Tragic death in the previous life: After rebirth, the sickly prince pampers her every night

Chapter 3269 Lesser Fullness (Despair)

"Do you think you won?"

"Hahaha... Your master is already on his last legs. Even with that blue light, he won't live much longer!"

"And you!"

"None of you will leave this Blood Demon Cave alive!"

"This monster will break free of its seal sooner or later, and then all of you will pay with your lives!"

"May you and your damned master be condemned to eternal damnation in this dark and sunless underground!"

"I curse you! I curse you with the last blood of my ghostly clan, that you may suffer endless torment and never have a peaceful end in all your future lives!"

"..."

He was like a madman, his voice hoarse, constantly cursing.

"Even when you're about to die, you're still so stubborn!"

"I'll smash your teeth and tear your mouth apart."

Yang Rui was furious. The veins on his hand holding the white jade flute bulged, and he was about to step forward and kill the old man.

Hua Nianye's face was as cold as frost, but his eyes revealed a murderous intent.

However, Hu Xiaoman listened calmly, even with a hint of amusement on her face.

"Senior brother, no rush!"

Yang Rui stopped in his tracks, wondering what his junior sister was up to.

Hu Xiaoman waited until the Ghost Ancestor had cursed until his mouth was dry and his voice became hoarse before slowly speaking.

"Are you done scolding?"

The Ghost Ancestor, panting heavily, glared at her with venomous eyes.

Hu Xiaoman nodded: "Looks like they're done cursing."

"Ah!"

She raised her hand and gently waved it at the Ghostly Ancestor.

Ghost Ancestor watched Hu Xiaoman's actions, a hint of resentment flashing in his eyes.

He didn't want to die in vain!

He wants to drag these three people down with him!

He wanted revenge for his son and grandson!

"You little bastard! How dare you..."

Before he could finish his final curse, Hu Xiaoman's icy voice rang out again.

"Oh, right, I forgot to tell you something."

Hu Xiaoman's gaze swept over the fleshy monster that had become somewhat agitated again due to the Ghost Ancestor's curses, and a cruel smile curled at the corner of her lips.

"This monster seems to really enjoy hearing people scream."

The more pitiful the cries, the more it eats.

"I hope your voice can hold up for a while."

As soon as she finished speaking, runes flashed in her hand, and a golden restriction talisman instantly entered the body of the Ghost Ancestor.

The Ghost Ancestor felt his whole body stiffen, and the last bit of spiritual power in his body was completely sealed, leaving him unable to move once again.

He could only watch in horror as Hu Xiaoman channeled a gentle spiritual energy to slowly lift his sandbag-like body.

Then, little by little, it was pushed toward the fleshy monster on the altar that exuded an aura of greed and desire.

“No…No—!”

The Ghost Ancestor let out a desperate roar.

The Ghost Ancestor's body moved slowly through the air.

The feeling was like being dragged step by step towards the guillotine by an invisible hand.

He could clearly see that the writhing, fleshy monster on the altar was making increasingly excited "gurgling" sounds as it sensed his approach.

The slime on the monster's surface secreted even more vigorously.

Countless crimson tentacles, like a ceremonial guard welcoming a grand feast, rose high and wildly waved and lashed in the air, making a "whooshing" sound as they pierced the air.

Those tiny mouths, filled with sharp teeth, opened and closed from the flesh, dripping foul-smelling saliva.

Greed, desire, hunger...

All sorts of emotions were clearly transmitted to the Ghost Ancestor's perception through the monster's hissing and writhing.

"no, do not want……"

The Ghost Ancestor completely collapsed.

He struggled desperately, trying to break free from the force that was binding him.

But all is in vain.

The restrictive talisman that Hu Xiaoman cast was an exquisite spell he had never seen before, which directly sealed off all his escape routes.

He could only watch helplessly as he drew ever closer to the opening abyss.

Ten feet...

Five zhang...

Three feet...

He could even smell the nauseatingly sweet, bloody odor emanating from the monster.

He could see that the bone spikes at the tips of those tentacles gleamed with a chilling light.

He could see the tiny, sharp teeth inside those suction cups, rotating like a meat grinder.

"what--!"

The extreme fear caused him to let out a scream that was more piercing than ever before.

The flesh-and-blood monster could no longer suppress its instincts.

"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh..."

Dozens of the thickest, blood-red tentacles shot towards the ghostly ancestor in mid-air with lightning speed, like arrows released from a bow, accompanied by a shrill whistling sound that tore through the air.

"Pfft!"

"Pfft!"

"Pfft!"

"..."

The sounds of sharp blades piercing flesh rang out frequently.

The screams of the Ghostly Ancestor abruptly ceased.

His body was pierced by dozens of tentacles in an instant.

Chest, abdomen, limbs...

Every part of it was pierced by sharp bone spikes, and black blood gushed out from the tentacles.

Those tentacles, like venomous snakes with life, thrashed and tore wildly inside his body, destroying all his vitality.

Then, all the tentacles suddenly retracted.

The Ghost Ancestor's body was dragged by a tremendous force and slammed into that writhing, soft mass of flesh.

"Gudu..."

The flesh-and-blood monster let out a satisfied sound.

The Ghost Ancestor's body was as if it had sunk into a swamp, and was quickly enveloped and swallowed up.

Countless tiny buds of flesh surged in from all directions, burrowing into his flesh, entwining his bones, and devouring his soul.

His consciousness did not dissipate immediately.

He could clearly feel his body being broken down and melted away bit by bit.

He could hear the crunching sound of his bones being crushed.

He could smell the stench of his own flesh and blood being digested.

Endless pain, like a tidal wave, overwhelmed his last shred of sanity.

His face, contorted on the surface of flesh, stood side by side with his son and grandson.

His mouth was wide open, as if he wanted to let out a final scream, but he could only make meaningless "hoarse" sounds.

In that single eye, the last glimmer of light was completely extinguished.

Yang Rui sneered: "That old geezer is finally dead."

Hua Nian: "Exactly! Black-hearted and foul-mouthed!"

Hearing the foul language that had just been used to insult the young lady, Hua Nian was so angry she wanted to cry.

Hu Xiaoman simply watched calmly until the aura of the Ghost Ancestor completely disappeared, then slowly withdrew her gaze, raised her head, and looked again at her master on the altar, who was still with his eyes closed.

How can we rescue our master?

Even if it's her master's corpse, she wants to bring him back.

Just then, the flesh-and-blood monster that had devoured the Ghost Ancestor's "feast" experienced another surge in power.

Its enormous body swelled up again, almost filling the entire altar.

The evil aura emanating from it became even more solid and terrifying.