1697 Pay Him Back

Oh?

What the hell was this Tan Fa up to? The thick scent of blood made Qiao Mu wrinkle her brows.

Qiao Mu stroked the snow leopard's large head to placate it. Afterwards, she bent down to pick up the now-shrunken snow leopard, and she strode over slowly.

From the outside, the cave looked extremely morbid.

Upon walking inside, she saw three to four lamps dimly lighting both sides of the wall.

The cave was mostly empty. There was a small campfire burning in the corner, on top of which a small pot of boiling water was hanging from a tripod. A bundle of chopped branches was placed next to it.

Qiao Mu's gaze shifted to the center of the cave.

There was a large ash brown urn placed there, and it seemed like that was the source of the repugnant smell of blood.

Qiao Mu walked unhurriedly to the large urn; however, the closer she got, the more intense the scent of blood got. It smelled disgusting.

When she heard the sound of callous laughter mocking her from the entrance, Qiao Mu's eyes flashed. "Oh my, what an unexpected visitor! How should Tan Fa receive the honor of Lady Qiao's presence."

Qiao Mu turned around apathetically. She observed Tan Fa staring straight at her with an abnormal light flickering in his eyes.

"How did you find me here."

Yet Qiao Mu merely stared at him icily. She was puzzled that Tan Fa's injuries had recovered this quickly.

The backlash he suffered because of her three days ago had clearly done a number on him. How come he looked alive and kicking right now. In fact, it looked like he didn't suffer from a backlash at all?

Qiao Mu suddenly moved her finger, flinging a mystic-guiding talisman matrix on herself while also throwing a binding talisman matrix toward the entrance of the cave.

Tan Fa's pupils contracted, and he dodged in time.

Yet the roar of a beast entered his ears as a streak of white light suddenly darted to his side.

Tan Fa's many years of battle experience suddenly gave him a bad premonition. He decisively rolled to the side, thus avoiding Little Snow's sudden pounce and bite.

In the moment of life and death, humans reacted based on an instinct for survival.

Tan Fa was not an exception!

He was able to dodge the snow leopard's fangs, but Miss Qiao's puppet curse had already arrived.

"What the!" Tan Fa was incredulous, but he hastily flung out more than ten yellow-rank defensive talismans to resist it.

Yellow-rank defensive talismans were naturally extremely effective. Seeing that her puppet curse was getting blocked, Qiao Mu didn't force it and recalled it right away. She then flung out ten or so mystic yin curses.

"You are a curse practitioner!" Tan Fa finally realized a fearful fact.

This young girl wasn't a normal talisman practitioner. She knew how to draw curses!

Those ten or so mystic yin curses she flung out were even superior to his martial grandfather in the fluidity of the strokes.

This! Why?

Tan Fa's chest squeezed, and he rushed toward the large urn in the center of the cave. "Even if you are a rare curse practitioner, you must die in this nameless cave today. Hehe, you're welcome to become my cultivation vessel or my puppet ghost spirit. Miss Qiao, you only have yourself to blame for refusing to take the broad path to heaven and insisting on barging through the shut doors to hell… Ack!"

Before Tan Fa could finish his complacent speech, a huge tail had thrashed him to the ceiling of the cave.

How was this possible?

He couldn't believe that the little lady had sent him flying with a face slap before he even finished talking!