The moment the black ring touched the soulless finger.
A chill shot from his fingertips straight to his forehead.
As if his whole soul had been twitched by something, Ling Xun Wu's body trembled violently, and his fingers reflexively tried to shake off this piece of shit.
But it was stuck on his index finger.
The harder you pull, the tighter it becomes.
"Fuck."
Ling Xunwu took a breath of air, shook his hand, and looked at the dark thing wrapped around his finger like a snake.
Wrong. Not pestering.
It twisted on its own, found a comfortable position, and then - embedded itself in.
