The Underworld Fetus had never known happiness, so it had no idea what true happiness was. It merely envied the memories of others, forgetting to look back at itself.
When the Faceless Hospital launched an attack on Jinhua Residential Area Building A, Rag Doll dragged its battered body into a desperate fight. It didn't even know why it was doing this. It all seemed like instinct.
Rag Doll was missing an arm and already at a disadvantage. Now that the Faceless Doctor had seized the initiative, its situation grew even worse. More and more wounds appeared on its body. Its limbs and torso were smashed apart several times, and it could only force them back together with cursed black threads.
Seeing Rag Doll attack of its own accord, the Faceless Doctor became even more certain of his suspicions. The faces on his red clothes wore sinister smiles. "Patient 4, you actually have something you care about? It seems the Dean was right. You're merely the patient who came closest to Number One. You're still a long way behind him."
The deranged Faceless Doctor kept trying to distract Rag Doll with his words. Normally, words like these wouldn't affect a God of Calamity at all. But it was another matter if they were laced with a Curse.
Every sentence was a trap. Once a person or Vengeful Spirit began doubting itself, it would fall for it.
The foundation of every ghost and monster was its Obsession. To shake that Obsession was to attack the very foundation of its soul.
The faces on the Faceless Doctor's coat all wore horrifying expressions. He grew faster, and more and more Curses enveloped him. Perhaps he had been secretly holding back earlier, wary of Zhang Ya and "The Past."
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