A rare magical miracle in the world

"My child, I can't find her..."

"You didn't even keep looking, why say you can't find her?"

"I can still keep looking, I will continue the search."

"Child, my child..."

The old woman sat in the dimly lit room, her gaze empty, her features withered, the very same elder that Bailuo had encountered before and had deemed to bear the 'look of death'.

The child she had lost was one of the seven missing girls.

The old woman was but a commoner, who depended on her daughter for her livelihood.

The evils perpetrated by the Skelot family were covered up by the whole Ancient City; naturally, the old woman would not be able to find any trace of her daughter.

"Bang!"

"Ah!!!"

"Roar!"

There was a lot of noise outside, terrifying sounds kept coming in, but the old woman was completely oblivious.

"She's still alive, she's still alive, I can feel it."

"Every night, she cries and wails by my ear."

In the unknown, the old woman always felt that her daughter was still alive, and in a pitch-black chest, crying out to her in pain.

She called out 'Mom,' painfully telling the old woman 'Mom, save me.'

"I can't save you."

"I'm sorry, I can't save you."

The old woman's tears had dried up, and no matter how sorrowful, she couldn't summon another tear.

If possible, the old woman was willing to give up everything to save her child.

Even, she was willing to trade places with her daughter, to take on her sufferings, just hoping her child could live a safe and happy life.

'Anyone will do.'

'Save my daughter.'

'I can give you anything,' the old woman prayed and wailed in her heart over and over: 'Anything at all!'

[Seek vengeance for grievances, exact revenge for resentments]

[Repaid in blood, life for a life]

Lyon's voice echoed in the old woman's ears.

"Is this an illusion?"

"No," the old woman's eyes gleamed with determination: "It's not an illusion, there's a voice, someone is speaking."

But what should she do?

What could she do to take revenge, to save her daughter?

"Blood, and life..."

The old woman faintly perceived the owner of this voice, whispers from a demon.

But it didn't matter; to take revenge, no matter the cost, she was willing to accept it...

"Give me strength, let me, find my child."

"Death?"

Suddenly, the old woman understood something.

"Living people cannot gain power, only the dead can?"

The old woman murmured to herself; she lowered her head, looking at her own withered hands, then at the pair of scissors lying on the table.

"Ah, yes, of course, you can..."

The old woman stepped toward the desk, "Life, and the soul, if you want them, take them all, take them all..." Enjoy new stories from empire

Light from a street lamp outside shone in, casting the old woman's shadow on the wall. She raised her hands, the sharp scissors aimed at her own throat.

"Pff!"

Bright red blood sprayed over much of the wall.

"Roar!!!"

The next moment, the shadow twisted wildly and then, amid a piercing scream, shattered the house and rushed toward a certain place at a shocking speed.

"Daddy?"

"Daddy, where are you?"

"Are you playing hide and seek with Emily again?"

In the castle-like villa, Emily, holding a doll, bounced around cheerfully.

"Daddy, stop hiding, Emily has found you!"

The blond girl's smile was like that of an angel, making it hard to imagine that such a doll-like, angelic little girl could be a twisted, depraved killer.

"Such deception, do you garner sympathy with that face and this voice?"

"Huh?"

Emily, holding her doll, saw the woman who emerged from the end of the hallway.

Sheila was draped in a black coat, her long silver-white hair cascading over her shoulders, sparkling entrancingly under the moonlight.

The power of miracles, it transcended the ordinary, including Sheila's beauty and charm, which no mortal could resist, it was dizzyingly beautiful.

"You're so pretty, your hair is so pretty, sister."

Emily said so with a very gentle expression, but her thoughts were clearly understood by Sheila.

'This bitch, why should she have such beautiful hair?'

'It's even prettier than my doll's hair.'

'It's her, chop off her head,' Emily thought, 'and then...'

The hand stroking the doll's hair suddenly tightened.

Emily kept a smile on her face, but if Sheila hadn't been there, she would have definitely torn off the doll's hair, thrown it on the ground, and trampled on it viciously: 'Cheap trash is just cheap trash!'

'So ugly, compared to her hair, the hair of this doll, the hair of that lowly peasant girl, so disgusting.'

"Sister, do you want to play with me?"

Listening to the girl's angelic voice and this innocent invitation, Sheila found it amusing.

"My hair, is it beautiful?"

"??"

Emily was somewhat surprised, as Sheila's words struck right at her heart, "Beautiful, sister's hair is the most beautiful I've ever seen!"

"How about playing a game with sister?"

Sheila felt no sympathy for Emily, she intended to give this demon-like creature a punishment worse than death.

In dealing with such a demon, Sheila would show no mercy.

"Yes, yes, what game?"

Emily pretended to be interested, but inside she was already impatient to the extreme: 'So annoying, what game, where is daddy, hurry up and come chop off this bitch's head.'

"Are you looking for your daddy?"

Sheila said, "He's also playing a game with sister, you'll naturally see him if you come."

"Really?"