"In such a rush to be reincarnated? Don't struggle anymore. A creature like you will never enter the cycle of reincarnation, becoming a bug in your next life would be a change against fate itself."
Huang Ying was truly fearless now, he even wanted to grasp the hurriedly departing butterfly, but his injuries were so severe he couldn't even muster the strength to lift his arm.
In the nightmare, the woman's body was gradually changing. She wanted to torment Huang Ying with the most painful death, but there was no time left now.
The crack on her chest slowly widened, her features began to distort, and black-red veins popped out of her pupils.
Blood started seeping from beneath her clothes, her twisted hands closed the closet doors.
The ordinary-looking closet trembled lightly like a living heart after the woman entered, and veins stretched out from it, piercing through the deepest part of the nightmare.