At that time, Old Madam Murong didn't know that there was something even more terrifying waiting for her.
Her body first began to decay. Then, her soul was also eroded. Her soul was stained with black bit by bit, rotting like a corpse…
This pain that made her wish she was dead seemed to come from the depths of her soul.
She had seen the "blackness" in her soul spread with her own eyes. A madness had invaded the depths of her soul. She felt that she wanted to kill someone and drink his blood, and she couldn't suppress her killing intent bit by bit.
Even more frightening was the fact that her mouth, her fingers, began to move occasionally, especially when she smelled blood. The sense of loss was even stronger.
She was afraid that one day she would completely lose her mind. She was afraid that when she woke up one day, she would slaughter all the living beings in the world.
She didn't want to hurt anyone.
