All sorts of odors rushed into his nostrils. Qing Ge had not expected that even after sacrificing so many living people, he would still be dragged into the Shadow World.
"This monster's appetite is getting bigger and bigger."
Having lost his vision and hearing, it was as if he was trapped in a cage, but Qing Ge was not afraid. All his confidence stemmed from the Black Blade in his hand.
The blade was not originally black, but it had soaked up blood and corporeal oils and was wiped daily with talismans, filling it with an evil essence.
"Each odor represents a person. I can't distinguish the good from the bad, but as long as I kill anything that comes near me, I will eventually be able to leave."
Cripple Bay Village's Dog Cellar was a place that Situ An valued highly. He didn't care about the monster's abilities within the Dog Cellar; what he needed was something else.
