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Finally, the peach pit was swallowed down. I had hoped that the pit would be too large to pass, but contrary to my wishes, it slipped down easily.
Pang Yong had a bad feeling in his heart. He covered his face with his hands, crying and afraid to look at his son's condition.
Sang Qingxiao drew symbols in the air, sending forth the talisman, completing the final step. She silently chanted, "Xiao Tao Rui, just watch. The wicked who have bullied you are about to receive their deserved punishment. Once we return to the Small Tavern, Misha will recite the sutras for you and the other children who have met such a tragic end. May you all be reborn into good families in your next lives, free from worries."
As Sang Qingxiao's silent incantation continued, Pang Chengzu's body began to change. Those nearby could clearly see something alive moving beneath his skin. As this creature stirred, Pang Chengzu's flesh and blood continuously dissolved away.
Can you imagine a body where the skin remains intact while the flesh inside is disappearing, causing the entire form to collapse and deform? Many of those close by couldn't hold back their nausea and vomited.
But this was not the end. Once the creature had consumed all the flesh, it disdainfully began to devour the human skin. After the skin dissolved away, only yellowish-white bones remained, devoid of any flesh.
Perhaps it did not consume bones or perhaps it was full; the creature began to take root and grow, its branches entwining with the bones until they gradually stood upright as it developed.
When it fully formed, everyone could see that this creature was actually a Blood Peach Tree—truly a Blood Peach Tree that had grown by feeding on human flesh and blood. Its crimson branches intertwined with bones and bloomed with blood-red flowers. The eerie beauty combined with a fresh sweetness devoid of any bloody scent strangely made this scene feel less terrifying.
Those who had previously dared not look directly were unable to resist stealing glances again.
However, this was merely an outsider's perspective. The members of the Pang Family were not faring well at all upon witnessing this scene. Madam Pang was so frightened that she suffered a stroke, her mouth crooked as she lost control of her bodily functions in public; while the Late Mother sat dazed on the ground, oblivious and unblinking.
Pang Yong's emotions were in turmoil; he laughed and cried simultaneously. His son's death provoked him into an uncontrollable rage as he pointed at Sang Qingxiao like a madman, spewing vile words without restraint.
Truly a biological reaction.
Sang Qingxiao merely smiled and said, "Why be angry? This kind of ignorant death is no worse than being dragged to the market square for execution. If I hadn't touched you personally and only cut off half of you, that would indeed be suffering."
"Demoness! Return my son's life! My Pang Family will never rest until we take revenge on you!"
Sang Qingxiao wore an innocent expression as she blinked and thought for a moment. "Your words remind me that while I might have intended to spare you, if you insist on causing trouble for me, it will become quite bothersome."
She turned her gaze toward the Pang Family residence. Most people preferred to hide their sordid sides underground. "Pang Yong, I'm curious if there are any unspeakable secrets hidden beneath your house."
As soon as the words fell, Sang Qingxiao's aura underwent another transformation, distinct from the previous overwhelming pressure of Inner Strength. This time, however, an enigmatic and invasive atmosphere enveloped those around her without their awareness.
Her unremarkable belt and bracelet suddenly shattered into countless fragments, the exact number impossible to count. Each piece was about the size of a thumb, thin as a cicada's wing, and varied in shape. It was unclear what material they were made of, but collectively, they emitted a soft, jade-like glow. Upon closer inspection, the edges were surprisingly sharp.
At that moment, these fragments surrounded Sang Qingxiao like a sea of stars. With the flickering movements of her fingertips, the shards began to reassemble. In just over a dozen breaths, they formed eight rectangular and one circular rune.
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