Between the vesicles,
Jin, with a short bob and a Red Lotus birthmark at the corner of her eye, broke into a bizarre smile.
The empty syringe was tossed aside,
and all six thick tumor tentacles had retracted into the palm of her left hand, leaving a bloody hole from which the tentacles could quickly emerge for the upcoming battle.
In Jin's right hand, the "Blood Baby Swollen Sword" still gleamed, the baby on its hilt cackling joyously.
Jin did not attack immediately but instead began to mutter to herself madly.
"When I was a child, father always liked to pinch my face and lift me up, saying my face was exactly like my mother's, always tempting those men outside, inviting disaster.
Every time after he drank, he would punch and kick my face, even cut it with a blade, pierce it with nails, or scald it with hot water.
Even after many years, it still hurts when I think about it~
