"RIIIP~ RIIIP~~"

The moment Qin Xiaoxia’s second sentence in the Magic Language ended, a sound like tearing cloth came from Haohao.

But anyone could see that Haohao’s clothes were perfectly intact.

What kind of language was that?

A storm of shock raged in Su Su’s heart. The physical sensations could be explained away.

But the feeling in his soul was something ordinary people never experience. It was an indescribable sensation, a trembling more profound than any physical shudder, feeling as if it was both inside and outside his body.

’They... they really are...!’

As his heart pounded, Su Su fought to suppress the urge to speak.

This miraculous sound obviously wasn’t directed at him. He could only imagine the immense pressure the one truly facing it must be under right now.

Haohao’s parents and uncle weren’t thinking as far ahead as Su Su, but they understood one thing at the very least.

’Haohao can be saved!’

Of course, a small worry remained: whether the "exorcism" process would affect Haohao himself.

But at this point, all they wanted was to get Haohao back. They couldn’t worry about anything else.

As parents, they could feel their child slipping further and further away.

Meanwhile, Doudou was exceptionally curious about the power Qin Xiaoxia’s Magic Language displayed.

Its restrictive power was clearly far stronger than that of normal Magic Language.

Setting aside the inner thoughts of the onlookers...

"Haohao" was now like a small insect trapped in a spider’s web.

An invisible pressure seemed to suck "Haohao" to the floor.

Everyone could clearly see "Haohao" struggling violently, his skin flushing red from the strain.

"AHHHHHHHHH—"

"REEEEEE—"

...

Its voice shifted from mournful wails to sharp shrieks, each cry piercing the eardrums of the four people in the room—everyone but Qin Xiaoxia and Doudou.

But besides the discomfort in their ears, everyone could faintly discern the undisguised pain and fear in the sounds.

’Like a wild animal with its leg caught in a trap!’

The thought flashed through Su Su’s mind.

He had seen a vaguely similar sight during his childhood when he went hunting abroad with his maternal grandfather.

"Old Guo!"

Haohao’s mother anxiously grabbed the barbecue shop owner’s arm, unable to bear the sound of her son’s agonized screams.

But the two men she relied on were just as uncertain.

"It’s okay, it’s okay... That’s not Haohao screaming!"

"Big Brother is right, that’s not Haohao!"

Thankfully, this area was part of a village. The residents were all neighbors who visited each other often and had good relationships.

If this were a city apartment complex, such terrifying noises would have prompted the upstairs and downstairs neighbors to call building management, if not the police.

...

Ever since his "Elfification," Qin Xiaoxia’s innate magical intuition, born from his own Magic Power, had also begun to awaken.

This kind of application, relying on the nature of his Original Magic Power, often didn’t require systematic knowledge. It was more like an inspiration drawn from his very blood and soul.

However, the effect also had a side that surprised Qin Xiaoxia.

In his Visual Sense.

The bizarre thing before him was struggling bitterly. It wasn’t just Haohao’s blurred and indistinct face; the creature’s main body also appeared to be in extreme pain.

But strictly speaking, his Magic Language wasn’t offensive in nature.

He soon discovered the reason.

It was the Magic Power coiling around "Haohao"!

"RIIIP~ RIIIP~"

The sound of tearing cloth rang out again, clearer than before.

Only Qin Xiaoxia could see what was happening. Not even Doudou could perceive it.

It was the threads of purple Magic Power, fine as arcs of electricity.

They were corroding "Haohao"—or more accurately, the Magic Power was corroding the thing that had possessed Haohao.

Each time an "electric arc" flashed, it was accompanied by wisps of burning purple flame. And whenever that happened, the sound of tearing cloth would follow.

But besides howling, the thing never spoke a word.

Qin Xiaoxia stood less than half a meter from "Haohao," looking down on it.

He wasn’t a sadist and had no interest in playing games of torture. Growing tired of not getting the response he wanted, Qin Xiaoxia began to feel annoyed.

Wind. A wind was rising.

Inside a room with no open windows!

For the first time since entering the room, Doudou moved away from Qin Xiaoxia, hiding behind Su Su with a hint of fear.

This made Su Su glance at Doudou in slight surprise, before whipping his head back to look at Qin Xiaoxia.

Doudou hid behind Su Su, subconsciously clutching at his pants.

In Doudou’s view, Qin Xiaoxia had transformed from his "normal state."

A tangible-looking purple aura began to spread from Qin Xiaoxia’s body. Above him, an invisible presence flickered like the outer flame of a fire, exerting immense pressure on Doudou.

And, of course, on the thing on the floor.

The airflow in the room was actually being stirred by the volatile Magic Power.

Qin Xiaoxia was enjoying this feeling; it allowed him to deeply experience his own power.

That wind... Even though he suspected the thing on the floor might not possess the intelligence to "answer questions," he couldn’t be bothered with such details.

He had no obligation to treat his prisoner kindly.

Qin Xiaoxia crouched down, closing the distance between himself and "Haohao."

"SZZZZZ..."

A sound like sizzling fat began to rise from Haohao’s body again.

The people watching could even see Haohao’s limbs convulse and straighten as if they were being heated.

"AHHHHHHHHH—"

A tearing scream erupted from "Haohao."

But the sound lasted only half a second before it was abruptly cut off.

Qin Xiaoxia’s right hand shot out like lightning, clamping directly around "Haohao’s" neck.

"Ah—!"

That cry came from Haohao’s mother. She nearly rushed forward to stop Qin Xiaoxia but was held back tightly by her husband.

Judging by the force of his grip, her husband was just as tense.

But this wasn’t some melodrama. Normal people could still tell right from wrong. They weren’t like those useless teammates in movies who rush in at the critical moment and get in the protagonist’s way.

As expected!

Qin Xiaoxia, still gripping "Haohao’s" neck, slowly stood up, keeping his arm locked in a chokehold.

"RIIIP~ RIIIP~ RIIIP~~~~ SZZZZZZ~~~~"

The sound had become somewhat shrill!

The furniture and utensils in the room began to vibrate with a THUMP THUMP THUMP and a RUMBLE RUMBLE RUMBLE.

The air swirled around the "two" figures at the center.

Su Su’s eyes went wide, and he clapped both hands over his mouth.

Meanwhile, the three adults of the Guo family huddled together, clenching their fists to both express and alleviate their feelings.

That’s right—Qin Xiaoxia had stood up, and he was choking a "thing."

And Haohao? He was still lying on the floor!

Countless repulsive, gray-black, eerie threads connected the thing in Qin Xiaoxia’s hand to Haohao.

It was obvious that Qin Xiaoxia had the thing in a death grip and was pulling the rest of it out of Haohao’s body.

Yes, everyone could see it now, including Su Su and the three members of the Guo family.

As more and more of the "threads" were pulled out, they gradually coalesced into a blurry, illusory figure in front of Qin Xiaoxia’s hand.

What appeared to be its head was being crushed by a powerful right hand. The rest of its body struggled feebly, twitching from time to time.

The ripping and sizzling sounds all originated from it.

Seeing that his method was effective, the corners of Qin Xiaoxia’s mouth curved into a smirk for the first time since he entered the house.

From point-blank range.

A Magic Language, paradoxically both resonant and hoarse, and countless times more powerful than before, erupted from Qin Xiaoxia’s mouth.

"Sa~ha~la~na~~Kuro-ri-bando~~~!!!"

The third time, and the last.

The captured thing trembled violently.

"A~ri~~ya~~~A~sa~ku~~~~"

A mournful shriek rang out.

With just those two words, the thing in his hand shuddered violently, then went still.

In that instant, all the noise in the room fell into an eerie silence.

"Big Cousin... It... I think it’s dead..."

The thing in Qin Xiaoxia’s hand had now been completely stripped away from Haohao. It hung limply, turning transparent.

Bit by bit, drop by drop.

A mist-like effect was dissipating from its body.

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The update is a bit late. The second Chapter’s update will be even later, so feel free to check back tomorrow~