Not only was his wish of leaving shattered, his body began trembling before he even had time to fear because the Ripper looked over in the darkness as if looking at something dirty. The cleaning was about to begin…

Frozen, Ye Qingxuan stared blankly behind the Ripper. His eyes were in despair. "Percival?"

In the silence, the Ripper did not look back. Unmoving, she just stared at Ye Qingxuan.

Ye Qingxuan froze, swore in his mind, and ran. "This is horrible! Even psychotics didn’t fall for these distractions anymore! How can I live anymore?!"

In that moment, he felt the moonlight on his body shake violently. A large majority of it was used up in an instant. It was dim like a flickering candle in the wind. A shallow claw-mark was scratched onto his back. The burning darkness chased after him like a sarcoptic mange.

Panicking, Ye Qingxuan could not worry about his body anymore. He adjusted the steel skeleton within his robe to the most extreme mode and shot forward like an arrow. Each