If shadows could speak, they would surely curse Du Wei with venomous hate.
But they could not.
When Du Wei put on the mask, the shadow unguardedly appeared in the world of the mirror.
It had become the Masked Evil Spirit by nature.
Once Du Wei put on the mask, the bloodshot eyes were both the shell and the shadow.
Therefore.
Du Wei staring at the little girl on the swing was tantamount to the shadow also fixating on her.
The target appeared.
Malice surged like a tide, recklessly emanating from Du Wei's shell.
The shadow stared unrelentingly at the little girl, its malice growing ever more intense.
Feeling the evil thoughts swirling in his mind, Du Wei suddenly had a bold idea.
If the shadow controlled his body and followed its killing method, perhaps it could come up with something new.
So, Du Wei simply handed over control of his body to the shadow.
After all, he could reclaim it at any time.
The next second.
