Hearing this voice, the nun seemed to think of something terrifyingly terrifying. She was trembling, her subconscious turned back, and the narrow attic around him had been disappeared. Instead, it was a deep one. In the void, there is twisted death aura everywhere. In these dead aura centers, there is a beautiful silhouette in a long black dress.

Black’s long hair is scattered, and she holds a fork representing death in her hand. On the beautiful face that suffocates the soul, there is a smile that seems to be ridiculous. It was a sneer from God. As Pandora, Charon’s maid, she is also a god. ..


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