Chapter 2099

Amelia suddenly stretched her neck forward: "Does it have anything to do with you?"

Carl's fingertips paused for a moment, then quickly returned to normal: "No, it doesn't. I'm just a patient."

Amelia blinked: "But your condition is almost cured."

"Not yet." Carl coughed lightly twice. "I'm still in the recovery stage and need the little miracle doctor's treatment."

Meanwhile, in the basement of a certain villa, there were no windows. The only source of light was an oil lamp covered in dust beside the offering table. The wick was twisted extremely thin, and the orange-red flame shivered in the wind, stretching the shadows long and thin against the mottled walls, like streaks of congealed blood.

The offering table was made of oak, its surface smooth yet reflecting a cold, hard light under the lamp. At the very center of the table sat an Evil Doll.

The doll was only about half a foot tall, dressed in a kimono. The silk fabric shimmered with an