A New Day's Greeting

As his words fell, the black patterns on Yu Xing's pale skin gradually became clear.

The gloomy air grew still as the pure power of the curse emerged from Yu Xing. A faint scream, unlike anything human, rang out.

Yu Xing slowly sat up, his legs hanging over the edge of the bed and his bare feet lightly touching the floor. He lifted his eyes at his leisure.

The red outfit on him was far lighter than Hua Subai's. A short shirt and shorts clung to his skin, revealing the dense, fine lines beneath.

Black threads moved over his skin, cold and despairing, exuding the scent of death. The black markings on the tops of his feet extended outward, vanishing into the surrounding darkness and shadows.

There was clearly nothing in the room, but Yu Xing could feel something there. It was both startled and furious, only now realizing that it had walked right into a trap.

That tiny bit of "curse" that didn't taste good had been caught.

Black mist billowed up and enveloped Yu Xing. His features were obscured by layer upon layer of fog, growing even more indistinct in the night.

"Sacred tree," Yu Xing murmured. "An expensive ingredient, turned into a plate of slop."

A flash of red crossed the tip of his tongue, and the atmosphere grew even more oppressive.

It was almost as if this really was...

A human-shaped Ghost Tree feeding.

Too bad it was picky. It wouldn't eat.

He had merely released the power of the curse inside him on purpose, making the severed-limb curse within the sacred tree flee wildly, as if it had encountered its natural enemy.

Suddenly, the invisible force barreling around the room smashed a tiny opening through the black mist. In an instant, it slipped out through