The Mask Of A Siren 38 Soul And Lifeforce

He shook his head at her question and sobbed even louder, and quickly chose to slam his head on the ground begging for his life. His pride was worth nothing now, as long as he can get this demon to spare him, he could care less. Still, he felt awfully wronged, why was he the one who had to suffer?

Seeing him slamming his head on the ground made Hongyue despise him even more. Why was it in the end, she was made to be seen as the bad guy?

Her eyes dimmed; she found it annoying even to watch him.

If he dared to curse at someone, he should have at least the skills to back it up. Arrogance without the talents behind it was just like a fish claiming it could climb a tree.

So what was it worth?

Nothing.

In the spur of a moment, everything could very well be gone in a flash. This, Hongyue knew all so well.

Ah, how boring.

How delusional as well.

She could read everything in his eyes, and it made her seethed in rage*. She knew that emotion all so well. She has seen it many times before.

Blame.

However it wasn't self-blame, it was accused towards her. Like in some way, it was her fault that he was here. Her fault that he had to suffer. It was all her fault.

None of the blame got placed towards himself. He didn't even reflect all the times she had struggled to live in pain when whipped or starved without food.

How easy.

He took a simple way out. He wouldn't have to be troubled even till death because he made himself believe she was the root of all his suffering. He could close his eyes peacefully as he dies just by saying it wasn't his fault; he died like this; it was hers. He was putting all the blame on her.

Hongyue sneered.

Like she cared for his opinion.

"Since you hold so many grievances at heart, why don't you tell them to the G.o.d of Death!"

She swiftly lifted her leg and slammed her foot against his chest. The man was booted into the hole and plunged into the water. Hongyue watched him as his movements slowed and the water turned red as he bled to death.

Worthless.

It was a waste of her time.

As the loose petals of blossoms floated peacefully in the air, Hongyue stared at the body in the water well blankly. What was she expecting anyway? For him to swim? She sneered. Even if he had all his limbs intact, he wouldn't be able to escape. She, for one, wouldn't have let him. She shifted her view to the ground, eyeing all the fallen bodies of the servants the general had killed.

My~ dear~ father~

I should thank you for all your help.

She sighed and started to walk back to her room when she paused. In the water, she sensed something else rushing about inside the dead body in the well. Hongyue turned back and slightly raised her arm. With a quick swirl of her wrist, she directed the water to bring the item to her.

The water bubbled and plunged into the body before it left carrying an orb. Quickly, the water climbed up the inner wall and dropped the sphere into Hongyue's outstretched hand.

His soul?

Hongyue tilted her head questioningly. For a minute she felt lost. She had consumed a soul from the spy before and yet she didn't sense this same feeling. She could feel different energy surging within the orb.

Or was this his lifeforce?

She clenched her finger tightly around it. The orb slowly dispersed as it flowed into Hongyue's body. A rush of energy surged into her pearl hair adornment.

Huh.

Her eyes sparkled in joy.

She didn't think she would get something useful out of sc.u.m like him. Her eyes drifted towards all the scattered bodies once again. This time she snapped her fingers — a familiar tugging appearing within her fingertips. The air enclosed the courtyard; it commenced to turn and swirl, slowly compressing around her. The tension began to force the earth to tremble and break. One by one, each of the dead bodies but one produced a colored floating orb. Hongyue rotated her fingers, and each of the orbs got tugged into her direction.

Hongyue's head ornament glowed hungrily and absorbed all the orbs. Hongyue smiled wickedly while licking her red lips.

Well then, thank you for the meal.

She turned indifferently to one of the bodies lying on the ground. She secured her arm under the figure and shifted the body into her arms. She lingered for a minute, her eyes flickering uncomfortably but she proceeded to stand up. Hongyue gazed at the face of the slave who was presumed dead.

The fourteen-year-old female maid who had led the general into her courtyard and served as her scapegoat to kill the madam. She lamented before she turned away with the body in her arms.

Entering her room, she gently set the body down on top of her bed.

While she was murderous, she wasn't senseless. What she owed, she would also pay back in full. Since this girl hadn't wanted to kill her, she wasn't going to be so unreasonable as to take her life. She did an excellent favor for Hongyue, and Hongyue was fine with keeping her alive.

She reached out her hand and tapped her forefinger on the girl's forehead.

In truth, this girl had not been poisoned by her at all; she had only made it appeared like it.

She possessed full control of the poison and solely circulated it throughout the servant's blood. However, she made sure it would not touch any of the organs. With the poison circulating alongside the blood, she reduced the blood flow and the heart rate. Only by halting her breath and body movement, was she able to make the girl resemble the dead.

At her touch, something in the body started to stir. Slowly emerging out of the body, the poison wafted out of the mouth and back into Hongyue's body.

Her eyes gleamed as she recalled something and stood back.