On a three-foot-high red platform, Fang Jiu’s hands and feet were bound with demon-binding ropes. Beneath her lay scorching volcanic rock. Someone tossed in a pebble, and the lava consumed it without a trace.
The crowd’s eyes were filled with disgust, as if the woman had committed some unforgivable, heinous crime.
“Witch, hand over the jade hairpin demon!”
“You’re getting more and more interesting, little girl. I’m almost reluctant to kill you now. Go. I won’t kill you.”
