Or rather, it's the body Yueshu is inhabiting.
The director was covered in blood, Alpha's white shirt was dyed a vivid red, but his eyes were exceptionally bright and burning.
"Hey, this body's self-healing ability is actually much better than before. The way the blood gushes out is quite refreshing!"
As he spoke, he shook the blood off his hands, while a three-month-old Black Cat keychain clung to his wrist, unable to be flung off.
The director talked to himself, yet noticed Xu Shuo showed no interest in engaging with him.
So, he too looked up at the sky.
The scorched yellow pupils occupied the entire orphanage's sky. No matter where one was, it seemed possible to lock eyes with it just by looking up.
He gave a grin to the gigantic eye above and then raised his axe, swinging it down forcefully!
Splurch—!
The sharp axe cut through iron like it was mud!
Blood splattered from the ten-year-old boy's body.
