At this moment, Zhou Xuan finally saw clearly—Mu Hua's arm was marked with deep bite wounds.
Now in his bloodthirsty state, Little Fuzi lying beside him looked as tempting as a piping hot meat bun to a starving beggar.
Relying on the excruciating pain coursing through him, Zhou Xuan managed to cling to a final shred of clarity, resisting the urge to devour Little Fuzi.
Meanwhile, Mu Hua struggled to come to terms with his past, and found himself unwilling to leave the dark confines of the cave.
"Mu Hua, let me tell you again—you didn't eat your companions. It was just a dream," Zhou Xuan tried to persuade him once more.
"It wasn't a dream. It wasn't a dream!"
Mu Hua slammed his hands onto the altar.
The bloodstains on the altar suddenly brightened, and the Blood Map of the Evil Ghost emitted a sinister laugh.
On the cave's dome ceiling, the scene from years ago—when the "Hundred Infants Raised Mu Hua into the Legend of the Hundred Spirits"—began to unfold.
