Under the shadows, the man's figure was extremely bizarre, as if countless writhing shadows were endlessly swaying within, sending shivers down one's spine.
Even the surrounding space was overshadowed by the shadow, reflecting a certain distortion, under which seemed to hide an entirely different alternate dimension.
The infant blinked its big eyes, looking innocently at the man, with strands of Buddha Light emerging around its body.
And then...
Gululu~
A sound resembling the flow of sludge echoed, the infant began to giggle, turning over and lying on the bed, looking upwards at a phantom slowly emerging, shrouded in Buddha Light.
It was a monk appearing pot-bellied, with a large head. Under the Buddha Light, it seemed remarkably sacred.
His face was covered with swastika patterns, that imposing and harmonious imprint of the Buddhist Sect, bringing an indescribable eeriness to his face.
"You shouldn't have come here."
