Chen Ge had thought of this because of Fang Yu. As Fang Yu grew older, his memory had only gotten worse.
"The monster's ability must have something to do with memory. With help from the Shrine and the Curse, he's gained some kind of enhancement." Chen Ge spotted the key to the problem. "All the Curses in the room are flowing toward the Red High Heels. Clearly, he knows his ability has little effect on them. So why are the Red High Heels immune to his ability? Could his ability itself be a Curse?"
Whatever the reason, Chen Ge knew he couldn't afford to delay any longer.
His opponent was doing everything in his power to protect the Shrine. If Chen Ge wanted to turn the situation around, he had to target the Shrine.
"Xu Yin! Get the Shrine off him!"
At the sound of Chen Ge's voice, the pain in Xu Yin's eyes grew more pronounced. He forced himself to grab the edge of the Shrine, but the moment he touched it, something no one had expected happened.
The Clay Figurine inside the Shrine, as if casually molded by a child, suddenly opened its eyes.
Blood seeped from the character for "death" carved into the Shrine's inner walls. A thin crack appeared on the Clay Figurine's chest, where the name Fang Yu was written.
As the Clay Figurine opened its eyes inside the Shrine, the Red-Clothed in the room, except for the Red High Heels, grew even more distressed. It was as if they were reliving the tragedies of their lives and experiencing that suffocating despair all over again.
Wounds split open across Xu Yin's Red-Clothed form, as if a knife were trying to cut him in half.
The Headless Female Ghost clutched her neck with both hands, as