Cultivation through Skin Making novel Chapter 285

Chapter 285: 155. Soul Like a Melting Furnace, Sea of Suffering Seizes the Body (8.1K words - Large Chapter, Seeking Subscription)_5

The fat bandit said, "Boss, what are we waiting for?"

He hurriedly got up, with a bulge in his crotch.

But seeing the strong bandit leader not rise, he curiously asked, "Boss, you?"

The strong bandit leader said, "Just be obedient, I have my reasons for not moving. Don’t ask why, if you ask... you die."

The fat bandit nodded.

In a tent not far away, a beautiful woman with her hands and feet tied listened intently to the distant conversation, feeling a sense of despair.

She wasn’t stupid.

It was her brother who brought her here.

But her brother was an Immortal, capable of easily killing these bandits, yet he contrived to leave her here with some excuse to seek fortune, resulting in her capture by the bandits.

Initially, she hadn’t thought much of it, but the strong bandit leader’s words forced her to reconsider.

The strong bandit leader said nothing overtly, but clearly... there was someone behind him.

What kind of person could make such bloodthirsty bandits say "Don’t ask the reason, if you ask, you die"?

Recalling how her brother sometimes looked at her with peculiar eyes...

The beautiful woman began to understand something.

She clenched her fingers tight, her sharp nails digging into her flesh, even drawing blood.

Suddenly, she lowered her head and laughed softly, then tears streamed from her eyes as she looked upwards and let out a hysterical scream.

It was a scream of pain...

A scream of being betrayed by a loved one...

Just then, she felt the wind rise.

The wind blew open a corner of the tent.

Outside the tent, there came a series of short, sharp cries.

These were the cries of the bandits.

It seemed each bandit only managed a single cry before their throats were crushed, leaving them unable to speak again.

In the past, the beautiful woman would have been terrified.

But now... her heart was already dead.

If the heart is dead, what is there to fear?

Then, she heard someone shouting "Immortal, spare my life," but the voice was cut off, lifeline severed, clearly killed.

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