"Ah--"

Rye let out a scream!

He didn't know what method Mitch used under his neck, neatly cutting a slit from under his neck, tearing off the entire face skin!

Rye forcefully smashed the bell in his hand onto Mitch's body, pressing the bell hard against Mitch!

However, in the next moment, the bell was caught by Mitch!

Mitch grabbed the bell and effortlessly took it away, holding it in his hand and examining it carefully.

"You killed me, yet you still want to use the thing I gave you to protect yourself?" Mitch sneered. "Rye, weren't you trying to surpass me? How come you can't even make a bell, and yet you're still holding onto this one that I gave you?"

"This is really... you made me sick again."

Mitch's heart sank, and the bell in his hand instantly turned into powder!

Rye's scalp tingled. This bell can be considered a well-deserved national treasure. In the present world, only he and His Majesty each have one...

Now, it is easily crushed by Mitch, which used to be the opposite.

What... what is he exactly now...?!

Rye didn't have time to think much before being thrown heavily!

Boom-

The vase on one side of the shelf was knocked over, and the vase also fell down with a bang and shattered.

The cinnabar in the vase was spilled all over the floor.

Cinnabar wards off evil. Rye disregarded everything and grabbed the cinnabar, fiercely throwing it forward!

Rye went crazy, wildly throwing cinnabar while screaming like a maniac.

"You went to die... You died!"

"I killed you, I killed you!"

Susu...

The crimson cinnabar scattered and flew in the air, just like the blood mist that spurted out when Darla's head was severed ten years ago.

The room fell silent in an instant, and the non-white shadow in front of my eyes suddenly disappeared.

Rye's chest tightened as he stared ahead with wide eyes, and sure enough, he saw Mitch disappear.

He let out a sigh of relief and felt a burning sensation on his face. Unable to help himself, he trembled as he got up and looked at his face in the bronze mirror...

Only half of the face had been torn off, blood was dripping, and the other side of the face was not much better, with several torn pieces of skin forming several horrifying wounds.

"Ah..."

Rye's fingers trembled, and he dared not touch it at all. The pain was so intense that he almost fainted.

"Does that hurt?" Mitch's voice suddenly echoed softly in his ear.

Rye's heart skipped a beat and he widened his eyes.

In the bronze mirror, Mitch slightly bent over and leaned against him, saying, "When Darla had her head chopped off, it hurt more than what you're feeling now. And when Jacob was split in half, it also hurt more than what you're feeling now..."

"Mitch... you, you..." Rye stammered.

Mitch laughed, "Are you asking me why I haven't died yet?"

"Was your statement so foolish?"

"If I had been so easily killed, how could I have stepped through the gates of your Waylon's Mansion?"

The Waylon's Mansion had twelve divine beasts suppressing its gates, with a pair of door gods posted on each gate, and black dog teeth buried on every step.

Could he come in peacefully if he were a ghost afraid of cinnabar?

Mitch slowly raised his hand, and this time his palm pressed on top of Rye's head!

"Rye, do you know how I have spent these past ten years? I have been constantly thinking about the day when I will twist your head off!"

He looked at Rye's face in the bronze mirror and softly said, "But I don't want to do it anymore..."

Rye trembled like a sieve and quickly said, "Yes, yes, Mitch, we were brothers, you can't treat me like this..."

Mitch chuckled, "You misunderstood, I meant I can't just twist off your head and let you die so easily."

"So, let's take it step by step!"

As soon as the words fell, Rye felt a chill on top of his head. In the mirror, his skull was lifted by Mitch!

Rye was so scared that he let out a scream like a pig being slaughtered.

He could even see his own white brain moving!

Mitch's hands were covered in blood, but he made a 'shh' gesture and said, "Don't worry, I'm here. I guarantee you won't die."

Rye's screams alarmed others, and an old man with completely white hair and a hunched back was carried over by someone.

As soon as the door was opened, this scene of devastation was seen!

Rye's face was covered in blood, and to make matters worse, his skull was missing. Mitch was holding something pale in his hand, with dark, matted hair stuck to it...

It was Rye's skull!

Everyone was so scared by the scene that they kept stepping back, and Howard, Rye's dad, was almost scared to death. It took a while for them to recover.

"M-Mitch!" exclaimed Howard in shock, "How could you..."

Mitch lifted Rye's skull and admired it for a while, chuckling, "How did you come back, huh?"

"My dear mentor, what do you say? How do you say I came back!"

Mitch stared straight at the old man in front of him.

After a moment's pause, Howard sternly said, "Mitch, you were already dead. This world is not where you should be, it goes against the natural order! Leave immediately!"

"A master-disciple relationship, the master did not want to make the situation too ugly!"

He had a stern expression and wanted to exert the same kind of pressure on Mitch as his mentor did when he was alive.