The dagger hung above her head, her next move was obvious: only by prying open the skull and removing the brain, could she possibly escape Meng Huafan's control—at least, Ma Jing believed so.
"You are... do you want to turn me into... a monster?"
Snail Girl gasped in pain, but her eyes were wide open, glaring angrily at her former elder sister.
"Haha, am I a monster in your eyes?"
Ma Jing shook her head.
"I have become this way, and you know who's to blame. Moreover, in my view, the real monster is you, manipulated and transformed... but still, it's not your fault."
She reversed her grip on the dagger, raised it high, and was about to thrust it into Snail Girl's nape, repeating the phrase:
"Let me free you from your bonds—"
A cold gleam flashed, the dagger mercilessly descended.
