Bizarre Realm-Chapter 358 - 21: Sacrificial Rite! Codename—Lady of the House! (3)

From a modern perspective, many people in Dusk Town could be directly sentenced to death.

Because a vast interest chain has long formed here, any escaped slaves will be swiftly recaptured. They are ruthless not only to outsiders but also to their own people. Not long ago, the wife and daughter of a bankrupt fabric merchant were sold into slavery, and it is said that his wife, still quite charming, was very popular at the secret gatherings of the nobility.

A completely naked female slave was shackled to a wooden plank, her body covered with filthy scars, with thin traces of blood seeping from her recently whipped back.

She was already near death but still refused to submit.

The bald executioner took a sip from a wine bottle and then sprayed it onto her wounds, filling the dungeon with her piercing, anguished screams.

This was the price of her offending those in the Upper Position.

"What did they say up there?" he glanced at the person behind him and asked.

An elderly hunchbacked butler, looking rather sleazy, lingered over the woman’s body with his gaze. If it weren’t for her special use, she would have long been thrown into the cellar to be ravaged. He lowered his head and said, "Someone is offering a high price for a resentful woman’s corpse capable of transforming into a Banshee."

"Her will is so strong, she might endure the desecrating transformation ritual."

With a hint of cruelty in his eyes, the bald man nodded, "Understood. Should we soak her in preservatives?"

The hunched old man shook his head, "No need."

Wisps of gray fog appeared.

As they were speaking, a lean figure suddenly and eerily appeared behind them.

It was a young and handsome man, tall and slender, wearing a well-tailored gray suit. He glanced at the people in front of him, clapped his hands, and laughed, "Just these two then."

"Don’t eat the wrong ones!"

As the words fell.

In the gray mist, countless strands of eerie, flying hair instantly extended, and Lavinia’s remnant soul appeared in the gray fog of the Spirit Realm. Numerous strands pierced the bodies of the two people in front of her, not even allowing them to utter a scream before the bizarre black strands pierced their skin, eyes, and organs, surging like seaweed, through their mouth and nose, into their bodies, causing their throats to swell. The next second, their Life Force was rapidly drained, and within a single breath, they were reduced to two terrifying corpses.

But this was only the beginning!

After draining their husks, Lavinia’s remnant soul dragged their souls out with the eerie strands, piercing the curled-up souls, as their liquid-like Power of Soul was absorbed completely, leaving only an empty ’Shell of the Soul’.

— Shell of the Soul?!

The nearly transparent Shell of the Soul was almost like an Invisible Servant, devoid of consciousness or self, leaving only an empty shell.

Lavinia’s remnant soul remained insatiably hungry.

Countless strands of eerie black hair flew in the air, as the spreading gray mist touched the shackled woman.

"Enough!"

Shawn snorted coldly, and a rune appeared in his palm. The next second, Lavinia’s remnant soul let out a pained moan, withdrawing her flying strands, vanishing bit by bit from the Realm of Reality.

After the pact was fulfilled.

The souls she consumed, their consequences were Shawn’s burden, enabling her to enter the Realm of Reality from the Spirit Realm.

The souls and flesh of the two men hadn’t satisfied her, and Lavinia’s hunger would backlash on her master when it became unbearable.

Lavinia was exceedingly greedy!

Shawn slowly walked to the gallows, calmly gazing at the naked woman. Her body had almost no intact skin left, but her once-beautiful visage could still be discerned. She seemed around twenty years old, judging by her facial features, not from the Dorne Region, possibly a highlander from Misol or Miller Region.

Her voice was extremely hoarse, murmuring, "Who are you..."

With a gentle wave of Shawn’s hand, the heavy shackles instantly opened, employing a simple Tapping Skill, and he said plainly, "Aemon."

"Do you still want to live?"

The woman nodded with difficulty, too weak to speak any words.

She had a decent talent, but ordinary people seldom have the chance to ascend to a Transcendent. Such talent being used as material for a Banshee transformation corpse—Shawn’s gaze held a mild murderous intent; some people in the Realm of Reality truly deserved to face the Devil.

Shawn gently raised a finger, causing a quivering flesh aggregate to materialize before the woman, speaking calmly, "Eat it."

The woman seemed to know what it was; in her eyes, a strong will to survive erupted, along with a slight flame of hope and hatred.

She used her remaining strength to clutch the disgusting, stinking flesh mass, chewing vigorously, her face covered in blood and filth, illustrating the most primitive method of integrating Extraordinary Relics.

A Secret Technique pact materialized in Shawn’s palm, and he said flatly, "From now on."

"You shall be called Lady of the House."

The position of ’Lady of the House’ in the Gray Whisper Hermitage still remained vacant; the previous Lady of the House had died in Dorne City, but this woman exuded a fierce determination. Perhaps she could assume that role.

While speaking, Shawn’s brow furrowed suddenly, sensing someone invoking ’Aemon’ through a sacrificial ritual.

The fish had bitten the bait.

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