Beichuan Si naturally did not hold back.
He removed the white stationery and glanced over it.
The will was filled with messy handwriting.
Seeing these worm-like characters sprawling across the page, Beichuan Si involuntarily frowned.
It was strange.
Because no matter who it was, the handwriting in a will should not be so sloppy.
After all, a will symbolizes the end of a person's life, and even if not treated seriously, the handwriting should not be this messy.
A simple analogy would be—
The will of Inuzuka Youka's elder brother looked as if someone was holding a knife behind him, forcing him to write quickly.
And indeed, the content of the will confirmed Beichuan's speculation:
"The curse of the "Catastrophe Box" is real, the catastrophe killed Fukuda. That brutal way of dying... must be the curse of the Catastrophe Box, right? Thinking about it... I must be next, right?"
