Horror/Fear Anime: Starting with a Tomie Hairstyle.

First generation Tomie stretched and curled up on the bed in the room that Jiuzhi Che had prepared for her, then immediately stretched out again.

A relaxed smile appeared on his face.

My mind is clearer than ever before.

The curse from that apology-scumbag turtle no longer has any effect on her.

She even had a vague feeling that if he dared to use that apology curse again, she would not give up so quickly as she had this time.

Simply put, resistance has increased.

Her black hair flew wildly, twisting and swirling in the air like a living thing, very obedient, as if she herself were moving.

Tomie smiled with satisfaction.

Great, my mental strength has also improved.

Her eyes flickered twice.

Actually, she originally planned to kill the imposter next to A-Che to get revenge, but she has now changed her mind.

Anyway, A-Che was planning to go to Black Vortex Town soon, so she might as well go a little earlier. Perfect timing, she had some things to talk to that imposter in Black Vortex Town about.

She wasn't the only one who thought this way; many imposters had already gone there.

They were all sunk into the dragonfly pond.

If she were to acquire the ability to block memories, A-Che's concerns would cease to exist.

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One Punch Tomie was in a sorry state.

I've never felt so pathetic or frustrated since I was born.

In front of her was a petite little girl named Tomie, who was sitting with her legs crossed, wearing a loose T-shirt, her fair little feet swinging up and down, and a lazy smile on her lips.

"What, giving up so quickly? Keep fighting! I thought you had amazing stamina, but is that all?"

Tomie's fingers tightened and then loosened.

There was a scratch on her face.

With past examples to learn from, she doesn't need to invite trouble upon herself.

Seeing that the other person didn't respond, the little girl Tomie pouted in boredom and turned on the TV with the remote control.

There was a clear scratch on her face as well. She casually wiped the blood with a tissue, then went to the kitchen, turned on the gas stove, and burned it.

If it's just blood, there are ways to deal with it.

She then returned to the sofa.

Hahaha~

The new comedy show on TV was so funny that little Tomie laughed out loud.

Suddenly, her body was lifted up and then thrown onto the small sofa next to her.

Tomie took the spot with one punch and said coldly, "Don't think that just because I can't deal with you for now, you can take my spot. I can't kill you, but tying you up and locking you up is not difficult."

The little girl Tomie snorted, "What's so great about me? It won't be long before I'm stronger than all of you. By then, you'll all be... oh right, incompetent losers."

One punch to Tomie's face made her completely darken.

She stood up, grabbed the little girl Tomie who was trying to run away when she sensed something was wrong, and stuffed her into the sofa.

"Just stay there!"

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.

"Pfft!"

The sword flashed past, and a little girl fell down.

White hair, loli, white stockings—it's packed with all the elements.

Unfortunately, he couldn't tempt Jiu Zhiche; his heart was as hard as iron, and he ruthlessly chopped him down.

Before this, he had slashed mature women, young women, matriarchal women, landmines, school beauties, and so on.

[Contact with the Love Avatar to gain 2.1% initial Spirituality]

[Deal with the split personality in the Sea of ​​Love, gain 2.1% spirituality]

[Total initial spirituality gained: 16.8%; Current progress of triggering template selection: 61%]

[Total Spirituality Acquired: 16.8%, Current Allocable Spirituality: 27.6%]

Jiuzhi Che let out a breath. Fighting monsters was quite fun, and he also saw all sorts of beautiful women from different factions.

She is beautiful, but she is so beautiful that she doesn't look human.

Moreover, having seen the most exquisite beauty before, these things were no longer enough to stir any emotion in his heart.

But if it weren't for the curse of deep desire, he might not have been so ruthless.

He had tried to open the other rooms, even though they were tightly closed, but he was a master lock picker and always carried things like wire and hairpins with him.

However, once the door opened, the scene inside could only be described as appalling.

These people all still have black tickets.

Maintaining composure amidst the revelry of the circus is a feat that surpasses that of many ordinary people.

But she still couldn't resist the temptation of love.

Reason was almost nonexistent, only primal instinct remained, and the flame of life in his head had been extinguished.

Jiuzhiche used several purification methods, but the effect was minimal.

What difference is there between them being like this and being dead?

Jiuzhiche raised his sword and swung it.

They got a quick and painless death.

When he first entered the circus, Jiu Zhiche didn't want to alert them. In addition, when he saw the sign next to the lion's cage, he had tried to go out the door, but was blocked by an invisible force.

Therefore, he did not alarm anyone.

As I said before, people can't easily believe those outrageous and mind-blowing things.

Unless they saw it with their own eyes and experienced it firsthand.

Their deaths were all caused by the ringmaster and the circus.

With a flick of his wrist, Jiu Zhiche unleashed a chilling light from the skull sword, and blood dripped from its tip.

Another couple, sent them away.

The door closed, and the pink allure and the corpse inside were swallowed up together into the shadows of the room.

There are dozens more rooms like this...

Chapter 151 It's Waiting for Us

"Aaaaaaaahh ...

"Lelia! Lelia! Calm down!"

In the corridor, Leilia collapsed to the ground, her eyes filled with terror.

There was also a man's corpse nearby.

Those were their newly assembled companions, but he couldn't resist the urge in his heart to harm her.

Mario tried to hug Leilia, but she kept backing away.

He stiffened, then said with a wry smile, "I have to protect you. He wanted to bully you... so I had no choice..."

Unexpectedly, he accidentally stabbed the man to death.

Leilia didn't dare to approach. She knew Mario didn't mean it, but he was covered in blood, so much blood.

Suddenly, she caught a fleeting glimpse of a smile out of the corner of her eye.

She was taken aback.

You must be mistaken. Why would Mario laugh after killing someone...?

A man's corpse was thrown from a distance, and Lelia screamed and rolled on the ground to avoid it.

The body was headless, and blood was gushing from its neck.

A young girl with long hair reaching her waist, her pure appearance contrasted sharply with her indifferent eyes. She approached casually, strolling leisurely, without the slightest fear, apprehension, or cowardice.

Black Sadako didn't even glance at the corpses. As she passed by Leilia and the others, she was about to use her telekinesis to crush their heads when...

Mario suddenly pulled Lelia up. "Hello, we also came from that room. Why don't we team up and try to escape from here?"

Black Sadako glanced at him, and activated her telekinesis—

"Are you looking for someone? We think we just saw a man with a sword, but we were too scared to go near him..."

The telekinetic energy swirled around before being withdrawn.

Black Sadako: "Lead the way."

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.

Some people had just escaped from the room and were trying to find companions to travel with, hoping to find a way out.

Someone has already destroyed the evil in a dozen rooms and, incidentally, saved a green-nosed clown.

Jiuzhi Che has removed the clown wig and blue nose, but the face paint is difficult to wash off without a special cleaning solution.

At first, the Green Clown thought it was Hank, but when he met the other's cold eyes, he realized it couldn't be Hank.

The other party had a strong presence and was clearly a big shot, so he decisively shut up, asking no more questions, looking no more, and saying no more.

Jiu Zhiche was a little surprised. Judging from his previous performance, Green Clown was a lecherous man. He didn't expect him to be able to temporarily break free from the control of his desires.

Although their rooms are all weakened versions of the curse.

When Jiu Zhiche went in, he noticed something was different.