Chapter 581: Chapter 581 Sorry_1
Feeling the sharpness rushing towards his face, Greg Jensen finally managed to pry his eyes open.
With one hand on the hilt and the other supporting the back of the blade, he raised the Twilight Snow Knife.
Clang!
A deafening boom rang out, almost bursting people’s eardrums.
The vigorous knife energy scattered in all directions like ripples, pushing Greg several ters away.
“Hah, he actually blocked it?”
...
Drake Stuart seed a bit surprised, sneering as he said, “Since that’s the case, try catching another one of my slashes!”
Before his words fell, he swooped down, tapped a foot on the ring, and leapt high, swinging down hard at Greg Jensen.
Clang!
Another loud noise echoed.
Drake Stuart was surprised to find that Greg Jensen had blocked it again.
He flew into a rage, unfolding an exquisite set of knife techniques in his hands.
Clang, clang, clang!
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A series of rapid collision sounds began on the stage.
Greg Jensen was like a tiny boat in a violent storm, about to topple and in grave danger, barely defending against Drake Stuart’s attacks with instinct and intuition.
For a mont, everyone except those from the six families held their breath for him.
…
On the second floor of the small building.
Carn Stuart, with her sowhat aged face, slowly stood up. After taking a deep look in the direction of the ring, she opened the door of her room and started walking downstairs.
“Big brother, thank goodness the old man ca back, or who knows when our family could turn things around.”
Downstairs in the living room, Julian Stuart and Victor Stuart were chatting.
Victor Stuart seed very excited, after all, the Stuart Family was about to return to its peak soon.
Julian Stuart nodded and said, “Indeed, but it’s tough on Carn and Michelle, the two kids.”
“Psh, what’s that matter?”
Victor Stuart glanced at the room next door and whispered, “It’s just tying them up for a while. Once the fifth kills Barry Wolfe, they will naturally be released.”
“Hmm.”
Julian Stuart nodded.
At that mont, footsteps suddenly ca.
Both n looked up at once, only to see Carn Stuart descending from upstairs.
“Sister Nine, how did you end up like this?”
Seeing Carn Stuart’s aged appearance, both were taken aback.
Carn Stuart scoffed, “Didn’t Drake tell you? This is the price a mortal pays for using witchcraft.”
“Well… The fifth didn’t ntion that.”
Julian Stuart said sowhat awkwardly, “Uh… let get you so water.”
With that, he walked toward the kitchen.
“Sister Nine, please sit.”
Victor Stuart hastily assisted her to the sofa, saying cheerfully:
“Sister Nine, you’ve worked hard. The turnaround of the Stuart Family couldn’t have been done without you.
Rest assured, once we return to East Peak Manor, I’ll find the best doctors in the world to help you get better.”
“Hehe, thank you for that, Brother Three.”
“Psh, you’re still being polite to …”
Victor Stuart’s words were cut short as his body suddenly stiffened. He looked down to find a dagger with intricate patterns thrust into his chest.
“You…”
He stared incredulously at Carn Stuart, “Sister Nine, you… you want to kill ?”
A complex expression flickered across Carn Stuart’s face as she softly said, “Brother Three, don’t worry. You won’t die.
You’ve always taken my side since we were young. How could I kill you?
Have a good sleep. When you wake up, everything will be alright.”
“Sister Nine, what are you doing?!”
At that mont, Julian Stuart happened to be carrying water out and saw this scene, startling him into utter shock.
Unheeding, Carn Stuart pulled out the awl and then pressed several points on Victor Stuart’s chest, murmuring sothing unintelligible; Victor Stuart imdiately fell into a deep slumber.
Julian Stuart’s face darkened, and just as he was about to scold Carn Stuart, he saw her suddenly take out a small bell. She gave it a gentle shake, and the sound of tinkling filled the living room instantly.
Julian Stuart felt the world spinning around him, and in his dazed state, he saw Carn Stuart quickly approaching him. Then he felt a sharp pain in his chest and gradually lost consciousness.
Thud!
Julian Stuart also lay on the ground, passed out.
Carn Stuart bent down and, with so effort, dragged him onto the couch. After catching her breath for a mont, she stood up again and walked towards the room next door.
Upon opening the door, she saw Michelle Stuart and Carn Stuart tied up and thrown on the bed, although nothing gagged their mouths. The two were whispering to each other.
Seeing Carn Stuart coming in, they imdiately beca agitated.
“Carn, please save us.”
Carn Stuart walked over and helped untie them.
The two imdiately flung themselves into her arms, crying.
“Don’t be afraid, it’s over now.”
Carn Stuart let out a long sigh, stroking their heads and gently consoling them.
She wasn’t much older than Michelle Stuart, who had grown up playing in her shadow, almost raised alongside her; they were called aunt and niece, but their relationship was more like close friends, with extraordinarily deep bonds.
Drake Stuart knew this, which is why he used their lives to threaten Carn Stuart.
But now that the curse had taken shape, Drake Stuart relaxed his watch over them, providing Carn Stuart with her chance.
“You two must leave imdiately, the farther the better. Don’t co back until the Stuart Family is settled, understand?”
“Carn…”
Carn Stuart wanted to say more.
But Carn Stuart sternly cut her off, “Did you hear ?!”
“We heard you,” Carn Stuart quickly nodded.
The stern look on Carn Stuart’s face softened, “Go on then. The outside world is vast and free. Don’t end up trapped in a cage forever like your aunt.”
“Carn…”
The two young won seed to sense sothing and imdiately clung to Carn Stuart, bursting into tears.
Carn Stuart also felt a pang of sorrow, tears streaming down copiously.
After a long while, she patted their shoulders, reiterated a few instructions, and sent them out of the house.
As she watched them leave, looking back every three steps, she finally turned and returned inside.
First, she checked on Julian Stuart and Victor Stuart, then returned upstairs, entering the room used for performing rituals.
She approached the window for another glance towards the stage, then returned to the altar and set the bell on the table.
Lighting the incense, wisps of blue smoke slowly rose.
Carn Stuart’s expression was solemn, tinged with a hint of sadness. She picked up the bell and shook it, whispering:
“Dark Spirits of the Nine You, Gods and Demons of All Heavens, I offer my flesh and blood as sacrifice. For all eternity, dood to the depths of hell, all for love’s sake, death without regret.”
No sooner had her voice faded than the room suddenly darkened.
Sunshine was bright outside the window, but inside it was as gloomy as the dead of night, as if existing in another world.
Hum!
A sudden wail, like ghosts crying and wolves howling, exploded around her.
Carn Stuart’s body shuddered, feeling a chill invasion. She looked up to see nurous ghostly figures rushing towards her from all directions, then they began to bite and tear at her desperately.
She bit her lip fiercely, preventing herself from making any sound.
Blood, bright red, trickled from the corner of her mouth, appearing eerie and seductive against the darkness.
Her face rapidly wrinkled, with dense lines erging, and her hair turned white at a visible pace.
Already sowhat aged, she now appeared to have aged decades in re monts.
Her once slightly plump figure beca emaciated, almost like skin and bones.
Yet, she made no sound at all.
Because she knew Greg Jensen had already endured such pain once before.
Monts later, Carn Stuart had turned into a frail old woman, hunched over, hair thin and white, teeth all but gone.
Only her eyes still sparkled with clarity.
Gazing towards the stage, she revealed a tender smile, “I’m sorry, I can’t stay by your side any longer.”
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