Horror/Fear Anime: Starting with a Tomie Hairstyle

Chapter 150 The Curse of Deep Desire

"I'm your father!"

No sooner had he finished speaking than Jiu Zhiche exerted his strength, grabbed, twisted, and bent over, completing a perfect over-the-shoulder throw!

"Bang!!"

The woman fell heavily to the ground, her long legs forming an "X" shape, her eyes filled with undisguised bewilderment.

Jiuzhi Che shook his head in disappointment: "How could you be so rebellious, you unfilial daughter?"

The woman's expression changed slightly, but he remained unaffected.

How is that possible!

You should know that those who are drawn into the realm of love are all cursed!

Just as Jiuzhiche was about to kill the woman, a subtle feeling suddenly surged through his body.

This feeling has always been there, but it's getting stronger and stronger now.

He opened the panel, and a few more words appeared in the status column.

Deeply desiring a curse.

"Skull Sword!"

Jiuzhiche took out a sword the size of a pendant. In the next instant, the sword suddenly extended and became a longsword in the blink of an eye. The scabbard automatically closed and disappeared into the sword.

He slit the woman's throat with a single sword stroke.

[Contact with the shadow of Love's Sea to gain 2% initial spirituality]

[Deal with the shadow of love, gain 2% spirituality]

"Increase immunity to 50%."

[Consumes 10% of Spirituality, Current Allocable Spirituality: 10.8%]

[Immune activation progress 50%]

The woman's corpse on the ground began to fade away, scattering into pieces until nothing was left.

Jiuzhiche tentatively opened the door; it wasn't locked.

He went out and closed the door behind him.

Before me was a long corridor, similar to that of a hotel, with each room tightly closed, yet the sounds could be heard exceptionally clearly.

The voices of men and women mingled together, creating a decadent melody.

Jiuzhiche wasn't too surprised, but he was speechless that he had been cursed again.

Sure enough, it was involved in this matter.

After walking for a while, Jiu Zhiche stopped and breathed slightly.

It's not that I'm tired, it's that I feel depressed.

That's human nature.

The curse directly colluded with the desires deep within human nature, making it even more difficult to suppress than simple power or money.

If even a 50% immunity level can't completely suppress it, one can imagine that ordinary people would probably have long since become slaves to their desires.

At this moment, the images of Tomie, Kayako, and Sadako were still playing on a loop in Jiuzhiche's mind...

He shook his head, forcibly suppressing those romantic thoughts.

We need to find the commander quickly... and Miyamoto Takeshi.

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

Kayako opened her phone and immediately saw Che's abs.

She pressed her face against it and smiled foolishly.

The beauty of her dream was so vivid that she wanted to stay immersed in it forever.

But she quickly abandoned the idea.

Dreams may be wonderful, but Che in reality is what she truly desires, her true home.

She thought about it and realized that naming her son "Big Mountain" was a bit rustic, and naming her daughter "Little Lily" was a bit too common.

Let's just call them both Ai Che.

Kayako blushed, feeling a little excited about the day her baby would be born.

Wait, maybe Che doesn't like children.

Then let's not have any more children.

Actually, she doesn't really like children, but she can only patiently raise Che's child.

Or, should I sleep a little longer?

I want to dream...

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

First generation Tomie stretched and curled up on the bed in the room that Jiuzhi Che had prepared for her, then immediately stretched out again.

A relaxed smile appeared on his face.

My mind is clearer than ever before.

The curse from that apology-scumbag turtle no longer has any effect on her.

She even had a vague feeling that if he dared to use that apology curse again, she would not give up so quickly as she had this time.

Simply put, resistance has increased.

Her black hair flew wildly, twisting and swirling in the air like a living thing, very obedient, as if she herself were moving.

Tomie smiled with satisfaction.

Great, my mental strength has also improved.

Her eyes flickered twice.

Actually, she originally planned to kill the imposter next to A-Che to get revenge, but she has now changed her mind.

Anyway, A-Che was planning to go to Black Vortex Town soon, so she might as well go a little earlier. Perfect timing, she had some things to talk to that imposter in Black Vortex Town about.

She wasn't the only one who thought this way; many imposters had already gone there.

They were all sunk into the dragonfly pond.

If she were to acquire the ability to block memories, A-Che's concerns would cease to exist.

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

One Punch Tomie was in a sorry state.

I've never been this disheveled or frustrated since birth.

In front of her was a petite little girl named Tomie, who was sitting with her legs crossed, wearing a loose T-shirt, her fair little feet swinging up and down, and a lazy smile on her lips.

"What, giving up so quickly? Keep fighting! I thought you had amazing stamina, is that all?"

Tomie's fingers tightened and then loosened.

There was a scratch on her face.

With past examples to learn from, she doesn't need to invite trouble upon herself.

Seeing that the other person didn't respond, the little girl Tomie pouted in boredom and turned on the TV with the remote control.

There was a clear scratch on her face as well. She casually wiped the blood with a tissue, then went to the kitchen, turned on the gas stove, and burned it.

If it's just blood, there are ways to deal with it.

She then returned to the sofa.

"Hahaha~"

The new comedy show on TV was so funny that little Tomie laughed out loud.

Suddenly, her body was lifted up and then thrown onto the small sofa next to her.

Tomie took the spot with one punch and said coldly, "Don't think that just because I can't deal with you for now, you can take my spot. I can't kill you, but tying you up and locking you up is not difficult."

The loli Tomie snorted, "What's so great about you? It won't be long before I'm stronger than all of you. By then, you'll all be... oh right, incompetent losers."

One punch to Tomie's face made her completely darken.

She stood up, grabbed the little girl Tomie who was trying to run away when she sensed something was wrong, and stuffed her into the sofa.

"Just stay there!"

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

"Pfft!"

The sword flashed past, and a little girl fell down.

White hair, loli, white stockings—it's packed with all the elements.

Unfortunately, he couldn't tempt Jiu Zhiche; his heart was as hard as iron, and he ruthlessly chopped him down.

Before this, he had slashed mature women, young women, matriarchal women, landmines, school beauties, and so on.

[Contact with the Love Avatar to gain 2.1% initial Spirituality]

[Deal with the split personality in the Sea of ​​Love, gain 2.1% spirituality]

[Total initial spirituality gained: 16.8%; Current progress of triggering template selection: 61%]

[Total Spirituality Acquired: 16.8%, Current Allocable Spirituality: 27.6%]

Jiuzhi Che let out a breath. Fighting monsters was quite fun, and he also saw all sorts of beautiful women from different factions.

She is beautiful, but she is so beautiful that she doesn't look human.

Moreover, having seen the most exquisite beauty before, these things were no longer enough to stir any emotion in his heart.

But if it weren't for the curse of deep desire, he might not have been so ruthless.

He had tried to open the other rooms, even though they were tightly closed, but he was a master lock picker and always carried things like wire and hairpins with him.

However, once the door opened, the scene inside could only be described as appalling.

These people all still have black tickets.

Maintaining composure amidst the revelry of the circus is a feat that surpasses that of many ordinary people.

But she still couldn't resist the temptation of love.

Reason was almost nonexistent, only primal instinct remained, and the flame of life in his head had been extinguished.

Jiuzhiche used several purification methods, but the effect was minimal.

What difference is there between them being like this and being dead?

Jiuzhiche raised his sword and swung it.

They got a quick and painless death.

When he first entered the circus, Jiu Zhiche didn't want to alert them. In addition, when he saw the sign next to the lion's cage, he had tried to go out the door, but was blocked by an invisible force.

Therefore, he did not alarm anyone.

As I said before, people can't easily believe those outrageous and mind-blowing things.

Unless they saw it with their own eyes and experienced it firsthand.

Their deaths were all caused by the ringmaster and the circus.

With a flick of his wrist, Jiu Zhiche unleashed a chilling light from the skull sword, and blood dripped from its tip.

Another couple, sent them away.

The door closed, and the pink allure and the corpse inside were swallowed up together into the shadows of the room.

There are dozens more rooms like this...