I can't help but feel a hint of irony that this Pengamu, who once regarded himself as a hero, is now a wretched worm at my feet.

I raised my weapon mercilessly, watching his move coldly, waiting for his decision.

Just as he was about to reach me, a strange change occurred.

Pengamu's body suddenly twisted, his limbs twisted like snakes, and he let out a creepy roar.

A terrifying expression appeared on his face, and his eyes revealed endless pain and suffering.

I couldn't help but feel a chill down my spine as my former companion turned into a monster, his body as if it was controlled by the evil spirits in the black pool.

He lunged at me with great speed, as if he were about to tear me to shreds.

A strong desire to survive welled up in my heart, and I clenched my fists and met Pengamu's attack without flinching.

Our figures staggered by the shores of the lake in Blackpool, and the sounds of battle echoed in the silent night.

I could feel every muscle in my body emitting endless power, but Pengamu's mutated body was just as formidable.

Our duels become more and more intense, as if deciding the fate of life and death.

In the midst of this strange and dangerous battle, I kept thinking about the reason for Pengamu's mutation, and how the evil spirits in the Blackwater Pool affected his body.

I knew that if I wanted to emerge victorious, I had to find a way to remove the evil spirit from him.

I gritted my teeth and quickly dodged Pengamu's attack.

I tried to look at the mutations on Pengamu's body, looking for any clues.

Suddenly, I noticed a shimmering rune on his left hand, as if it was a source of power for the Black Water Pool.

Determined to solve the puzzle, I threw myself into the fight.

Every dodge, every counterattack, was trying to get close to Pengamu's mutant arm.

Little by little, time passed, and finally, I seized an opportunity.

One of Pengamu's attacks missed, and my body reacted instantly, and I quickly approached him.

Looking at the black box in his hand, I subconsciously grabbed it and snatched it violently.

I opened the black box, and I couldn't help but stare at the white hand bones inside.

In that dark environment, the hand bones reflect a creepy light, as if they are a symbol of eerie things.

I couldn't help but feel awe-inspiring, and this eerie atmosphere spread and made it difficult for me to breathe.

Pengamu seemed to realize my intentions, his eyes were full of fear, and his whole body began to tremble.

Tiny beads of sweat slid down his forehead, reflecting his pale countenance.

There was indescribable horror in his eyes, as if he was facing the threat of death.

His eyes narrowed, his brow furrowed, and the corners of his lips trembled slightly, as if he was struggling to say something.

His nose twitched, and his breath became rapid, as if even he couldn't believe what was happening in front of him.

With his mouth slightly open, Pengamu seemed to want to say something, but he was condensed in his throat by fear, unable to make a sound.

There was a deep despair in his eyes, as if he saw his inescapable fate.

I can't help but feel ironic about the fact that Pengamu, who had been so fierce and arrogant, had now become a helpless prisoner dominated by fear.

I felt the eerie atmosphere deeply, as if the world was laughing at his incompetence and despair.

Pengamu cried out in terror, his voice full of despair and fear: "You can't do this! You're going to ruin everything! After I got this thing, I almost died and didn't make a wish to it, you ......"

I interrupted him and I let out a sneering laugh: "Make a wish? You're naïve. Of course you can't make a wish to it, because you can't live after you make a wish, and you can't make a sacrifice to yourself. ”

I lowered my head, leaned closer to Pengamu's ear, and said with a smile, "But, now, I have a sacrifice!" ”

My words were full of sarcasm and banter, enough to make him feel powerless and afraid. When Pengamu finally knew what I wanted to do, he was terrified and gritted his teeth, and he suddenly burst out, grabbed the phalanges in my hand, and shouted, "I make a wish!" I'm going to ...... myself."

However, before he could finish his words, I slapped him without hesitation!

A loud bang echoed in the dark environment, Pengamu's face instantly turned purple, and the whole person fell to the ground, blindfolded by me.

I put away my finger bones and said solemnly: "Just kidding, you, you just can't hold your breath." For now, it's better to go to the Yellow River you said first, maybe when you get there, you can find the gate of time and space soon, and then you can leave here, and ......"

A strange smile tugged at the corner of my mouth, and a strange atmosphere spread over me: "Pengamu, when the time comes, you can return to your world." ”

There was a creepy irony in my voice, as if to mock his incompetence and desperation.

Pengamu lowered his head, half of his face was swollen and unspeakable, he forced out a smile, nodded and said, "Okay, I'll listen to you." ”

Walking through the Blackwater Pool, I felt as if I was in a distorted time and space.

The visions flooded in, and I couldn't help but think back to all kinds of memories from my childhood, and my body seemed to return to that uncontrollable state of dwarf.

An old classroom was revealed, with sunlight shining through the windows on the floor, and a faint light wafting through the air.

I took a closer look at the environment, and one corner of the classroom was piled up with old desks, chairs and benches, as if witnessing the wear and tear of time.

The classroom was empty, only the teacher's voice echoed in the air, and his emaciated body looked old and tired.

The teacher's voice was hoarse and low, and every word carried a heavy pressure, as if it were a murmur from the abyss.

His eyes were deep and dark, with an eerie glow, as if he controlled everything in this strange world.

His fingers tapped lightly on the blackboard, making a cacophony that echoed through the classroom like a spell.

I looked up and saw an old fan hanging above my head, squeaking and swaying.

The blades of the fan show the erosion of time, and the rust on the iron frame seems to be the mark left by time.

Every swing seemed to whisper some kind of ulterior secret, which made me uneasy.

There was an inexplicable sense of depression in this classroom, and the air was filled with dust and the musty smell of the pages.