Darkness gathered behind him like a pool of viscous black water. Countless black and red patterns emerged on Wei Jinting's exposed skin, like brands.

The patterns were both a curse and shackles.

Wu stared at him with interest, the knife in his hand seeming to have a consciousness of its own, emitting a buzzing sound like excitement.

The corners of Wu's mouth lifted, his originally handsome face beginning to distort. He stared intently into Wei Jinting's eyes, his gaze filled with desire.

Compared to the urban legends he had collected before, the man before him was in a different league. This was what he wanted!

He would make Wei Jinting his most perfect collectible.

The most terrifying urban legend!

The darkness coiled around Wu completely erupted, without any warning, as if a black ocean had welcomed a storm.

The next second, two shadows moving too fast to be seen collided violently, the aftershocks like two black tides.

The bright blade left a deep mark on Wei Jinting's body. If he hadn't dodged in time, it would have severed his entire left arm.

Wei Jinting's once normal left arm turned gray, filled with a deathly aura. Countless blood vessels ruptured, and blood dripped from his slender fingertips.

The splattered blood traveled along the blade, creating a shocking beauty.

Even more bizarrely, the blood seemed to come alive, boiling violently and turning into countless dark red patterns.

The black and red curse originally on Wei Jinting's body actually appeared on Wu's knife-wielding arm, even wrapping around the blade.

The curses were dense and wriggled like young snakes, surging toward Wu's body and heart.

Raising his hand and looking at the frantically wriggling curses, Wu revealed a disappointed expression. "Is that all?" He waved the knife and shattered the curses wrapped around it with a light shake.

Immediately afterward, countless curses lurking around twisted into dozens of chains, stabbing at him like swords, like giant pythons smelling blood.

At this moment, the room had disappeared. The place where the two of them stood was a pitch-black ocean.

The chains formed entirely of curses swept horizontally towards Wu, but the latter didn't dodge at all, cutting them off with his knife.

The curse chains were fearless, pouring out like a black ocean. Wu was the one holding the knife and going against the current.

In the exchange, he found his opponent's weakness.

He seemed only able to use curse power to form chains for attack, and in their first exchange, he was injured by Wu's close-range attack in a single exchange.

As long as he could get close to him, the game would be over.

As if guessing Wu's thoughts, countless curse chains tightly wrapped around Wei Jinting's body, as if he were hiding under a black and red waterfall of curses.

The light of the knife was impenetrable. After each chain was broken, it turned into dark red curses and splashed, which, although not fatal, would cause him trouble if they touched his body.

Getting close to him wasn't easy either.

The next second, after cutting off a chain attacking from behind, Wu's figure suddenly appeared beside the giant picture book.

One hand pressed against the picture book, and it slowly opened, a gloomy aura pouring out. Immediately afterward, a scene that made one's scalp tingle appeared.

An arm stretched out from the picture book, still covered in blood.

No.

Not just one.

Dozens of arms, lead-gray in color, looking like they didn't belong to the living, fingers bent into claws. Countless vengeful spirits crawled out of the picture book.

Seeing this scene through the gap, Wei Jinting's eyes suddenly narrowed.

This Wu actually released the vengeful spirits from the urban legends.

Dozens of vengeful spirits pounced, grabbed the chains, and bit wildly. Although some were strangled by the chains or couldn't bear the curses and their bodies exploded, this really brought no small amount of trouble to Wei Jinting.

Taking advantage of the brief moment when the chains were entangled by the ghosts, Wu had already cut through the curses blocking him and arrived in front of Wei Jinting.

The next second, the sharp blade pierced through the latter's body.

A mouthful of blood spurted out, and the mutations on Wei Jinting's body melted like ice and snow. The surrounding darkness also receded like the tide.

Under their feet was still Room 808.

Staring at the man before him who had only half a life left, Wu expressionlessly pulled out the knife. Wei Jinting clutched his wound and staggered back a few steps, but still managed to stand firm.

"Haa... Haa..." He gasped heavily. The knife that stabbed him seemed to have something strange about it. The wound felt like it was being constantly torn apart, causing excruciating pain.

He knew that the knife was also tainted with curses.

The despair and curses that Wu carried were no less than his own.

"Cough, cough..." He coughed violently, then wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand. After a long while, he grinned, revealing teeth stained with blood: "You are a bit more troublesome than I thought."

Wu looked at him without replying, the blade beside him flowing with a cold light.

"Ouch, that really hurt." Wei Jinting instantly lost his composure, clutching his wound, leaning against the wall, and said in a very unsportsmanlike manner, "You're really freaking ruthless. You wait, I'll remember you!"

"My ability isn't suited for combat, so it's not shameful that I can't beat you this time. Besides, we agreed to a one-on-one fight, but you freaking called for backup!" He complained with some regret, "If I had known, I would have brought my Xiao Ranran. He would have killed you in minutes."

"Those who have lost their door will no longer have memories." Wu looked at Wei Jinting, who had lost his ability to resist, as if he were looking at a beloved collectible. "So whether you remember me or not is meaningless. In the end, the result is the same for you."

Wu sized up Wei Jinting, the satisfaction in his eyes unhidden. Collectibles with doors were rare.

"It might hurt a little." Too lazy to talk anymore, Wu held the knife upside down and slowly walked towards him. "Bear with it, it will be quick..." He paused, "And then you won't feel any more pain."

"Wait!" Wei Jinting looked at Wu getting closer and closer, took off his hood, and shouted, "I have something to discuss with you."

Staring at Wei Jinting's face, Wu was stunned for a moment, and then nodded slightly as if he suddenly understood something. "So that's your ability."

"Okay, okay, I'm convinced, okay?" Wei Jinting, having completely changed his appearance, shouted, "My ability is disguise, and I prefer reading gentle horror novels to horror comics."

"So if you make me enter your urban legend, that is a violation of civic consciousness." Wei Jinting snorted twice and threatened, "That's illegal! The police won't let you off, and you might even get the death penalty."

A trace of impatience flashed across Wu's face. He wasn't a good-natured person, especially towards such unreasonable guys.

Seeing that Wu was about to kill, Wei Jinting hurriedly shouted, "You can't kill me. If you kill me, we'll all die!"