CRACK!
The sound of a neck snapping mingled with the bubbling of lava.
A half-shattered Peach Wood Talisman still hung from the waist of the young man whose neck had just been broken. It was an Exorcism Token Fu Jin had given him for his birthday last year.
A third disciple lunged, teeth bared, aiming for Fu Jin's wrist.
With a flick of his fingers, Fu Jin struck. As the disciple's skull shattered, Fu Jin's voice sounded as if it were being squeezed from an anvil.
"Zhou Wanniang… only daughter of the seamstress from south of Jin City in Yangzhou, Jiangnan Dao…" He tore open the dead disciple's collar, revealing a Jade Token hanging crookedly by her collarbone.
"Her mother asked me to take good care of her…"
Beside him, another disciple, eyes rolled back in his head, suddenly spoke. "Master… save me…"
Fu Jin's hand froze in mid-air.
