A grey-blue curse lingered around Tomie Kawakami, and the upper body that still had a human shape was so weird on the twisted limbs that filled most of the room, almost revealing a disgusting and blasphemous beauty that humans could not understand.
The pale moonlight cast a careless glance from the window. The real person was holding the immature newborn curse spirit in his arms. He kissed Fu Jiang's fearful tears affectionately with an attitude that could be called pity.
"That's great. Tomie, who was born from my love, can never leave me."
The real person arched his eyebrows and eyes innocently, and traces of malice flowed out of his words.
Intention: Everything is gradually heading towards destruction