Zhang Guanxing's blood was nearly frozen solid. He listened to his heartbeat slowing down, dark fog gathering beneath his eyes, the Curse and ominous energy swirling around his pupils, his rationality on the brink of collapse!
The Monster, its seven orifices bleeding, turned its gaze toward Han Fei, it was merging with Zhang Guanxing at a critical moment.
"I know you resent this world, and sometimes I hate it too, so I won't persuade you to let go of your hatred. I just hope you won't torture yourself in this way,"
"Even if you're in pain or feeling terrible, those who hurt you won't feel the slightest guilt, and the world won't be saddened because of you."
"Since that's the case, why can't we try to live differently?"
Dark green veins popped out on his arms, the Dark Energy around Han Fei growing heavier. He seemed to be talking to himself as he walked to the bedroom door and picked up the black jar.