Crack! Crack! Crack!
Chen Xijiu's eyes were vacant, resembling someone who had lost his mind, as his hands continually slapped the sides of his mouth.
Before long, his cheeks turned completely bruised and red, with blood seeping from the corners of his mouth.
If he continued torturing himself like this, it would only be a matter of time before he ended up beating himself to death.
"A sign of great misfortune? Can it be resolved?"
Sun Yan put on the Big Red Numbered Shirt, wrapped the Battle Skirt around himself, and walked forward carrying the Golden Halberd to ask.
"Hard to say, the situation of his possession looks too complicated. Without an altar, I'm not confident."
Zhou Haidong reached out to lift Chen Xijiu's eyelid, revealing a black line across his eyeball, a sign of being afflicted by Black Magic.
"This place seems to have some connection with the Black Magic Master," Zhou Haidong said gravely.
