Chapter 1269: Rich in Ingredients (5)
Yang Ruxin watched the scene unfold within the space, inexplicably getting goosebumps all over. She couldn’t even take another bite of her radish; this damn Saintess was too creepy. Immediately, she put down the radish, stood up, and fetched a large wooden basin. This fiend needed a rude awakening.
The Saintess, clutching the net, was about to take Gu Qingheng away, but instead, Gu Qingheng stepped back twice, his blood dripping to the ground, yet he refused to move forward an inch.
Yang Ruxin’s heart ached as she watched, holding the wooden basin and standing in the corner of the space, intently staring at the Saintess.
"Come on, man..." The Saintess, unable to pull Gu Qingheng, stepped back and her eyes began to emit a bright light, with even rippling patterns swirling within them.
The woman could actually perform the Soul-absorbing Technique.
After a moment of stunned hesitation, Gu Qingheng quickly shut his eyes.
"Hehe..." The Saintess laughed, took another step forward, and reached out to touch Gu Qingheng’s face.
But just as her hand extended toward him, it suddenly withdrew at high speed. Unfortunately for her, Yang Ruxin had splashed liquid; even with her quick reflexes, she couldn’t completely avoid it. While she didn’t get a face full of it like Little Quan Jie, her white dress was stained with a patch of blood red, and even had some black particles in it, wafting a rancid stench.
The previous charm was gone, as was her previous grace; the once-imposing Saintess was now in a state of disarray.
Of course, at the moment the basin’s contents were hurled, Gu Qingheng dodged to the side because he heard Xinxin’s voice, so not a drop of blood splattered on him.
Yang Ruxin’s basin was richly concocted, filled with a mixture of half a basin of blood from pheasants, wild rabbits, wild boars, Black Bears, and wild goats. She had even cut open two pheasants’ bellies and stirred in the feces within.