"The quality is insufficient, still useless. With this bunch of scraps, this is the best we can come up with."
Wood Cottage wiped the sweat off his forehead and tossed the broken bones aside.
Overlooking the dying fetus beneath his feet, he squatted down and stared into those venomous and painful eyes, suddenly curious, asked: "You've been out for so long, don't you want to make a phone call home?"
Soon, thousands of cries emanated from Naito's phone, countless venomous curses emerged from the chaotic electromagnetic waves, instantly turning the meeting room of Deer's Sing Hall into Hell.
"Naito... Naito... Lord Naito..."
At this moment, right in front of all the participants, the previous Evil Ghosts of Mt. Oe turned into real Evil Spirits, slowly creeping out from the phone, tugging at his clothes, rendering his face pale.
But before the Curse descended, a storm suddenly arose out of nowhere, and from the direction of the wind came a faint snort, dispersing countless curses.
