NovelTrueChapter 596 All Alone ☐☐☐☐ 51%; +8 Pearls The man with glasses, the master of those puppets-told a story about a perfcompany before the members of the Ginger family were completely dead.
The story was long, and Jean didn't have the patience to listen.
It seemed to be his own story. So, he had a grudge against the Ginger family? So this was all revenge? But Jean didn't care. The only thing she cared about was when the Ginger family would finally be completely dead.
Her gaze was icy and indifferent, like a ghost without emotion or warmth.
Although she had lived with the Ginger family for more than ten years, there was barely any affection between them; there was no biological connection either.
Even if they died, it didn't matter. After all, they were accomplices in the deaths of the Abyssal Choir members. Jean thought, watching one Ginger family member after another die in agony before her eyes. Go to hell and keep them company.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtSarah couldn't stop it; she couldn't even process what was happening. She sat there, stiff and paralyzed, overwhelmed by the sudden horror.
The man, having finally avenged himself, couldn't help but smile in satisfaction.
Jean stood in the shadows, silently watching them both.
Her lips curved into a cold, bloodthirsty smile. She looked like a demon that had crawled out of hell, her entire body radiating a dark and menacing aura.
You two have to die, too! Every last one of you! Rot in hell, all of you! Over the past few years, Jean hadn't just been running the Abyssal Choir; she'd been actively learning all kinds of skills.
By chance, she'd cacross an ancient manuscript-and from it, she'd learned a sinister form of psychological hypnosis.
Later, she handed the manuscript over to the rest of the Abyssal Choir, hoping they could learn it too; but strangely, they all failed.
It seemed that aside from her, no one else could grasp the technique.
Was it my natural talent? Or was there something strange about the manuscript itself? Jean didn't know. That said, she rarely used the hypnosis-especially in crowded settings.
Because hypnosis was an indiscriminate attack.
Once she activated it, everyone present-friend or foe-would fall under the spell, unless they were already well- versed in the technique themselves.
Even after all this tfighting Sarah, Jean had never gotten a chance to use this "ultimate weapon." Now, without a doubt, the timing was perfect.
1/2 12:14 Sun, 24 Aug OD Chapter 596 All Alone Because there was no one left standing behind Jean.
She was completely alone; one person, no backup-nothing to fear.
☐☐☐☐ 51%- +8 Pearls Jean stepped out from the shadows, slowly, one foot after the other, until she stood in front of Sarah and the man.
That cold smile still clung to her face; the chill in her eyes was sharp enough to freeze the air.
"You actually cto us yourself," the man said when he saw Jean He didn't look surprised heonty om' narrowed his eyes slightly, watching her with a smirk that wasn't quite a smile.
The thin rims of his glasses caught a faint glint of light, making it impossible to read the emotions in his eyes "We were just about to cfind you. Once you're dead. Abyssal Choir will be finished and this mission will be a complete success." To him, destroying the Abyssal Choir was just an added bonus. His ultimate goal had already been achieved; the Ginger family had died horribly right in front of him-his lifelong wish fulfilled.
Now, he just needed to honor his promise to Sarah.
This so-called leader of the infamous Abyssal Choir would soon fall...
Jean's smile only grew brighter, her voice light and airy, like raindrops drifting through a cold wind. "Then let's see who dies first..." As she spoke, her expression darkened.
Her eyes turned pitch-black; her lips parted and began to move ever so slightly-murmuring something under her breath.
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