The Red Robe raised his right hand, the robe on his body spreading forward like blood, transforming into a dagger-like spike.
He stared at the handsome young boy asleep on the bed, slowly moving forward, raising the spike in his hand.
"This task is much simpler than I imagined."
The Red Robe thought inwardly, watching as he stabbed straight at the handsome boy before him,
"One hundred souls, no, with this fresh soul, it's one hundred and one..."
Just when the spike was about to descend, the dull sound of flesh being pierced resounded.
The Red Robe felt a sharp pain in his chest, looked down, and saw a black short knife penetrating his chest!
"Aaaah!"
The Red Robe's piercing scream instantly filled the entire bedroom!
The Red Robe roared in anger, swinging the spike violently to sweep back, but the person behind him quickly dodged!
"Huh? Still not dead?"
