"It's not your Life-bound Gu, so why are you selling your life, are you sick!" The Corpse Gu broke into two pieces, yet was desperately writhing, trying to piece itself back together.
Little Honghong's thumb-thick body had shrunk several sizes, but she didn't retreat half a step, her bean-sized eyes full of murderous intent, "None of your damn business."
With each curse she flung out, it was uttered vehemently.
The Six Syllable Mantra, "Om", "Ma", "Ni", "Pad", "Me", "Hum"!
Each word was deafening, like a huge tremor that purified one's heart and soul.
The Corpse Gu, being a creature of yin and evil, simply couldn't endure such torment.
The two halves of its worm-like body dried up like they lacked water, twisting as they withered, and turned into two dry segments.
Even as it dried up before dying, it could still let out a curse,
"Su Wan... you think you can escape... nobody can save you..."
