The blood-red murderous aura surrounded Hong Dali.
"Help! Murder!" Hong Dali yelled at the top of his lungs. "This thing is going to swallow me…"
Half an hour later…
"Eh? This doesn't seem that difficult, what's going on?" Hong Dali watched the murderous aura continuously enter his body. He wondered. "Isn't this stuff supposed to be terrifying and gloomy and scary? It doesn't seem to have much of an effect…"
He took another look. The blood-red mist looked endless and continued to fuse with his body. However, to be honest, he did not feel much at all.
"Hm, maybe it's because I'm too kind? Maybe I was given too many good guy cards in the previous life?" Hong Dali touched his chin. Plenty of memories from before flooded his mind.