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"This card, is very evil..."
Du Wei looked at the card that bore an image of himself dressed in a tailcoat, identical to him, and his pupils shrank slightly.
Aside from the moon and his doppelgänger, the entire card's pattern and background were exactly the same as the painting on the second floor.
At the same time, an inexplicable chilly sensation slowly emerged from the depths of his heart and lingered stubbornly.
Looking at the card again, Du Wei felt as if he had somehow established a connection with the Evil Spirit.
All of a sudden.
A buzzing sound came into his ears, and his heart began to ache slightly.
The scenery before his eyes also changed abruptly.
It was a vision of death...
Old, dilapidated buildings stood in the night; he, masked and holding a black umbrella with a lighter in hand, walked along the deserted streets. In the darkness, many indistinct figures whispered lowly, seeming to discuss something.
