1698 In His Own Coin

Qiao Mu watched expressionlessly as the little white squirrel whacked Tan Fa up into the air with its tail. She pursed her lips coldly.

Subsequently, she darted to him and struck a puppet curse into Tan Fa's conscious pool with a flick of her finger.

Tan Fa widened his eyes vigilantly and had just spoken "What did you" when a raging force surged into his conscious pool, almost like it was tearing the latter apart. He immediately collapsed in pain and rolled back and forth on the ground while grabbing his head.

However, Qiao Mu ignored him and sauntered up to the large urn, immediately kicking the lid off afterwards.

This revealed Che Ruman's ghastly-pale face, which was of no surprise to Qiao Mu.

Curse practitioners were usually heinous, which was why the world could not condone them.

Yet the truth was that the more the world spurned and condemned them, the more perverted and wicked their actions became.

Right now, both of Che Ruman's eyeballs had been gouged out, and her tongue had been snipped off. She could not make a sound at all.

Even though her limbs were not chopped off, it was evident from her limp body that all her tendons had been cut. She was longer able to put up the slightest resistance.

There was a thick scent of blood coming from the large urn.

Meanwhile, the interior of the urn had been pasted with curses drawn with blood.

Qiao Mu ran her eye over it and concluded that it was an extremely sinister forbidden curse that orthodox talisman practitioners found ignominious.

No matter the gender, as long as a person was placed inside a container pasted with these blood curses, curse energy would seep into the body. This would then be able to activate the blood curse.

This kind of blood curse was truly "nourishing" for curse practitioners.

Before the other person's life came to an end, the curse practitioner would be able to suck up the cursed person's energy, spirit, essence, as well as all of their cultivation and vitality.

No wonder this d*mn man could recover from the injuries stemming from the previous "backlash" in less than three days. It turned out that he had sucked up Che Ruman's energy.

Of course, the backlash and side effects of this blood curse were very obvious.

If he was to get interrupted during the process of sucking up the cursed person's energy, not only would he suffer from an exceedingly disastrous backlash, his cultivation would also… vanish within seven days.

In some instances where people went for wool and came back shorn, the curse caused their bodies to deteriorate rapidly. Some people's bodies ended up even worse than before.

Right now, Qiao Mu planned to make this incomparably sinister man reap what he had sown.

"Ah!" The man who was rolling about on the ground from the strike to his conscious pool suddenly looked up and saw Qiao Mu turn around with a frigid glance.

His heart couldn't help but skip a beat.

Tan Fa reached out and shrieked at a pitch unbelievable even to his own ears, "Wait!"

Qiao Mu had encased her petite hand with a diamond talisman. She pulled Che Ruman out from the large urn by her hair and tossed her carelessly to the side.

With a flash, an unassuming iron hammer appeared in her petite hand.

Then, with a bash from the hammer, that large urn shattered completely.

Tan Fa screamed horrifically, spewing out a large pool of blood.

Yet Qiao Mu didn't even care to give him a glance. She used the hammer to bash the large urn into smithereens, destroying all those blood curses stuck to the inside.

Tan Fa collapsed to the ground in disbelief.

He probably didn't imagine that this savage little lady would be pushing him to the verge of death within minutes.