Is there something in the body of a vengeful spirit?

And why is that vengeful spirit... so similar to the God Son of White Mur?

This question is not clear.

He took a last look at Sato Wastelou behind him, then turned his head to look at what he took out from the body of the resentful spirit—

This is a notepad with white powder as the background color. Its surface has turned yellow and there are signs of wear on the edges.

After a while, the Notepad was turned on.

There are beautiful handwriting on the title page.

"White Misty...Masako..."

Sure enough, that resentful woman was related to the Bai Wu family.

It is even possible that the resentful spirit of the Sixth Imperial Curse is something created by the Baiwu family.

Under the name, there is still a line of small characters.

It says:

The paranoid worship of "Immortality" is the "thorn" that hinders the progress of Bai Wu's family... It is undoubtedly painful to get rid of "thorn", but you cannot be afraid of pain and always be in this "thorn".

"Can you not die of worship?"

Xicheng style talked to himself and continued to look down:

The first day of imprisonment.

‘Today is the third day I was taken to this place. The request a few days ago seemed to have worked. They decided to give me paper and pen and let me write a diary for fun. Today is the day of the week...? I was knocked out and brought here should be Tuesday... No, the memory seems a little confused. But Yongjihuihui? Is this the name given to their organization by those who rebel from the Baiwu family? Yongjihui... Yongjihuihui... Yongjihuihuihuihui...? Sister of the Gods...?

The notes on the first page end here.

But even so, Xicheng Style has obtained a lot of information clues.

"It turns out that the people in the Yongji Society are those who betray the Baiwu family..."

Moreover, looking at this description, it seems that this ceremony called "Eternal Sacrifice" must be held to obtain "Immortality".

And sister of the God Son... Here, Masako Bai Wu should refer to the God Son of the White Mist.

Keep watching the West City Style:

Being imprisoned the next day.

‘Why? It’s obvious that everyone is a member of the Baiwu family... Why do you do such a cruel thing? Even if you use the flower dew from the secret flower of the Baiwu Temple, you can’t create an immortal person again... Because the Son of God in this position is the sister... If you don’t perform the eternal sacrifice ceremony and hand over the identity of the Son of God, you will never be able to become an immortal person.’

"White Wu Temple, this should be a place. And the flower of Mizu... According to the notes, it should be something that is needed to create immortals."

Xicheng style touched his chin and looked back.

Incarcerated on the third day.

The graceful handwriting began to be disordered.

'Today is the third day. The people who injected the 'Text Flower Dew' yesterday have died, and their organs have been dug out... I am so scared! I am really scared! Sister God! Sister God! Can I see you again? Can I still go out alive? If I can go out alive... Sister God... Will you still greet me with a quiet smile? Will you still make me...Does my favorite donuts?'

'I really miss you, the sister of God who has a quiet smile every day, smart and wise... I... don't want my sister to suffer this kind of torture.'

The son of the White Mist? A quiet smile? Intelligent and wise?

Is this person talking about that ice sculpture stupid egg?

Xicheng style opened her mouth, and she didn't know what to say for a while.

He continued to look down.

Day 4.

‘I was injected with cauliflower today. It hurts so much...it hurts so much. Even my brain is about to be dug out and I was stirred with a fork...it hurts so much! Sister Godson... Sister Godson...'

Next is the fifth day and the sixth day.

I haven't written any extra things these days, but just mechanized records.

According to the notes, Masako Shiraki was imprisoned in the underground of Sato rental building and was injected with a certain amount of "Mito Nori" every day.

Because Masako Bai Wu is the sister of the Godzi of Bai Wu and has a certain degree of direct bloodline, she can continue to persevere even if she injects with flower dew.

But this does not mean that Masako Shiraki is safe and sound.

The thing called "Tianzhihualu" seems to bring great burden to people's spirit.

The handwriting left on the notes also began to become crazy and hideous.

‘It hurts so much, so much, so much, so much, so much, so much, so much, so much, so much, so much, so much, so much, so much, so much, so much, so much, so much, so much, so... but... I understand. It’s the sister of God that is not good... it’s the sister of God that did something bad?!’

‘Will I suffer this kind of sin when that person did something bad?’

‘Unfair! Unfair! Unfair!’

The extremely depressing environment and the constant erosion pain finally overwhelmed Masako Baiwu.

Flip backwards in the West City style.

The handwriting of the notes in my hand is becoming increasingly difficult to identify and becomes increasingly ferocious.

Half a month, one month, forty days.

The notes turned into resentment, and the dissatisfaction with the son of Baiwu was expressed in hideous words.

Just when Xicheng Style was still thinking about whether the following content would be like this—

A page was completely empty in the middle.

Xicheng style pinched the footer and continued to turn.

At the end of the notes, resentment, ferocity, paranoia and craziness completely dissipated.

Masako Shiraki wrote this.

‘I’m sorry... I’m sorry. I clearly can’t think so. Sister God Son... But I really don’t want to die... I really don’t want to die!’

‘I want to see you again! I still want to-’

Long dash.

Just when Xicheng Style was about to look down.

But I found that the dead energy in my body spontaneously emerged.

It actually resonated with this notebook vaguely!

When he raised his head again, the scenery around him had completely changed.

The death energy resonates with the strong longing of the notes in the body of the resentful spirit, and can actually restore the scene of that year.

The dark and damp basement, the smelly room, the yellow bedding in the corner, the bucket full of feces... and the disheveled hair... the girl with bloody pussy on her face, body, hands and feet.

"Sister Son of God...Sister Son of God..."

She was holding the pink and white notebook tightly in her hand.

That was the cleanest thing in this dirty and imprisoned place.

Masako Shiraki's eyes had lost their luster.

The only thing she could do was just mechanical, calling out with angrily... and calling out loudly.

I hope that the person can come to find her.

No matter who it is, when you see such a tragic scene, you will probably think of helping the girl who fell to the ground.

But before Xicheng style can lift his hand—

A group of men wearing pale monk robes broke in.

"Even the direct bloodline of the White Mist can't withstand the transformation of the 'Dense Flower Dew'...? It seems that this time it failed again."

Looking at the dying girl on the ground.

Someone sighed in pain.

"It seems that it still needs that person...the 'Son of God' in this position."

Someone whispered an idea.

"Don't worry. The deputy head of the family has already left a backup plan. In a few days, we will get everything we want. Let's not talk about this, let's start."

The leader ended in a fanatical tone.

then--

The shiny knives lit up.

A narrow parenchyma knife, a small scissor for removing organs, a small round knife for fine work, and a narrow knife for eye-glazing...

"Sister Son of God..."

Masako Shiraki, who fell to the ground, seemed to know the ending she was about to come.

But all she could do was just cover her notebook tightly.

Next moment—
Chapter completed!