and drew his bow, aiming amidst the darkness at Bai Rong in a secluded room three zhang away inside Huaying Building.

True Qi surged, the Black Python Bow instantly drawn to a full moon!

The Profound Iron Black Arrow, under the massive influx of True Qi, began an air current transformation!

With a ”puff,” the bowstring released!

The Profound Iron Black Arrow sliced through the air! The air current faintly visible in the darkness! Like steam under the scorching sun!

That was the result of high-speed friction, creating an abnormal state within the airflow!

Inside the room, Bai Rong’s face was splattered with blood droplets from Hu Huanhuan, the whip in his hand already seeping with blood!

Yet Bai Rong’s expression was even more twisted with excitement, he enjoyed torturing and killing people. Only while torturing and killing, the scenes of being molested under a fat pig in the deep recesses of his mind seemed to dissipate somewhat.

Bai Rong still intended to, raise the whip to strike again!

But just as he raised his blood whip, a dark shadow exploded through the window, carried by air currents, like lightning, shooting towards his head!

The shadow moved too fast, Bai Rong had no time to react, but his Filthy Blood Divine Skill activated automatically between life and death!

Bai Rong’s body instantly burst with blood threads!

The floating blood threads, like living things, immediately concentrated towards Bai Rong’s head, meeting the dark shadow!

But those dense, writhing blood threads disintegrated into nothing upon first contact with the shadow.

The shadow, without any impediment, blasted Bai Rong’s head apart!

Bai Rong’s Filthy Blood Divine Skill had reached the Second Layer.

But Duan Rong’s arrow, at the Realm of True Qi Great Perfection, how could it be stopped?!