Yet, he couldn't understand.
Why? Why would the True Person, who was supposed to twist others' souls, have his own soul twisted?
Could it be that this Curse Master, like the True Person, also has the ability to twist others' souls?
"You don't need to worry about that, you just need to die."
Duanmu Huai held his weapon and slowly walked toward the monk.
"You know, there's a story about Christmas - Santa Claus will visit the homes of children at midnight. If they're obedient good kids, he'll give them gifts. But if they're naughty kids, Santa will kill them..."
As he spoke, Duanmu Huai raised his Sharp Blade.
"Santa's clothes are dyed red with the blood of naughty kids, you know?"
"You, what do you want!?"
