"Uh!"
Feng Jiu only felt a cold wind passing by. That wind was so strong and the wind blade so fierce that she rolled back with a scream. She took advantage of that and turned over, stabilising her body. She stood firmly and looked at the figure that was blocking her path three metres in front of her.
The black robe was blowing in the night breeze and made a whirring sound. The old woman was hunched over and held a white crutch in her hand. On the top of the white crutch was a human baby skull.
The whole aura of her had changed, she had become cold and bloodthirsty, her dry-well like eyes were an eerie blood red as she stared at Feng Jiu: "Little girl, it is very dangerous out here, come back with me quickly!"
However, after taking one look at her, Feng Jiu backed away quickly, turned and swept away to the other side.
"Don't run, you won't be able to escape…."
