Poof!
A splash of blood burst forth.
The woman widened her eyes in disbelief, shock and incredulity filling her gaze. Moments later, her body tilted backward and collapsed.
"Remember, the one sentencing you to death... is named Gui Sang."
Long after the man in the ghost-faced mask had disappeared, a fine red line emerged on the pale neck of the Night Butcher. The line grew wider and, seconds later, blood erupted like a fountain.
Gui Sang, Gui Sang!
It was him—the man who made even ghosts tremble in fear!
The Night Butcher hadn't died immediately.
It took several minutes before she finally drew her last breath.
Even in death, the Night Butcher never saw how Gui Sang had struck.
Still, dying at Gui Sang's hands—she couldn't complain.
She could only blame her bad luck for running into Gui Sang.
After all, Gui Sang typically wouldn't spare a glance at insignificant figures like her.
And indeed, Gui Sang had only passed through here by sheer chance.
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