Feng Liang dared to compete with Hu Xian for the Mountain God Temple. Although he had suffered repeated setbacks, each defeat only made him braver. Today, he had even gathered a group of people and charged into the Supernatural Space. Naturally, he had the confidence and backing to do so.
He flipped his palm.
A one-foot-long doll appeared in his hand.
The doll had no clothes. Its bare body was covered in tattered "skin and flesh." From the texture, anyone with a little experience could identify it: this was actually a doll made from human skin!
"Hee hee hee."
The instant the doll appeared, its eyeballs began rolling around.
A strange laugh came from its mouth.
It was as if an Old Woman in her fifties or sixties were hiding in a corner of a park, watching a young couple whisper sweet nothings to each other. The laughter was unpleasant, yet carried a profound undertone.
"Heh heh!"
"You mutt, let your Grandpa Feng show you what he can do!"
Feng Liang held the doll in one hand and pulled out a long needle with the other, skillfully threading it through the doll's body.
And as he moved.
Opposite him.
Bella suddenly felt invisible threads stitching her eyelids shut.
Not just her eyes.
Her entire body was being sealed by an unseen force. Her ear canals were blocked, plunging the world into absolute silence. Her lips were sewn shut, preventing her from making another sound.
Her nostrils were sealed.
A powerful feeling of suffocation surged over her, and even the Supernatural inside her became sluggish.
There were other openings, too...
Each time one was sealed.
Bella felt her body lose something.
The terrifying curse of the Corpse Stitcher had turned into a pair of invisible "hands," performing a horrifying "operation" on