Chapter 97 F-Class Talent Soul-summoning!

The small living room was filled with dry crusts of blood; every floor tile was soaked with fresh blood, and nobody knew what kind of terrifying event had occurred here.

Thick strands of blood silk crisscrossed the room, binding two figures.

One of them wore a red coat, her lips grotesquely smeared with fresh blood, and around her were scattered numerous dinner knives stained with blood.

The other figure was a giant humanoid puppet, its face covered with a mask painted with strange patterns, its body made of wood, and several decaying hearts piled up at its chest.

"You dare to come to the ninth floor at Level 5? If it weren't for the fact that trapping these two has drained too much power, you'd probably die a thousand times and still not escape."

The bedroom door slowly opened, and the boy who had been unconscious in bed walked to the doorway.

With each step he took, his body aged rapidly, wrinkles crawling up his cheeks, black hair gradually turning white.