Pan Mo was on full alert, extending his two ghost claws to block Ruyi's attack, but unexpectedly, with a clang, the two ghost claws on Pan Mo's hands fell off and hit the ground.

The bright red blood spurted out like a stream, flowing out in a rush.

Upon closer inspection, it turned out that both of Pan Mo's hands had been chopped off.

"Ah!!! This is impossible, what kind of move is this!!" Pan Mo was scared out of his wits, as if he had seen a ghost, staring at Ruyi in disbelief.

Only then did he realize that Ruyi's left hand was like a sharp blade, and the reflected moonlight hit his pale face.

"If you hurt my husband, you will surely die."

Ruyi's voice seemed to come from the depths of the underworld. She slapped Pan Mo hard with her left hand again, and her powerful internal force directly hit Pan Mo's seriously injured body.

Bang!

With a loud bang, Pan Mo's body was torn into pieces.

The moonlight was cold, but it was far less chilly than the chill in the backyard.

The place fell silent.

The black-robed men around were all extremely quiet, as if they had not seen this scene. Years of killing experience had already made their temperaments different from those of ordinary people.

"I haven't seen you for twenty years, and your skills have become even stronger than before. I heard that you were blessed by the immortals and were rewarded with magical medicine. Could this be the reason?"

The old man didn't care about Pan Mo's death at all and asked Ruyi.

"I only have two pills left. If you let us go, I will give you the medicine." Ruyi knew that she was no match for the old man, so she proposed a deal.

The old man laughed heartily after hearing this: "Two elixirs in exchange for three of your lives. This deal is not fair."

"Besides, if you all die, the medicine will still be mine."

Seeing that the transaction was invalid, Ruyi said nothing more.

She knew that she had no way to escape tonight and had no choice but to fight to the death.

Looking up, Ruyi looked at the moon hanging high in the night sky, and recalled the night twenty years ago when she massacred the All Saints Escort Agency, and the moonlight was also this bright.

Maybe this is fate.

The life of a person who was born to live as a puppet.

"Puppets will also resist."

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