"How do you wish to die?"
Beneath the mask, the voice lacked an iota of emotion, cold to the extreme.
Hannibal looked at the "Du Wei" in front of him and laughed maniacally, "Is this your true nature? I can't believe I'm actually feeling fear, how incredible."
"Unfortunately for you, I've deceived you again, you can't kill me."
"But now, I have a counterpart."
Hannibal trembled with fear, excitement, and other complex emotions.
He had truly been alone for too long.
Since birth, he had never encountered any being of his kind, not even the Dusk Bell hunters or so-called professional psychiatrists; in his eyes, they were merely food.
Human life was as insignificant as weeds.
Across from him.
The Evil Spirit Du Wei stared at Hannibal, its cold malevolence locking him in a death grip.
"A counterpart? This world only needs one of me."
With that.
The Evil Spirit Du Wei stood up, reached out to Hannibal, and slightly clenched his hand.
