Chapter 228: Chapter 167 Brother Xiya, Nothing Happened at All_3
According to the forbidden texts, this piece of rune paper was engraved with a matrix capable of hypnotizing others.
All it took was to stick it onto a certain part of the body, and the “Eye of the Soul” mark could then be branded onto the skin.
Afterward, by activating it with extraordinary power and presenting the “Eye of the Soul” mark to the target, one could perform hypnosis.
This perfectly t Tiya’s most pressing need at the mont.
But… where exactly should she stick it?
Putting aside the slight excitent in her heart, Tiya began to consider this question.
A mont later, she had her answer.
Bathed in the lamplight, Tiya gently pressed the yellowed piece of rune paper onto the palm of her right hand.
Given its concealability and convenience, the palm was undoubtedly the best choice.
One could simply raise a hand and complete the hypnosis.
Thinking thus, Tiya prepared to channel the Extraordinary Power, activating the strength of the rune paper and imprinting the “Eye of the Soul” mark onto her palm.
However, as expected, an accident was bound to happen.
Perhaps it was because she had scrubbed for too long during her bath, causing sore muscles in her hands, or maybe her body and mind were simply too exhausted.
In any case, in the instant the rune paper emitted a green light, her hand slipped unintentionally.
She watched helplessly as the glowing green sheet of paper gently floated down to the root of her thigh.
She had just thought of picking it up, but it was already too late.
In an instant, a burning sensation penetrated her skin and delved into the flesh at the root of her thigh, adhering tightly to that spot as if seared by a branding iron.
Due to the vast ages since its creation, the rune paper consud the last of its strength and turned into ash, vanishing into the air.
Only a dim “Eye of the Soul” mark remained, stubbornly imprinted at the root of her thigh.
A little higher, and it would have been dangerously close to a certain indescribable and secretive area.
Staring at the scene before her, Tiya froze on the spot.
The next second, she frantically reached out and rubbed the area hard, attempting to erase the mark.
But this was ultimately futile.
The mark would only fade after it had been used more tis than the limit allowed.
But… how was she supposed to hypnotize anyone with the mark in such an embarrassing location?
Surely she couldn’t lift her skirt every ti she t that guy, just to let him take a peek!
In that mont, Tiya felt like crying without tears.
Crying at her own stupidity.
…
The sll of blood?
Passing through the third floor, Lynn sensed sothing amiss.
At this mont, the scent wafting from the depths of the corridor made him frown.
Without much hesitation, Lynn instinctively stopped and headed towards the depths of the corridor, wanting to investigate.
With the Imperial Princess in the residence, Lynn’s sense of security was at full throttle.
What on earth had happened?
He was sowhat puzzled.
Yet as he walked, he suddenly felt his footstep onto sothing sticky.
Blood.
In an instant, Lynn made the judgnt.
Not because he was particularly familiar with the properties of blood, but simply based on factual reasoning.
Lynn slowly halted his footsteps.
Looking at the scene before him, his pupils shrank and he instinctively covered his mouth and nose.
Where antiques should have been displayed on the platform before him, there lay a piece of a person.
Yes.
A “piece” of a person.
Why a piece? Because their limbs and head had been chopped off and were now piled up nearby as offerings.
The moonlight pouring in through the window barely allowed Lynn to discern the situation on the floor.
The lines ford by the pooled blood were rough and ferocious, intermittently sketching out a monstrous and angry face like a child’s scribble.
In just a mont, Lynn recognized the source of this ghastly face.
The King of Cruelty, Kushustan!
It was identical to the curse mark left in his spiritual world!
Feeling both ridiculous and horrified at once, Lynn furrowed his brow deeply.
With the help of the moonlight, he also managed to see that the severed head bore a mask.
A full-faced raven mask.
The one he had exchanged with soone earlier to hide his tracks.
Coincidence?
Or was the murderer’s target all along?
For a mont, Lynn was stunned, then plunged into thought.
However, a mont later, a piercing scream suddenly erupted from behind him.
“Ah!!!”
Lynn turned around to see a maid from the residence collapsed on the floor, her face pale as if she was greatly frightened by what she saw before her.
And upon seeing the bloodstain on Lynn’s chest, she seed to misunderstand sothing, hurriedly scrambled to her feet, and fled the scene in utter panic.
At the sa ti, panicked screams echoed throughout the estate.
“Murder, there’s been a murder!”
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