Life at this moment was fragile, like tofu, even more so than tofu!
"Sizzle!"
Blood gushed from a bowl-sized hole, and then two mutilated bodies fell to the ground with a thud, kicking up a cloud of dust. This was the only sound they made before leaving this world.
At this moment, Shi Buddha was staring closely at the scene. Following his gaze, one could see an almost invisible silver thread hanging in midair. If Shi Buddha hadn't known in advance what weapon the Ghost-faced God of Killing used, he probably wouldn't have noticed it either.
"Swoosh!"
With a slight tremor, the Ghost-faced God of Killing retracted his weapon.
It was that hair-thin silver thread that had just decapitated the two men. The two Black Poppies would likely die without ever knowing that this thread had severed their heads.
"Your methods are still as sharp as always!" Shi Buddha couldn't help but praise.
