Sixty. Hell here is empty

"Exorcist Mr., you ask... should this girl forgive them?"

The girl lifted her head, revealing a face streaming with two horrifying trails of bloody tears, and eerily smiled.

"Why should she forgive?"

Lu Li didn't ask how she knew his identity, nor did he pay attention to the substantial evil intent. He raised a finger and pointed it towards the ground, saying,

"Hell here is empty."

The girl's head was crowned with a dark halo that seemed to devour everything around her, a horrifying malice surged—this sight was familiar like the dark spirit under the library—but the girl standing here harbored deeper resentment.

"Shouldn't you stop me, as an exorcist?"

Her blood-stained eyes stared fixedly at Lu Li, seemingly hating everything in this world—including Lu Li in front of her.

Put another way: she was looking for a reason to strike at Lu Li.