Mo Fan, the Precious Gem

Translated by XephiZ

Edited by Aelryinth

Mu He was hanging at the same spot, his face completely twisted.

Not long after, he heard the same sound of heels tapping on the bricks, each felt like a sharp blade was stabbing his heart as they came closer.

"Senior...Senior Salan!" Mu He wanted to kneel on the ground, but he was unable to do so.

The woman's right hand was dripping with blood, and holding a fresh human heart. It was extremely horrifying!

She lifted her cold gaze, staring at Great Deacon Hu Jin hanging before her.

Mu He felt like the cold gaze had simply shattered his soul.

"You helped that kid to enroll in a Magic School?"

"Yes...yes... no...no..." Mu He was at a loss for words.

"You've brought up such a monstrous enemy for our Vatican, who even ruined my festival. I should be thankful to you..."

"No, don't, please don't, no… AHHHH!"