You Are Asking For Trouble

"Does this mean that the Dark World has declared war with humans?"

The ring was still echoing.

Ye Qingxuan was sitting on the bloody stairs. He took a blood-soaked cigarette from his pocket and lit it.

He sighed. "Hyakume, you are asking for trouble…"

Half an hour ago, Ye Qingxuan was decapitated. His head fell onto the ground with a loud thwop.

Samuel crawled onto Ye Qingxuan and sucked his blood as if insane. Although Ye Qingxuan's blood was burning him, he didn't stop.

The former Master had changed into a blood-sucking monster, and soon, he managed to tear Ye Qingxuan into pieces.

When the clothes of original sin collected itself, it found Samuel chewing on Ye Qingxuan's corpse.

Seeing this, the clothes of original sin could not help sighing. "What a pity."

Ye Qingxuan's broken hand was still nailed to the wall. The clothes of original sin looked at the hand and recalled what Paganini had said to it.