Chapter 323: What Kind of Ghosts Does He Have in His Heart

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"The unknown ghosts and monsters are about to encircle us; we're just fish on the chopping board, and it's already a stroke of luck that we can cling to life. You still think about taking everyone out of here? That's completely unrealistic!" Youyou was as anxious as an ant on a hot pan, with monsters slowly closing in on the monitor, that sense of oppression almost driving her mad.

Before death, she could no longer conceal her inner self, exposing the most genuine human nature.

The door to the Punishment Room was pried open by a crack from the distorted faith, and the Faceless Clay Sculpture on the operating table, drawing its last breaths, heard Youyou's cries. Its heart seemed to bleed, for Youyou's words were its exact predicament.

Struggling with its last strength, but all resistance was futile; chains dug into its soul, and after the Faceless Clay Sculpture was dragged into the Punishment Room, it couldn't even destroy itself.