592, two doors

The man stood in the coffin.

Evil Spirit Du Wei sat on a throne made up of pale human faces.

By contrast,

it was actually the rightful owner who seemed more terrifying and sinister.

All beings, compared to it, seemed harmlessly domesticated.

Invisibly, this was a form of suppression.

Evil Spirit Du Wei looked down from on high.

Its unchanging indifference rang out, "I thought I could fish out a big catch to make things a little more interesting, but I didn't expect that what took the bait would be less than even a tiny shrimp."

"I am very dissatisfied."

The man below said, "Fishing? Who do you think you are, the past and the future, do you really understand them?"

"The you of now has not yet experienced those sad pasts."

"The ending you speak of is nothing but speculation."

To the side,

Minette looked at her beloved "person," and couldn't help but feel her scalp tingle.

Who is the real Du Wei?

Why does it feel like the one below is?

She couldn't help but want to ask.