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The Smoke Spirit roared in hysteria, frantically looking at me as it clawed at its own head vigorously, finally finding a piece of rotten flesh inside and yanking it out to hold in front of me, collapsing into a scream:
"Do you see this tumor? It's about to claim my life... It could take my life any moment now! Why won't you let me succeed!"
Then it tore a gash in its thigh, revealing numerous rice-sized tumors packed closely together, which looked extremely chilling.
Crying, it shouted:
"You clearly like my paintings! Why won't you let me be successful! If tumors spread over my whole body, I will die! I'm using medication to control my body, looking for a way to use…"
No wonder, no wonder this girl was so desperate, she was about to die.
But this girl didn't seem to have any issues, so who was teaching her all this stuff?
A terminally ill patient, capable of wielding such trickery?
Impossible.