She saw that a knife had appeared in the Masked Man's hand. It was extremely long and thin, cylindrical, and an aged white color. The tip was sharp and jagged, attached to a wooden handle. The entire blade gave off no glint; it looked… like a bone knife, forged from a large human bone.
'Damn it, this is so twisted. He's obsessed with the human body, making everything from human remains!'
Xin Huohuo was thoroughly disgusted.
Over there, the Masked Man had already plunged the knife into the left side of the Lyre Ghost's neck. He did it with such force that the bone blade sank deep. Even though the Lyre Ghost was a soul, it looked agonizing.
Xin Huohuo couldn't help but gasp.
But the Masked Man didn't stop. Repeating the action, he stabbed the Lyre Ghost five times in the blink of an eye: on her left and right sides where her neck met her shoulders, at the baihui acupoint on the crown of her head, in the center of her chest, and in her lower abdomen.
