Agnes couldn't help but be slightly distracted as she looked at the full-length mirror in the corner.

She felt as if she had a vague fade. It's not what you look like in the mirror, it's something more ethereal to say.

She felt as if she had been cut into two parts, one still carrying an old image from some unknown period of time, so that the person in the mirror still had a little bit of life, and the other part was locked up in some kind of cage with something indescribable, and then quietly rotted.

In fact, these things had been cut from her body and discarded in the corner the night before she left Bodivia, and Agnes reached out to outline the face of the man in the mirror, the shriveled skin that had been regained a little by little after the finger stroke, but still pale and lifeless.

She couldn't remember what she was like before she left Bodivia, maybe a little more alive and alive than the person in the mirror?

It had been a long time since she had carefully observed her own reflection, or rather she had not recognized her reflection since she left Bodivia.

She is reluctant to look in the mirror, and the only thing that can be used as a mirror for her is to communicate with Hye-jin, the only role that is useful to her.

Every time she saw the figure in the mirror, on the one hand, reason was telling her that it was her own shadow; And on the other side, there was a voice in her heart saying - that is not you.

"Walking Dead Syndrome" made her feel dead when she left Bodivia, and the dead should not have their own reflection in the mirror.

A walking corpse reflected in the sunlight as a black mass, belonging only to the half-rotted flesh and the various small creatures clinging to it; And the resentful souls wandering in the world look out of the mirror, and can only see the figures that belong to others.

"The world belongs to the living, and the dead can only be a decaying corpse with memory."

Agnes withdrew her gaze and smiled as she looked at Nightingale, who was about to start singing with some concern at her sudden words.

She felt a faint coldness that seemed to cover her spirit, and the traces of shriveling had completely faded from her body, leaving only a slight pale color, and she felt the potion in her body digest a little.

"Maybe I need a new set of clothes." Agnes shrugged her shoulders, glanced at some scarlet marks on her shirt, and said helplessly to Nightingale.

Nightingale relaxed slightly in Agnes's words, nodded to Agnes, and her figure disappeared in the ripples.

Agnes turned her head to take a closer look at the figure in the mirror and nodded slightly.

There is nothing more problematic than appearing pale and bloodless.

She turned around and picked up the "Laugher Mask" on the table, put it on her face, opened the bedroom door, and walked out of the room.

Lani, who sat quietly at the table, turned her gaze straight to the scarlet marks on Agnes' shirt.

She stood up and walked over to Agnes.

Agnes raised her eyebrows slightly and stopped in place.

Lani stopped less than an arm's length away from Agnes and reached out to wipe Agnes' collar, some sticky liquid stuck to Lani's fingers, with a thick bloody smell.

"Your own blood." Lani spoke out suddenly, affirmatively to Agnes.

"Obviously." Agnes said calmly.

Lani looked at Agnes carefully and suddenly sneered.

"You now look like the corpse of someone I just killed," Lani said, and she said to Agnes with a gentle and faintly terrifying smile, "If you want to die, you can let me do it myself, instead of doing it myself, and then turn into an evil spirit under the dark power of you." ”

Agnes listened to Lani's words, stunned for a moment, and then couldn't help but hook the corners of her mouth.

"He won't allow me to enjoy the tranquility of death just yet." Agnes whispered with a slight smile.

The look on Lani's face grew mocking, and she didn't say anything more, turning around and walking back to the table.

......

To be honest, it was a bit of a hassle to bring a complicated pregnant woman like Lani, and Agnes let the slightly warm water cascade down her head and then gather into strands and run down her somewhat pale skin.

Although judging from Lani's attitude during this time, she doesn't pay attention to the new life born in her body, and even has some hatred to some extent, which is right, after all, this child must be more painful than happy for Lani.

But for Agnes, as long as Lani doesn't choose to get the fetus out of her own, then she needs to think about how to take a pregnant woman who is still a month old with her.

After all, life is precious, the harvest is gratifying, and her status as another nun does not allow her to cause a child who has not yet seen the appearance of this world to leave this world directly because of her actions, even if to some extent, the life or death of this unborn child has nothing to do with her, and even she had plans to kill the other party's mother.

Agnes couldn't help but tug at the corners of her mouth, then sighed.

She looked at the bloodstained black flowers that still bloomed in her palms, the cold colors faintly flickering.

Little by little, she injected her spirituality, and the bloodstained black flowers shrank rapidly, then bloomed again.

Lani was still angry, hateful.

And rightfully so, after all, there are many things that Lani can be angry and hateful: her origins, her encounters, and even Agnes's sabotage of her plans to summon demons can be things that Lani is angry about.

But Lani was undoubtedly sensible, and she knew very well that she was only alive with Agnes because of the new life she had conceived, so even though she hated the new life that would come to this world in a few months, she still didn't do anything.

After discovering that she could not escape from Agnes's grasp, she began to carefully test the extent to which Agnes was restricting her. Then, when she found Nightingale, who had been quietly watching her, she suddenly relented, changed her attitude, and began to use some methods to try to change Angnes's attitude. The whole process made Agnes feel a little funny.

Lani's behavior is extremely normal. As a "criminal", calmness is a quality she must have.

And Agnes wasn't prepared to be too tough, after all, the New Year was coming, and she wanted to have a good time.