On the ground lay a severed hand, clutching a Bone Knife, the fingers tightly gripping it were still twitching intermittently.
"Ah..."
Blood gushed from the severed wrist, the shaman stared at Gu Shi Yi with a face full of terror,
"What... what kind of demon art is this of yours?"
Gu Shi Yi shrugged, one hand behind her back, the other hand held in front, her fingers moved very dexterously, as if a red light flowed between them. The shaman looked at her fingers, and the red glow was very strange. As it flowed, it emitted a faint aura, making him feel waves of fear, yet he couldn't discern what it was!
"What... what is it?"
Gu Shi Yi frowned slightly,
"Instead of asking this and that, I advise you to find a way to stop the bleeding first!"
