"Evil Dream, why do you think they are toys?" Evil Dream asked calmly.

"Those who once trampled on me and humiliated me, their souls are filthy too. When one day they fall into your hands, to be manipulated at your will, would you treat them kindly?"

Atu looked at Evil Dream and asked coldly.

Evil Dream blinked, recalling some past events, and said, "No, I think the same as you."

"Those who bullied me before, I made them suffer and enjoyed it immensely."

Atu's eyes lit up slightly: "It seems we are the same kind of people."

"You should be on the same side as me. I can share part of my paradise with you."

Evil Dream's lips curled into a cold smile: "Let's not talk about whether your so-called paradise is rotten or not, and besides, I don't like sharing. I prefer to take what's others' for myself."

Atu's eyes turned cold again: "I gave you a chance, but you didn't cherish it. Regret slowly."

Under the wall, Yanan stood up, the red veins on his body writhing, layers of blood light bursting forth, and the paper figures wailed again.

One of the paper figures, with its face twisted to the extreme, grew scarlet flesh, transforming into a huge tumor.

The flesh writhed, dense blood vessels exposed to the air, the tumor's features gradually forming, teeth bared, eyes almost bulging out of their sockets, a terrifying ghostly face, like it had been skinned, bloody.

Then, like fruit, tumors emerged from Yanan's body, features forming.

Their central nervous systems were all connected inside Yanan, like a mother body serving as a vessel, providing life force.

Yanan himself had long lost his original form, the paper figures on his face falling off, revealing a face like petrified, completely losing consciousness.

The ghostly heads growing on his body made him look like a moving ghost nest!

"Beautiful, absolutely beautiful!"

"How is it? This is my perfect toy, isn't it stunning?" Atu looked at Yanan, suddenly excited, spreading his arms wide, laughing loudly.

That look, like showcasing a meticulously crafted piece of art to everyone.

"This aesthetic..." Xiao Liu's mouth twitched.

"Sick people are all like this." Qin Nuo said calmly.

Li Qianqian looked at Yanan's current appearance, her expression dazed, the complex emotions in her heart growing stronger.

"You can become a part of this vessel, or another vessel, after all, you're so beautiful and perfect."

"When I turn you into a toy, I should think carefully about this question, which is better?"

Atu looked at Evil Dream, pinching his chin, already pondering the next question.

Evil Dream also smiled: "Is this your most beautiful toy?"

"Can you show me where the stunning part is?"

As soon as the words fell, Yanan moved, the speed still too fast for the naked eye to catch, in the blink of an eye, he was in front, the two heads on his body opening their mouths wide, a strange suction, accompanied by a bizarre black wind rising.

"Be careful, don't tear it apart!" Atu reminded from behind.

The black wind fell on Evil Dream, trying to extract the soul.

But in a flash of black light, the two heads suddenly fell to the ground, rolling and rotting into decayed flesh.

At the same time, two paper figures drifted to the ground, turning to ashes.

Yanan's consciousness moved, suddenly retreating a step, but it was too late, the black light tore through his surface.

The scarlet, disgusting flesh split open, gushing out a large amount of black liquid, like a severed artery, spraying incessantly!

The ghostly heads on his body rotted one by one, paper figures falling off one by one.

Atu's face changed drastically, looking at Evil Dream's hand.

In that small hand, held a pair of pitch-black scissors, the blade edges surrounded by a faint purple glow.

"Your toy is really inferior, just a main line connecting other lines, using cursed ghost creatures to provide simple life force."

"To put it bluntly, it's a despicable curse controlling an ugly shell, I was actually a bit expectant."

Evil Dream shook her head, her small face showing obvious disappointment.

Atu's face turned livid, the insult to his proud toy like trampling on his bottom line, he gritted his teeth, speaking word by word.

"I've changed my mind, you're not worthy of being my toy."

"Tear her body apart and devour her soul!"

Yanan, who had retreated, rushed forward again under Atu's forced command, the ugly ghostly heads on him baring their teeth at Evil Dream.

Evil Dream's expression remained indifferent, with a gentle wave of the black scissors in her hand, those terrifying ghostly heads were all cut off, falling to the ground.

But with the replenishment of cursed paper figures, they quickly grew back.

Evil Dream extended a finger to her forehead, then a layer of blood-red curse, connected with dense runes, emerged around her.

When those ghostly heads and vengeful spirits came to devour, they all touched that layer of blood-red curse, and rotted, falling to the ground.

Evil Dream bit her fingertip, a drop of crimson smeared on the scissors.

In the burst of intense blood light, Evil Dream ignored the terrifying red veins and tumors, stabbing the scissors into Yanan's body!

It seemed to cut something, Yanan and the terrifying ghosts on him all quieted down.

The next second, Evil Dream withdrew the scissors, and along with it, a large number of ferocious, pale faces were extracted.

When these faces were pulled out, the tumors on Yanan's body quickly withered and rotted, the red veins interspersed with flesh also quickly fell off, turning to nothingness.

Evil Dream pulled two strands of hair from her own flowing black hair.

With a twist of her fingers, one strand threaded through the ferocious faces extracted by the scissors, those souls in a state of unconsciousness were confined there by a single strand of hair.

The other strand of hair drilled into one of the paper figures on the ground.

That paper figure seemed to be given life, jumping up on its own, quickly sticking to Yanan.

The three colorful paper figures on his forehead instantly lost their luster.

Yanan paused, his eyes closed, standing there like a puppet.

In an instant, the entire scene fell completely silent.

And Evil Dream's expression remained indifferent and nonchalant.

Her languid gaze lifted, looking at Atu above: "Do you have any other tricks?"

Atu was stunned there, trying to use his mind to control Yanan, only to find it completely severed.

His expression carried disbelief: "How did you do it?"

"It seems you know nothing about curses, just have a cursed ghost creature."

"Without that paper figure, you seem to be nothing."

Evil Dream shook her head, the laziness in her eyes growing deeper.

Atu relied solely on a cursed ghost creature, while Evil Dream's curse came entirely from her own resentment, the two weren't even on the same level!

Not to mention, Evil Dream was a disaster-level ghost!

"Judging by your expression, you have nothing left, so let's end it here."

Evil Dream said softly, raising the cursed scissors in her hand with a slide.

Invisible black light traversed the air.

Atu's pupils shrank, trying to dodge, only to realize his body had already been torn apart, split in two...