The World Has Problems

The little girl smiled meaningfully and said, "But since you are so confident, then I wish you good luck."

Saying that, the little girl raised her hands and let out a long breath.

"Okay, I've barely repaired your wound. This is the limit of what I can do. As for the treatment of the scar, it depends on the means of your Tsuchimikado family. There is nothing I can do."

Hearing the little girl's notice, Zhi Ji sat up and touched the wound on her lower abdomen.

There, now, a terrible scar remains.

The resurrected flesh was distorted into a disgusting pimple. Although it was only an area the size of a coin, it still looked so hideous and ugly when it appeared on the girl's fair and flat lower abdomen.

As for the left chest, there was also an equally disgusting scar.

The girl stroked her left breast, feeling the jerky, rough feeling like a diaphragm, and fell silent.

The scar on the left chest not only ruined the beauty of the girl's perky breasts, but also the weird jerky feeling when touching it was even more depressing.

Zhi Ji's hand dropped down.

He silently clenched the corner of his skirt...

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The icy wind and snow enveloped the sky of the city.

The cold and evil aura of resentment and evil hovered in the darkness.

The man curled up in the corner biting a demon in front of him with blood-red eyes, roared frantically.

"It's not my fault...it's not my fault...it's not me who is wrong, it's not that I want to kill Zhi Ji, it's not that I want to kill Zhi Ji!"

The man named Shimada Nobukatsu had completely fallen into a crazy situation at this time.

It fled in the city, frantically biting all the evil spirits it saw on the road.

In other words, its crazy and hysterical thinking has left only the chaotic and evil desire to kill and devour.

It frantically devoured all the undead and evil spirits it saw, and its body also became ugly and distorted as it continuously devoured the hatred and resentment of the evil spirits.

It used to be able to see the appearance of a person, but now it looks fat and bloated, like a structure of black mud.

On the black body, black disgusting liquid dripped down continuously.

And on that plump, pitch-black body, one could vaguely see one after another suffering or spiteful faces struggling in the black sludge.

But Shimada Nobukatsu didn't care about it at all.

It just roared crazily and roared in pain. Its blood-red eyes fixedly stared at all the wraiths in its field of vision, frantically devouring the evil spirits in this city.

In the sky, the woman's face completely composed of the aurora light curtain seemed to be watching all this indifferently, but there was no reaction.

In the past twenty years, those grieving ghosts who were viciously and brutally killed by Sadako Yamamura should not have disappeared in this false world.

But at this time, they were all swallowed up by Shimada Nobukatsu.

Swallowed by the power from the same source in Shimada Nobukatsu.

And Shimada Nobukatsu's body became more and more ugly and bloated with this vicious and cruel engulfment.

The black stench has already begun to waft out.

The fat body of the monster almost filled the three-meter-wide street.

When the figure of "Makoto Ito" appeared on the fence wall by the street, he saw this evil and ugly scene.

Smelling the stench floating in the air, and looking at the black monster crazily devouring evil spirits under his feet, "Makoto Ito" frowned.

"Hey...you swallow all these guys, we won't have any soldiers to drive us."

However, the monster ignored it at all, and still frantically biting the grieving ghosts under its feet who were imprisoned and caught, without hearing the voice of this companion at all.

Regarding this, "Makoto Ito" pouted.

It raised its head, looked at the woman's face made up of the aurora light curtain in the sky, and said.

"Hey! Mom, are you really letting this mad dog roam around? Let it go on like this, and all the ghosts in the city will be swallowed up."

However, the woman's face in the sky just stared at the ground indifferently, as if she didn't hear the call of "Makoto Ito" at all.

Regarding this, "Makoto Ito" curled his lips and said.

"Forget it, anyway, your mind is all about crawling out now, and you won't even talk to me if I tell you this... Hmph! Is the outside world so interesting?"

"Makoto Ito" looked up at the woman's face in the sky, and pulled the skin on his face, "From the memory of this unlucky guy, the outside world is meaningless. There are zombies everywhere, murders everywhere, It is more dangerous than the world under the well."

"Maybe if you don't pay attention, another biochemical crisis will break out and everyone in the city will die."

"It's more interesting to stay underground."

"Makoto Ito" was thinking to himself, the monsters at its feet had eaten up all the grieving ghosts.

Then, the fat, pitch-black monster wriggled its black mud-like body, raised its head, and looked at it with blood-red eyes.

"I'm going to die... I'm going to die..."

The monster looked at "Makoto Ito" on the wall resentfully and madly, and looked at his companion, but his eyes were full of greed and madness.