Chapter 231: Chapter 230: You Don’t Know You Were Wrong, You Just Know You’re Going to Die

Gao Liceng showed no hesitation, giving the Ghost Infant no chance to catch its breath.

The Papermen scattered about,

all raised their arms—which looked as if they were woven from bamboo strips and rice paper—

in perfect, unwavering unison.

An invisible force seemed to surge quietly through the air.

Sheets of yellowed Talisman Paper cut through the air, tracing incredibly sharp trajectories at a jaw-dropping speed.

In the blink of an eye, they fell upon the Ghost Infant as densely as raindrops.

The Talisman Paper sheets adhered perfectly to the Ghost Infant’s deathly-blue skin, leaving no gaps,

as if the infant had been wrapped in an impenetrable, sturdy shackle.

The Ghost Infant tried to mobilize the terrifying, malevolent energy within its body in a desperate attempt to break through this restraint.

However, under Gao Liceng’s empowerment, the seemingly fragile Yellow Paper had become exceptionally tough and firm.

Beneath the Yellow Paper, the Ghost Infant’s body began to twist violently,

as if a thousand invisible hands were tearing at it from under the paper, trying to break free, but it was all in vain.

As time slowly passed, the Yellow Paper and the Ghost Infant’s body gradually merged.

Under the covering of Yellow Paper, its once deathly-blue skin slowly lost its luster, turning a strange, waxy yellow.

The Ghost Infant’s struggles gradually weakened until they stopped completely.

Finally, as the last of its power vanished,

the Ghost Infant’s body collapsed, limp and powerless, and fell heavily to the ground.

It had become a lifeless paper doll, its inner Mysterious Power completely devoured by the Yellow Paper,

without a single trace left behind.

"Spare me! I can turn over a new leaf. I can atone to everyone I’ve hurt."

Seeing how ruthless and decisive Gao Liceng was, Huang Haibo couldn’t help but panic.

Although he still had some Mysterious Power left as a trump card,

he understood the situation with stark clarity. He was no match for this Gao Liceng; there was no point in stubbornly holding out.

He decided it was better to beg for mercy and hope for a slim chance of survival.

Huang Haibo humbled himself completely,

his previous arrogant, vicious, and tyrannical demeanor completely gone.

Seeing Gao Liceng unmoved, Huang Haibo continued, "You’ve already killed my daughter. She paid the price she deserved, and that has hurt me, too.

I know now that I was wrong.

Letting me atone to those people is far more valuable than just killing me."

"You don’t know you were wrong. You just know you’re about to die."

Night had fallen, and a strange silence enveloped the villa.

Only Gao Liceng’s figure stood out, stark against the dead silence.

Her face was cold as frost, unmoved. She simply raised a hand.

In an instant, a powerful, unknown energy surged through the air, and countless sheets of yellowed paper materialized out of thin air.

They swirled and danced in the air, weaving together until they transformed into incomparably sharp blades.

Gleaming with a cold, sinister light, they resembled the scythes of the Death God, weaving into a terrifying storm of Yellow Paper.

This storm, carrying an irresistible power, howled as it swept toward Huang Haibo and the middle-aged woman.

Inside the villa,

every inch of space echoed with the sharp shriek of blades slicing through the air and the gruesome sound of flesh and bone being torn apart.

The sounds intertwined, composing a terrifying symphony of death.

Huang Haibo’s face was as pale as a sheet of paper, his eyes filled with disbelief and deep despair.

He desperately tried to mobilize the Mysterious Power within him to resist,

but all his efforts were pale and futile.

The storm of Yellow Paper rolled in like a surging tide and instantly engulfed him.

Each sharp blade sliced his body with chilling precision, making gruesome, mincing sounds.

His screams were so faint at that moment,

as if mercilessly swallowed by the storm’s roar, finally turning into silent despair.

In that moment, blood became the most glaring embellishment to the storm.

A blade cleanly severed Huang Haibo’s throat, and blood gushed out like a fountain,

but in the next instant, it was shredded to pieces by the following wave of Yellow Paper blades, turning into tiny droplets of blood

that scattered in the air, not a single one touching the ground.

The middle-aged woman’s fate was just as tragic. She screamed in terror, trying to escape the horrifying storm,

but the storm of Yellow Paper followed her like a shadow, mercilessly pulling her in.

Her body was also subjected to the same cruel and relentless slicing, her clothes torn to shreds, her flesh a bloody mess.

Blood and Yellow Paper intertwined,

forming a terrifying picture. The air was thick with the cloying stench of blood and death.

Throughout the villa, there was no other sound besides the howling and slicing of the Yellow Paper storm.

Gao Liceng stood there quietly, like a cold and heartless observer, coldly witnessing it all unfold.

There wasn’t the slightest flicker of emotion in her eyes, only endless indifference and resolve. Perhaps she was already accustomed to such scenes.

Under the storm’s wanton destruction, every inch of the villa was filled with the chilling aura of death.

「Soon, the villa fell silent.」

The ground, once covered by the storm of Yellow Paper, was devoid of any flesh, gore, or even a single trace of blood.

All that remained in the villa were two skeletons. The once-living flesh on their bones had been stripped clean by the sharp Yellow Paper.

The two skeletons stood there, still frozen in the defensive posture they had unconsciously adopted in their final moments of terror.

"You still died too quickly."

Gao Liceng flicked a finger. With the exception of her own body, all the Papermen instantly collapsed into a pile of Yellow Paper scattered on the floor.

Then, Gao Liceng took a box of matches from her pocket, struck one, and lit it.

She then tossed it onto the Yellow Paper covering the floor.

The flickering flame spread in an instant. All the Yellow Paper lost its strange appearance,

becoming unremarkable, just like ordinary yellow paper, and was immediately set ablaze.

The fire spread continuously, engulfing the entire villa in a matter of breaths.

The flames lit up the night.

Other residents nearby were soon alarmed by the blaze.

Security guards from the wealthy neighborhood came running with fire extinguishers.

Other residents hurriedly dialed the fire department.

No one noticed the silhouette of a young girl

as she quietly departed from the other side of the blazing villa.

"Let’s go."

Chu He started walking, heading in the direction the girl had gone.