After a person dies, their Obsession can only endure if it is anchored to a specific object, and Zhang Ya's anchor was that Cursed Love Letter.
Chen Ge burned the Cursed Love Letter on the Rooftop precisely to sever Zhang Ya's painful past; he had already found a new anchor for her.
For a lifetime, inseparable as shadow and form—from the moment the letter burned, he became Zhang Ya's anchor!
Black Hair surged like a vast ocean, spilling out wantonly and swallowing the entire building.
The Shadow, clutching the neck of Xu Yin, was completely stunned. His legs, connected to Chen Ge, were brutally torn apart, and shards of curses withered away like black snow in the blood-red night.
"You let a Vengeful Spirit act as your own shadow?" A rage that had nowhere to vent surged within the dark figure, his body twisting and deforming incessantly. "It shouldn't be like this! This is completely different from what I imagined!"
In Mingyang Residential District, the piercing cries of children erupted simultaneously from the four buildings. Small, hunched shadows crawled out from the windows, each heading toward a specific room in their respective buildings.
Soon, in the western building, a thin, small shadow emerged from a room, dragging a snow-white arm that belonged to Xiao Bu.
It stood at the edge of the building and bit down on the arm, and then, a hair-raising scene unfolded.
Countless shadows from the entire building began to gnaw at that arm. With every bite, a pitch-black tooth mark appeared on the limb, and the aura of The Shadow grew a fraction stronger.
"You are my shadow, and I will make you act as my shadow!"
Mingyang Residential District was outside of Liwan Town, but now, the Blood Mist of Liwan Town was stirred, surging