Just as Hwang Zheng Dao was about to chant the next spell, he felt something strange and realized that his body was also appearing.
Are you a shadow eater? Is it really Shadow Eater?
Is that why he was affected by the spell?
Hwang Jeong-do was questioning his identity, but he also didn't know what he would do next. If he really continues reading, what will happen next will have unknown consequences.
“Be confident in who you are.”
Huang Zhengdao suddenly heard someone say: He looked around absentmindedly and found that there was no sign of anyone. He lowered his head and looked at Wu Gao's head embedded in the body of a shadow-eating insect. This head seemed to be talking.
“Who I am… Please firmly believe in who I am.” Hwang Jeong-do said as he looked at the city around him in an alternate dimension that was gradually collapsing. It seemed like something had struck me. He murmured his last words, a mantra, before his consciousness was led into a final darkness.
In an instant, all the shadow-eating insects that were there were controlled by the spell and became unable to move.
"Die, sleep peacefully in eternal darkness..." Huang Zhengdo muttered and manded before losing consciousness.
Immediately after that, a large number of insect-eaten shadows fell to the ground one after another, passively listening to the sound of a magical violin from another dimension that was the last song of mourning.
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"Is this appropriate?" a young occult detective asks an old man. He looked at the coffin with interest as it was carried into the auditorium. The person lying inside was an unfamiliar face to the occult detectives present. , he wasn't even wearing the clothes or signatures that a mystery detective should wear, clearly showing everyone that this person was not a mystery detective.
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