Curse of Shattering (III)

"Professors, it really is my grandfather. It looks like he's already..."

Just then, the middle-aged man who had crouched down to examine the body stood up, his expression grief-stricken.

"This is Kamakura Keiji."

After being reminded of the matter at hand, Cas casually introduced Fu Qian to him, then continued questioning him.

"Did you examine him? Any other unusual wounds?"

"No."

Kamakura Keiji glanced at Fu Qian and slowly shook his head.

"Looks like Mr. Yun really had nothing to do with your grandfather's death," Cas said, his tone unchanged.

"And your loss of control seems even more severe than the reports we received."

"My grandfather was always the most affected. Since the day before yesterday, he'd been trying to find a solution, so he came down here alone. Who could have known that so soon..."

As he spoke, Kamakura Keiji unconsciously looked himself over.

The exposed parts of his skin were covered in vivid red marks, so bright they seemed ready to drip blood. They were horrifying to behold.

At his feet, the corpse had been turned over, face up.

From this angle, it was clear that the deceased was an elderly man.

The red marks on his aged face were even more severe than Kamakura Keiji's. They had all split open, leaving the entire head raw and bloody, as though it would turn into a skull if someone gave it the slightest tug.

Faced with the sight, Cas considered it for a moment. Then he flicked his heavy cloak and extended a strangely shaped hand.

It had only four fingers, with unnaturally large joints, and was far bigger than an ordinary person's hand. At the same time, the skin seemed to be covered in scales shaped like teeth.

Almost instantly, something seeped out from between those scales.

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