Chapter 143. Shenzhu Family's Tradition (13th Update)

The Shenzhu Witch, due to her throat being slit open, had her head hanging abnormally at ninety degrees to the side.

She wore a black witch robe, clutching a dagger in her hand, her rotting, yellowed, dead-fish-like eyeballs staring at Beichuan Si.

That inexplicably profound gaze made Beichuan Si furrow his brow.

Dark blood oozed from the slit on her neck.

The horrific appearance would likely make anyone scream in fear.

But Beichuan Si, gripping his Jian Ding tightly, leapt from spot and lunged towards her!

He had no pity for her, amidst the overwhelming aura of death, the Jian Ding glinted with a cold light as he brutally smashed it towards her head.

In Beichuan Si's eyes, the witch's plight was pitiful, but that was no reason for her to harm others, and typically, a spirit after becoming a vengeful ghost would lack its original consciousness; by exorcising her, Beichuan Si thought he was also helping her, in a manner of speaking.