Horror/Fear Anime: Starting with a Tomie Hairstyle.

"What's so interesting about lions?"

The man shook his head, then suddenly turned to look at the entrance of the circus.

He thought he heard his girlfriend calling out?

Just as he was about to get closer to check the situation, he stopped in his tracks, his eyes became vacant, and he walked up to the ticket inspector.

The ticket inspector gave a standard smile: "Sir, please show me your ticket stub."

The man reached into his pocket and actually pulled out a ticket—a ticket that was a mix of blood red and black.

"Please come in."

The man walked into the inner area and passed by the lion's cage. The lion was lying there, as if it had something stuck in its throat. After a while, it spat out some strands of hair.

Inside the cage, two red high heels lay quietly in the corner.

"Where am I? Where am I?"

The man's eyes cleared, and he found himself sitting in a seat with a huge stage in front of him.

The middle-aged man with a crescent-shaped mustache chuckled and said, "Welcome to the Babirus Grand Circus!"

"Next, let's start by performing a three-headed juggling act to warm up the crowd!"

The man stared blankly. He had just said... throw what?

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

It took Jiuzhi Che a lot of effort to make sure that Tomie was too weak to go out.

Otherwise, she would have insisted on going to the circus.

However, he knew it was dangerous there. While Tomie Ichiken was strong, she had little resistance to the supernatural or demons, so staying at home was the safest option.

inside the house.

Tomie's eyes were glazed over, and she slumped limply on the sofa.

"So hands can do that too..."

After a long while, Tomie finally sat up lazily. Her silk camisole slipped down her shoulders, revealing a lovely spring-like scene, but unfortunately, no one was there to appreciate it.

Tomie went to the bathroom, and in the instant she lifted her pajamas—

A sudden chill ran through her eyes, and she shifted her waist to the side—

A flash of cold light streaked past.

"Ding!"

The knife struck the tiled wall.

Tomie showed no sign of panic as she turned around, her eyebrows twitching slightly.

A miniature version of Tomie, about 1.4 meters tall, was completely naked and smiling sweetly at her.

"Go ahead and die."

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

Jiu Zhiche's right eyebrow twitched.

A leftward jump signifies wealth, a rightward jump signifies disaster; is he about to face an unexpected calamity?

Or is Tomie going to pull some kind of trick on him again?

There are two roads ahead, both leading to the circus.

The one on the left is closer, the one on the right is farther away.

After a brief pause, Jiu Zhiche still chose the right side.

The right side looks better to me.

Most of the time, apart from him actively seeking out strange occurrences, there aren't many unexpected events in his daily life.

But today was different. Jiuzhiche saw a pair of feet lying sideways in a green belt.

The leg shape looks familiar.

Without hesitation, Jiu Zhiche parted the grass in the green belt, and a familiar face came into view from underneath.

It was the first generation Tomie. There was some white substance around her mouth and nose; that was brain matter.

What a coincidence to meet someone on the street! Is it the guidance of fate?

Jiuzhi Che felt a sudden tightness in his heart. Could it be that the first generation Tomie died just like that?

Chapter 146 Living Underworld Performance

What does it feel like after death?

Tomie didn't know; she only remembered the feeling of being on the verge of death in the sea that time.

It was very cold, a cold that cut to the bone.

It felt empty, like my mind and body were completely empty.

It was very quiet. She was the only one left in the entire space. The quietness made her feel uneasy, and she even felt a rare sense of helplessness.

In the vast ocean, that feeling is stretched out infinitely.

Their bodies were torn apart by the imposters; they squeezed and fought each other, their scarlet blood staining the sea red.

Tomie suddenly felt very tired. "Give up. If I give up, I won't feel anything anymore. Give up. Giving up will be so easy."

Her heartstrings gradually calmed, smoothed out, and became extremely tight—

A face popped up and filled the entire image in my mind.

She is not reconciled!

The imposter who killed her is still laughing; how can she leave the stage?

My body, soaked in seawater, felt a strange power surge within me; my breath returned.

Tomie suddenly opened her eyes.

She saw the face that brought her the most peace of mind.

Jiuzhiche breathed a sigh of relief. "You're awake. Just now, it seemed like your body had a self-healing ability. How are you feeling?"

Tomie's mind was perfectly clear now, and she shook her head.

"much better."

"It's good that you're alright."

Jiuzhi Che used two healing orbs on Tomie. Although they didn't have much effect on internal repair, it would be best if Tomie woke up.

The first generation of Tomie seems to have acquired some amazing abilities.

"Have you met a man who keeps apologizing?"

Tomie's gaze turned cold. "That's right."

Sure enough, Jiuzhiche had a guess when he saw the brain matter.

“He’s colluding with the devil. We can’t listen to his apology, or his brains will dissolve. The best way is to kill him as soon as possible, but the devil might come out to stop us.”

"As long as he's alive, he'll die by my hand."

Having suffered such a great loss, Tomie couldn't possibly let it go unpunished.

A light kiss landed on her forehead, so light it seemed to barely touch her, yet it was imprinted on her heart, making her heart skip a beat.

Jiu Zhiche slowly stroked the top of her head with his fingers: "I will kill him."

Tomie looked up and her gaze unexpectedly met his eyes.

He looked earnestly into her eyes and said, "He can't bully you."

He paused, then said, "Only I can."

The rare moment of emotion that had arisen abruptly vanished, and Tomie rolled her eyes: "You're no good either. I'd rather bully you!"

"Ah."

He did agree.

A subtle tingling sensation spread along her spine, and Tomie exhaled a small, trembling breath.

Calling him a prodigy is, in some ways, not wrong.

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

"Welcome to the Babirus Grand Circus!"

"Next, let's start by performing a three-headed juggling act to warm up the crowd!"

The uncle-like leader, holding the microphone, spoke with great passion, accompanied by the suddenly playing upbeat music, which ignited the emotions of the audience.

A clown-like figure appeared with a colorful, fluffy wig, exaggerated white makeup, wide red lips, and eyebrows raised to his temples.

He was holding three stacked human heads in his hands.

A gasp of surprise rippled through the crowd.

"It's a prop, isn't it? It looks so realistic."

"I've seen people juggle balls, but I've never seen anyone throw a ball at someone's head."

"Interesting, I haven't seen it before."

When Jiu Zhiche came in, he saw a large iron cage.

There was a magnificent lion in the cage, constantly licking its own fur.

Jiuzhiche glanced at the high heels beside him, then took two more steps forward.

Behind the cage, there was a rather inconspicuous sign, mostly obscured by the lion's massive body.

He moved the sign next to the cage and memorized the words on it.

Jiuzhiche raised his foot.