I Can Devour Spirits

Chapter 356: Chapter 296: Fortune and Misfortune Are Unpredictable

Amo looked at the lifeless Fan Hanzhou amidst the dust, gasping for breath, sweat dripping down, the violence in her eyes receding like a tide...

Amo took a few deep breaths, then suddenly raised her head to look around.

There was a hint of urgency in her eyes.

But all she saw was the desolate wilderness, shadows of trees swaying, leaving her uncertain of Lv Qingzhu’s whereabouts...

Amo leaped to the edge of a dense forest, holding her breath and listening intently. She heard faint sounds of fighting from within the forest and immediately leaped towards the direction of the sounds.

Amo had just slipped into the forest when she suddenly saw a dark figure moving between the tree gaps not far away.

The source of the fighting seemed to be still quite a distance away, but the dark figure’s movement was just a few yards away. Amo swiftly turned her form and darted towards the shifting shadow.

Amo bolted past a sturdy mulberry tree and spotted a beggar beneath a nearby large tree, crawling over a naked young girl...

Xia Shuangshuang’s Lightweight Skill was quite good, and the moment the carriage exploded, she sprang out from the black smoke, landing at the edge of the dense forest beside the wilderness.

Just as Xia Shuangshuang distanced herself from the black, toxic smoke and landed lightly, she heard a rustling above in the nearby forest, followed by a dark figure descending from the sky, landing in front of her.

It was a beggar, leaning on a hard bamboo stick, his clothes ragged and his hair greasy. His eyes indiscreetly skimmed over Xia Shuangshuang’s chest and waist, grinning lecherously, exposing a set of disgusting yellow teeth...

Xia Shuangshuang looked at the drool at the corner of the beggar’s mouth and felt a surge of disgust in her heart.

Her weapon, the Hundred Birds Phoenix Spear, was initially placed beneath the seat. But the instant the carriage exploded, her weapon rolled into the black, toxic smoke. She had no time to retrieve her weapon and had to leap out of the black smoke...

Xia Shuangshuang faced the beggar empty-handed, feeling a bit flustered in her heart.

After all, she was a child of an aristocratic family, pampered since childhood. Although her martial arts talent was good, she had never actually trained in the Jianghu.

Not to mention killing someone, she had never even killed a chicken since she was a child.

At this moment, suddenly an explosion occurred in this desolate wilderness, followed by an encounter with a strange and disgusting beggar, and she was without her accustomed weapon. How could she not panic?

Xia Shuangshuang leapt to escape the place, but the beggar, having a hard time encountering such an alluring prey in this wasteland, would not let her go. freeωebnovēl.c૦m

The beggar maneuvered, the yellow shadow of the hard bamboo stick in his hand blinked, and he pointed it at Xia Shuangshuang’s chest. fгeewёbnoѵel.cσm

Xia Shuangshuang retreated rapidly, and with a horizontal punch, she struck at the hard bamboo stick aiming for her.

The saying goes that spear and fist share the same origin, and in this emergency, Xia Shuangshuang used a method of transforming spear technique into fist fighting!

With her Inner Breath channeled into her punch, Xia Shuangshuang struck horizontally at the hard bamboo stick pointed at her chest!

With a "snap," at the moment Xia Shuangshuang’s punch hit, the hard bamboo stick suddenly burst!

Xia Shuangshuang distinctly felt a strong Power, causing the skin of her punch to split open. She saw a flash of shadow from within the shattered bamboo stick, and a hard object was pointing at her chest.

Xia Shuangshuang staggered back two steps, blood trickling from the corner of her mouth. Earlier, that strike from the beggar had already broken a rib and shocked her lungs.

At this point, the hard bamboo stick in the beggar’s hand had disappeared, and what he held was an iron rod hidden inside the bamboo.

That iron rod had one sharp end and one blunt end, and the beggar had used the blunt end earlier to injure Xia Shuangshuang.

The beggar grasped the other end of the iron rod, with the sharp end resting at his elbow...

The beggar cackled eerily, remarking that if he had used the sharp end earlier, Xia Shuangshuang’s body would have been pierced through in one move.

Xia Shuangshuang was at the Minor Success Realm, while this beggar was at the Great Success Realm; their Realms were vastly different, not to mention Xia Shuangshuang was currently unarmed...

The beggar, having a hard time coming across someone as beautiful as Xia Shuangshuang, would he harm her life at first sight? Besides, with a blade through the chest, it would be a bloody mess; how could he toy with her then?

Xia Shuangshuang’s internal organs shook, and she immediately understood the beggar’s Realm. At this moment, the beggar’s gaze towards her had become even more mad.

Tears welled up at the corners of Xia Shuangshuang’s eyes; she felt like she was about to die...

Just as this was happening, the beggar shook the iron rod in his hand, unexpectedly switching ends, holding the blunt end again, with the sharp end now pointed at Xia Shuangshuang.

The beggar flitted and jabbed the iron rod at Xia Shuangshuang, who sidestepped to dodge, but the beggar seemed more skillful in Lightweight Skill than her. His figure flickered, and with a flash of cold light, the sharp end of the iron rod tugged open two buttons on Xia Shuangshuang’s neckline.

Xia Shuangshuang’s garment under her shoulder sagged, revealing a patch of white flesh...

In the beggar’s eyes danced a crazed desire; he licked his lips, leering, "My dear, let me strip you little by little... and then give you some real joy..."

The beggar’s form shifted again, and flicking the iron rod in his hand, Xia Shuangshuang fought desperately to evade, yet the right shoulder of her garment still got slit open, with tattered cloth fluttering, and her skin faintly visible.

The beggar again cackled wickedly, but suddenly stopped, as he noticed a faint blood mark on the skin beneath Xia Shuangshuang’s flipped-over right shoulder clothing...

The beggar regretfully shook his head and said, "Injured... Injured... Too heavy-handed... Can’t rush to eat hot tofu..."

While expressing his regrets, the beggar flicked the iron rod again, ripping another part of Xia Shuangshuang’s attire...