579, The Master of the Vanity Sect

After the Evil Spirit Du Wei disappeared.

In the same spot...

Suddenly, one after another, the burning flames extinguished.

It seemed as if this place was prepared just for it.

In the darkness, the rustling sounds came to life.

Space twisted, and the contour of a doll became clearer and clearer.

Annabelle walked out of the darkness.

Only, it was enveloped in an indescribable aura; if dissected, one would find its shell filled with black, fine threads.

Earlier, Du Wei had noticed something was off with Annabelle. Deeply affected by the Antique Clock, he locked it in a door within the shadow body.

Unexpectedly, the thing mysteriously escaped.

Now it had appeared again in the middle of the altar.

It was obviously problematic.

Annabelle stared at the statue behind the altar, closely fixating on the stone door in its right eye.

Then, Annabelle began to tremble.

Not out of fear, but more like rage.

...

Elsewhere.

In Du Wei's home.