Published: February 6, 2025
Wei Xiaoyong suddenly turned around and saw an ugly, terrifying, and bizarre face.
Half of the face was very beautiful, with fair, smooth skin and exquisite features. Long black hair flowed down, slightly swaying with the night breeze.
Anyone who saw this half of the face would inwardly exclaim that she was truly a beautiful woman.
However, the other half of the face was covered with dark red scars. There was no hair left, the eyelids had disappeared, and even the jawline was just a thin layer of flesh connecting it.
This was the face of a ghost, completely burned away!
Even with Wei Xiaoyong's courage, his heart raced at the moment he saw that face.
It was too frightening.
"Sister Xia..."
Many behind Sister Rong recognized Xia Bai and wanted to shout, but they were similarly captivated by that face and hesitated, feeling fearful.
"What the hell are you?!"
A man saw this woman press against his companion, whose body was already convulsing with blood gushing from the corner of his mouth. He realized she was up to no good, cursed, and swung his machete at her.
Killing had become an instinctive action.
Xia Bai gently pushed forward, and the man in front was shoved into the arms of his companion. At that moment, everyone saw that the woman was holding a blood-red, writhing piece of flesh.
That was...
Everyone instinctively looked at the man lying in his companion's arms, where a bloody hole was oozing blood from his back, the heart inside having vanished.
This ghostly woman had actually dug out this man's heart with her own hands.
"The master said, no resistance, no need to die."
Xia Bai's voice remained unchanged but was accompanied by a chill that many familiar sisters had never felt before. She exerted a little force, and the still-beating heart exploded with a bang, blood splattering everywhere and landing on her face, revealing an expression of enjoyment.
"Die, you bitch!" Wei Xiaoyong roared, pointing at Xia Bai. "Kill this ghost woman."
His subordinates immediately rushed towards Xia Bai, but most didn’t use their weapons.
This woman indeed had half of her face destroyed, but the other half was still quite attractive. Her figure was curvy, with straight and rounded legs. Ignoring her face, she had the body of a model; killing her would be a shame, and they should relieve some stress.
Xia Bai chuckled, slightly retreating as she caught a man's punch. With her delicate white fingers applying force, the bones were crushed, and she pulled the man towards herself. Under her immense strength, the man couldn’t resist and crashed into her body. Before he could scream in pain, Xia Bai bit down on the artery in his neck, blood spraying out.
The crowd rushing in paused, stunned...
Using her mouth with strength while not stopping her hands, Xia Bai's slender palm extended like a dagger, stabbing straight into the abdomen of the man who was bleeding from his neck.
"You... you motherf---er..."
To be honest, even though the apocalypse had begun for over a month and people had grown accustomed to killing, the intense visual shock and the direct violence still left many deeply shaken.
Digging out hearts, sucking blood, and eviscerating were entirely different concepts from stabbing with a knife or shooting with a gun.
Having two people killed in such a bloody manner made some hesitate but also provoked the ferocity in others.
An evolver roared, relying on his incredible speed and innate strength, charging forward to smash the ghost woman's other half of the face.
Facing this punch, Xia Bai stepped back slightly and then swung her fist to meet it.
She actually wanted to collide head-on with this person.
A sinister smile appeared on the evolver's face. He howled, saliva flying, as if he could hear the woman scream in fear when her hand was smashed.
So what if he was an evolver? None could match my strength.
The sound of bones cracking echoed, and the evolver's smile froze on his face. He looked in disbelief at his deformed hand, letting out an even louder scream.
Xia Bai stepped forward, just after shattering the man’s fist, had transformed it into a U-shape, grabbing the evolver's neck. With a slight exertion, his throat, much weaker than his hand bones, was crushed, choking back the man's screams.