In the ancient temple, death symbols were everywhere. Skulls swayed on the walls, teeth bells jingled in the wind, bodies lay prostrate before the great hall, and blood seeped into the black stones. The sound of ghastly laughter echoed throughout the temple, like the wailing of a dying beast!
"Hahaha!..."
The White Serpent Samurai held the boy, leaning against the weathered wall. She laughed heartily, tightly closing her hands, covering the boy's eyes.
"The old priest of the Mexica's God of Death that they were looking for, has been killed by me!"
"Damn it! How dare you!"
Bertade angrily took down his longbow, nocking an arrow and aiming directly at the vital points of the samurai. At such a close distance, he was confident that he could pierce through her with a single shot!
"Haha? How did I dare?"
The White Serpent Samurai seemed oblivious. She laughed loudly, glaring at the black wolf statue of the God of Death in the great hall with hatred.
