"So many have died, why hasn't this damned door opened?"
The Witch of the Moon was unable to pass through the Forest White Gate, her expression somewhat collapsing.
Upon her, it seemed as if one black leech after another was trying to crawl out.
"You're going mad, control yourself! Don't harm us!"
Jacob shouted angrily, his heart seeming to bleed as his subordinates, too, had suffered heavy losses!
He looked at Chikatilo with a cold expression, "You must know something, right? Stop trying to hide it, or we'll kill you right here!"
"I indeed do have some guesses... The first door required blood, the second required delicious meat..."
Chikatilo came to the Forest White Gate and touched the gate. Spirituality gushed out.
Above the Forest White Gate, complex and splendid patterns lit up one after another, and a hymn written in the spiritual document reads:
[On the first day, Si Sui made me offer fresh blood]
[On the second day, He made me offer delicious meat]
