"Why?"
As soon as Fu Qian declared his death, the doll's body shuddered again, and Mr. Luo let out a feeble protest.
"That's hard for me to explain..."
Fu Qian leisurely clenched and unclenched his fist.
"After all, I'm just a heartless executor."
"...If that's the case."
Mr. Luo's voice was full of helplessness.
"Weight!"
The next moment, his tone changed abruptly, and he spoke in a voice steeped in filth.
Almost instantly, Fu Qian felt the air around him turn sluggish, weighing heavily on his body.
Hahahaha!
Mr. Luo let out a string of mad laughter.
"Your arrogance is the root of your failure, both just now and now!"
"Oh!"
Fu Qian stood motionless.
"Thank you for forcing me to take this risk. I'm incredibly glad I made that choice!"
"This power... it suits me perfectly!"
"I think I've already begun to master this gift. How do you like the Blasphemous Words?"
"Weakness!"
Before Fu Qian could reply, Mr. Luo spat out another word.
A chill swept over him.
Fu Qian looked down. His skin was visibly turning pale, and even the blood beneath it seemed to be slowing to a stop.
"Average!"
Fu Qian wiped his hand over it, and the next moment, he was back to normal.
"Take a look around before you say that."
Mr. Luo's smug voice rang out.
Sure enough, fusing with this thing affected everyone's personality.
Mr. Luo had been full of scientific fervor just moments ago, acting like an evil scientist. Now, he was completely carried away.
As Fu Qian reflected on this, he looked around.
At some point, layers of gray curtains had surrounded the area, leaving no way out.
There was even a faintly scorching smell in the air.
He might be carried away, but he still had the instinct