Her body was stabbed with twelve dinner knives, each one piercing her vitals, and her fresh red blood dyed her a new garment.
"Xu Qin!"
From a distance of about ten meters, upon hearing Han Fei's voice, her crazed eyes twitched slightly, and her bright red lips parted slightly as if she was saying something. Then, without any hesitation, she plunged the last dinner knife into her heart!
Blood spurted like flying birds in all directions, and the last bit of sanity in Xu Qin vanished completely.
Her slender arms drooped down, curses filled her entire body, and they rolled and intertwined on her pale skin. Completely different souls began to emerge amidst the curse; they were like flowers blooming on the sea of blood, or giant monsters hidden in the deep pools of the curse.
Those thirteen dinner knives were the keys to opening the door of taboo, and now Xu Qin was showing her true form.