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Drip, drip, drip…
The footsteps seemed to have been tainted with the chill of the anatomical room.
Du Wei, wearing a mask, stepped towards the Demon Nun.
He bent down.
The terrifying visage of the Demon Nun was right before his eyes.
Her skin was ashen; her face elongated, with cheekbones deformed so as to appear much higher than a normal person's; a hooked nose like an eagle's beak; lips turned black; deep-set eye sockets.
Only her eyes were tightly shut.
But even so,
Du Wei could feel that long-suppressed evil thought.
Once it broke free from its shackles,
He would be the first one it would kill.
Evil Spirit Du Wei could pin the Demon Nun down with an Evil Spirit Scalpel, but he couldn't do it himself.
All he could do
Was to let it out.
Immediately, Du Wei reached out and grasped the Evil Spirit Scalpel.
The moment he touched it, he felt a prickling pain like that of a needle.
