"Master Xin Chi, are you sure you haven't made a mistake this time?"
Perhaps the Astrological Bureau could kill the innocent to get a job done, but Li Huowang still couldn't get over that hurdle in his heart.
As soon as Li Huowang spoke, the little girl who had been praying to the Buddha instantly shrank, leaving only a set of clothes on the floor.
"Er Jiu! Why won't you listen to this humble monk?" Watching Xin Chi's face twist into the scowl of a wrathful deity, Li Huowang sneered.
He strode forward with his blade and plunged it hard into the yellow prayer cushion beside the heap of clothes. A yelp like a small dog's rang out as crimson blood spurted from the cushion. The creature hadn't actually left; it had merely shrunk its body until it was extremely small and flat, hiding inside the cushion.
