The suspicious book?
Chapter 222
"Argh! You bastard, who are you!?"
The woman cursed as she clutched her left arm, or rather, where her left arm was supposed to be. All that remained was a bloody stump.
Standing in front of her was Oliver in clean clothes, his expression calm and indifferent, devoid of any blood. It was as if he was an untouchable angel that mortals like her could not taint.
In his hand was a hydraulic blade that seemed to contain water moving at high intensity, its surface shimmering with a deadly gleam.
He looked coldly at the woman and said, "Can't you see?"
He pointed the blade at her.
"I am an exorcist."
Suddenly, another voice came from the corner of the room. A man kneeling and huffing, his forehead bleeding, said,
"That white hair… those eyes that seem inhuman and human at the same moment… are you… are you… from the…"