A woman in a white dress with blonde hair coiled at the back of her head sits at a desk with her back to Mark.

In the middle of the night, the moonlight shone into the room like a dream, and the woman lay her hands on the table, motionless.

There was silence all around, and there was no sound.

Mark lay on the bed, looking sideways at the woman at the table.

He was puzzled, he remembered very well that he was on the Ex Parade. Although he didn't want to admit it, he was used to falling asleep in the cabin of the boat that crackled under the crash of the waves.

And now look outside, what kind of cabin is this?

It's clearly a house on land.

He woke up dimly and saw an unknown woman sitting at the desk in front of him.

Where did this woman come from?

Are you kidding!

A group of A-level powerhouses around him can still let people sneak in silently?

It's scaryly quiet.

Mark frowned, trying to keep his eyes open, trying to see who the woman was sitting there.

But the more he tried to see clearly, the more he couldn't see anything clearly.

His eyes, which have always had excellent eyesight, seemed to have lost focus, and what made him even more frightened was that his body was like a ghost pressing on the bed, and he couldn't even move a finger!

In a daze, something seemed to be whispering, and the voice was very close, right next to his ear, as if grinding his teeth and gently gnawing at his ear, while muttering terrible words with his mouth.

Mixed with the illusion of a limb being eaten, the sound became more and more eerie.

On his right temple, a few cold lines of sight were cast, and he seemed to be able to imagine several terrible vertical pupils, staring at him without blinking.

Mark felt goosebumps pop up all over his body.

"Let's go!"

The woman at the desk suddenly moved.

In an instant, all voices disappeared except for the woman, and Mark gathered his mind and looked at the woman at the table.

The woman in the dress stood up silently, her back to him motionless, her body was so gentle that the sleeves of the dress fluttered in the wind when the night breeze blew.

The sleeves on which the arms sat were so loose and empty that it was as if there were no limbs......

No!

Wait a minute!

It's not 'like', the woman really doesn't have limbs!

"You ......," Mark wanted to say, but he was horrified to find that he didn't even want to squeeze a complete sentence out of his throat.

Intense fear dominated his body, as if he was enjoying a damn electric shock, his teeth clenching and gurgling. Every inch of skin and every muscle on his body was trembling uncontrollably, and large drops of cold sweat oozed from the hundreds of thousands of pores on his body.

Hell yes!

Originally, after seeing the real evil god, Mark thought that he could face all the weirdness in this world without hesitation.

However, at this moment when all his transcendent props were deprived and all his transcendent powers could not be used, when he faced the strange events again as an ordinary person, he found that he seemed to have made little progress from before the time travel.

The woman finally turned back.

It's the body that doesn't understand, and the neck slowly turns back 180 degrees.

From behind, he saw that the woman's white neck was silently dissociated like a melted candle.

The same is true for women's faces.

However, the blood and tears oozing from the corners of the woman's eyes flowed down her face, and through the traces of blood flowing, the outline of a delicate woman's face could still be distinguished.

"Click! Click! Click! ”

The rhythmic swing of the white dress seemed to tell Mark that the woman was striding on her legs.

Women don't have legs!

There was another crisp sound of footsteps under the empty skirt, and the footsteps did not stop until the fluttering woman's body floated to Mark's bed.

Mark experienced fear for the first time in a long time.

He turned his head wildly, calling the all-powerful dice of fate in his heart.

However, there are no dice!

Nothing that could protect him existed.

The woman spoke, no, it was more like the blood-soaked, tangible, transparent face opening and closing its mouth.

Blood foam was spurted out.

Mark finally heard what the woman said:

"Hand ...... Take my ...... Give me back the hand ......"

The cold and eerie woman drew closer and closer to Mark, but his body could not move, and his limbs and back began to cramp violently.

When the woman raised her sleeves and poked a pair of inhuman claws out of the sleeves, Mark's fear rose to the extreme.

He instinctively wanted to close his eyes and keep himself from being mutilated. But that cold fear seemed to have become glue, sticking to his eyelids, not to mention closing his eyes, and even blinking became a 'luxury' act.

"Whew!"

The woman's hands, which were so cold and unwarm that they didn't exist, emerged from the illusion, grabbed Mark's left hand, and tore it violently......

The woman smiled: "Now, I have a hand......"

"Ahh

With the last of his strength, Mark let out an earth-shattering scream and bounced off the bed at the same time.

When he used too much force, he even fell straight down.

In the next second, the woman disappeared.

Instead, a mutilated puppet face.

It would have been an extremely terrifying scene, but Mark hugged the doll and a pillow like a drowning man grasping at the last straw.

"Young Master, what's wrong with you?" Probably less than a second, Conrad and Helena burst into Mark's cabin.

In other cases, it is a scene of social death.

Such a big person, but hugging a doll and a pillow.

However, their focus was on Mark's clothes soaked in cold sweat, his face was pale, his pupils dilated uncontrollably, and his eyeballs were bloodshot.

"Whew-whew-whew-"

Stunned, Mark leaned against Minnie's wooden arm and gulped in the salty fresh air wafting from the sea.

It was like I couldn't breathe anymore in the next second.

Helena rushed up and let out an exclamation: "No! Mark! Your soul is missing! ”

In the soul vision, Mark's left arm disappeared from the elbow area.

If he were an ordinary person, his left hand would have long since lost sensation, and his left hand was still there, but the person was like losing his left arm, and his left hand couldn't even move a finger.

As everyone knows, Mark's spirit body has been expanded once.

This time it was the part that collapsed that was expanded before.

The loss cannot be said to be small, but if it does not touch the original soul core, then at least there is salvation.

There were no ordinary people present, and of course they were aware of what was happening.

Conrad's big bronze bell-like eyes widened: "Young Master, you are cursed!" ”

Mark subconsciously took out the card [Valkyrie's Remnant] with his left hand, and said what he saw in his dream in an almost murmuring tone.

"So what are you waiting for! Ruin it now! "Conrad is just short-tempered, and he can't bear to put this evil thing around him.

Helena shook her head: "No! It's not that simple to solve. Someone, even a powerful organization, is cursing Mark across space. The level of this spell is quite high, and it is likely to trigger all [anomalies] around the victim, causing them to fall into fear. But the essence of the curse is still to devour the soul of Master Mark. ”

"What then?" It was Minnie who was questioning.

As she has always been by Mark's side, she is the most guilty.

When Mark had an accident, she and Bison couldn't get into Mark's nightmare and pull him out.

It's ridiculous, the one who can deal with the curse best should be Mark, a believer in knowledge.

It's a pity that he is a guy who is stronger than theory in actual combat, and as soon as he encounters this kind of profound spell, he will be caught blind on the spot.

Conrad proposed, "Why don't you try it out at the Night Church?" Fighting evil spells is what the Night Lady is good at. And the Night Church is not likely to pit the young master. ”

Mark suddenly woke up, he was stubborn!

Not only does he have no enmity with the Church of Light and Night, but he has a deep bond.

Even if the Goddess of Light doesn't like him this time, it's good to have the Night Lady to support him. What's more, his Lao Tzu's Lao Tzu is still mixed with the Light God Sect.

"Well, so be it......"

Unbeknownst to Mark, around a dark underground altar, a group of mysterious gray-robed men were whispering.

The eerie aura is spreading endlessly.

"Success?"

"It worked, it failed again."

"What do you say!"

"According to the weight of the soul that was annihilated, even with the soul strength of Doctor Who in normal sequence 7, he would have died of a soul scattered. But it was clear that his soul strength was far greater than that of Sequence 7's Extraordinaire. ”

"Are you an idiot? Why not go all out in the first place! The man who looked like a leader slapped the man who had just spoken hard.

He ...... He had an extraordinary object that was at least A-class to cover his soul aura, and we spent a lot of extra mental power just to locate it. When the curse attacks, it is hindered by an undetermined destiny artifact, unable to connect more threads of doom. Only Doom Items around him can be activated. This causes the entire spell to be less effective. ”

"Bastard!" The leader slapped the man again: "You have to deal with him as a [Destiny Breaker]!" This guy has to raise the risk level by at least three notches! Prepare immediately, no matter how bad it is, you have to find out who he is! Where are the people! Even if we can't destroy him at the soul level, we have to kill him physically! ”

"Yes! Please rest assured, the body of that [Doom Item] used to be a high-sequence battle angel, and after becoming an evil thing, the power of the complete body is at least S-level, and that carnipal * Cthulhu will definitely not be able to carry it. ”

"Good."