The Lovely Heiress Is Actually A God Beast

Little Taotie and Hua Jinyan were forced to spectate, as the battle was too intense, and they didn’t know how to intervene.

Besides, both sides were uncertain of being friends or foes, making it difficult to decide whom to assist.

Little Taotie still remembered the incident where the withered branch used dreams to try and wish for his death, so he still regarded the withered branch as an enemy.

And the mushrooms on this ancient costume Ghost’s head were growing wildly, densely packed, clearly making her an enemy as well.

Little Taotie rubbed his small hands, secretly hoping that the two sides would fight to the death and end up perishing together.

”Hua Jinyan, do you think we can pick up the spoils?”

”Pick up the spoils?”

”Once they’re both badly injured, we can directly finish them off.”

”Keep your voice down.”

But it was too late; the two who were fighting stopped, and the ancient costume Ghost stared coldly at Little Taotie, her eyes void of whites, the darkness in her eyes almost tangible.

Little Taotie shrank his neck, bristling like prey being watched.

Hua Jinyan stepped forward, standing in front of Little Taotie, blocking the malevolent and fierce gaze of the ancient costume Ghost.

The Horse-Faced Bell floating in the air shook wildly. Although the Horse-Faced Bell made no sound, the explosive noise coming from the rapid movement was as loud as echoes of a bell.

The withered branch inside the Horse-Faced Bell seemed to be expressing dissatisfaction with this sound, like the sound of twigs swiftly lashing through the air.

Little Taotie covered his ears, his childish voice filled with discontent: ”That bell is mine, how did it end up as its shell?”

Feng Qi appeared on Little Taotie’s shoulder, squinting slightly, staring at the ancient costume Ghost as if facing a formidable enemy.

The ancient costume Ghost was surprised to find another fox Ghost with a presence almost as powerful as hers, but why... was there something odd about it, an aura not quite like this world’s.

Feng Qi rose into the air, seemingly not wanting to lose in aura to the opponent. After all, in the form of a fox, she looked like a cute pet. She, resembling a divine spirit, transformed into a beautiful woman in a red ancient costume. Her beauty was enchantingly charming, with an air of innocence and purity between her brows, the most alluring blend of lily and rose.

An angelic gentle face yet brimming with the vivaciousness of a cunning enchantress, this beauty was humbling.

Yet it was precisely due to such differences in appearance that stirred a woman’s jealousy; the more one felt inferior, the more the demon inside her grew. The ancient costume Ghost’s gaze became even more somber, she grinned, her mouth full of teeth like those of a shark, sharp and serrated, as she opened her mouth wide, lunging at Feng Qi.

It wasn’t just for show; she truly intended to devour Feng Qi with determination.

To the Ghost, each are spiritual bodies, and devouring is the simplest way to become stronger. Many Ghost Kings have strengthened themselves by consuming spiritual bodies.

The ancient costume Ghost was evidently skilled in this too.

This caused Little Taotie’s face to turn a shade paler.

Would a Ghost adept at devouring, who even believes devouring is the mightiest move, spare the spiritual bodies of her three colleagues?

Freshly deceased spiritual bodies are the purest, also the most ”nourishing.”

Hua Jinyan noticed Little Taotie’s abnormality and asked worriedly, ”What’s wrong, are you uncomfortable? Don’t be scared, I’m here.”

Little Taotie shook his head: ”I’m not uncomfortable, I’m just worried...” Her gaze shifted to the three candles.

At this moment, the flame on the candles was still alight.

She comforted herself, the flame was alight, not extinguished, indicating the spiritual bodies still existed, perhaps merely sealed within the candles.