Even as several hands clung tightly to him, the Underworld Fetus still tried to approach Chen Ge. The expression on his face gradually changed. Cracks appeared across his once-normal pupils, and countless deep-black threads, radiating an ominous aura, wrapped around the arms.
Chen Ge's employees blocked the Underworld Fetus's path. The monster didn't bother wondering why. His shattered eyes fixed on Chen Ge as he prepared to kill everyone and every Vengeful Spirit in his way.
The Curse's threads tried to burrow into the employees' bodies, but an invisible force repelled them whenever they drew near. The Curse had no effect. The Underworld Fetus looked again at the Red High Heels, whose body was wrapped in bandages from head to toe. He could sense a Curse originating from the same source as his own.
The Underworld Fetus felt this way not only because the Red High Heels had devoured the Curses he'd left behind other doors. The way she'd become what she was now also seemed to have something to do with That Hospital.
The essence of a Curse was to inflict harm, pay a price, and twist cause and effect. It had severe consequences for both sides.
To Curse someone to death, one had to be prepared to become a ghost first. Curses were extremely dangerous, so even among the Red-Clothed, few were skilled in them.
The Underworld Fetus bore countless sins. His twisted, despairing life might well have been the price of using Curses. But he had long since passed the point of no return. Even knowing he would sink into Hell, he would continue spreading Curses.
Chen Ge still didn't know the Red High Heels' past, but one thing was clear to him: people skilled in Curses were often accompanied by misfortune. If he could, he'd rather