Even After Death

As the dark blood oozed out of Olivia and Jacqueline, the excruciating pain zapped through their bodies.

Olivia was on the brink of losing herself, and Jacqueline was no less better.

Jacqueline had always been arrogant her whole life, but now, she struggled to quell the urge to scream. All she could do was watch the filthy blood flowing out of her.

The pain was too much to hold in, causing Olivia to shake. She tightly clutched the hem of her shirt, trying not to break the ritual.

According to their plan, the bleeding was supposed to stop after a certain period.

Jacqueline's bleeding showed an indication of stopping, but not Olivia's. Olivia lost more blood than Jacqueline did. She was basically sitting in a pool of dark blood! It was as though something was sucking her blood dry out of her.

Olivia noticed the situation and started panicking. But she didn't dare to do anything because she wasn't the witch. Plus, she hadn't dealt with curses. What if she interrupted the ritual and ended up dying instead?

Ethan shared the same thought. He wasn't a witch and knew nothing about curses. There was nothing that he could do for her either.

He shifted his gaze to Alexander. The witch who cast the curse on them should know a way.

Yet, Alexander had no intention of helping Olivia! He chanted a spell, trying to break Jacqueline free from the curse. And he succeeded!

He sneered, "I promised to lift the curse, but I didn't specify whose. Whatever happens to Olivia has nothing to do with me."

"You!" Ethan gnawed his jaw.

Alexander retreated while carrying Jacqueline. "You'd better not do anything reckless. It took me ten years to reformulate this curse. Don't touch the dark blood either. Others will die from touching it. You're useless now, Olivia Fordham. Go to hell!"

He clearly knew a way to break the curse, but he didn't do it for Olivia. He wanted her dead.

Olivia bit her lip until it bled, trying to put up with the pain.

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Olivia's bleeding promptly stopped.

Alexander looked at the girl in the corner. He had watched her blow a flute before, but she wasn't using the same instrument then! He had simply assumed that she was

playing music to kill time, but she turned out to be a witch like him too!

The flute she was using right now seemed to be made from animal bones.

As the melodious rhythm stopped the bleeding, Olivia could finally

the

catch a breath after experience net

excruciating pain.

"Kill her. Hurry!" Jacqueline growled, annoyed that Olivia was still alive.

"We should go. I have a bad feeling about this." Alexander pulled Jacqueline to the boat.

Right then, a long hoot whistled. It was an owl.

Willow blew her instrument again.

Olivia gritted her teeth while covering her wound. "You're never gonna escape from here!"