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As that sigh fell, the surrounding environment also changed.

The room changed from the living room to the kitchen.

I heard a woman's voice.

"I'm sorry to bother you all the time."

"It's nothing. After all...this is what I should do. Is Yunyun going to have a birthday? I'll buy a cake then."

"No, no, no. We've already booked it."

After a while, the woman added: "You can come too."

"Well... you have dinner together at home. If I come over..."

The little girl ran in jumping and asked loudly: "Mom, have you told Uncle Pan?"

"You have to speak for yourself about your own affairs."

"What do you want to tell uncle?"

"I'm celebrating my birthday next week, and my mother said we should go to a restaurant for dinner together. Uncle Pan, you can come too. Okay!"

"Okay, okay. If you say so, I will definitely come."

"Great! Grandma, Uncle Pan said he would come!" The little girl jumped out again.

As the girl left, the kitchen turned into the living room.

Several dishes were placed on the table.

"I really want to trouble you today. Otherwise, I would have to ask someone to clean the range hood."

"Don't be so polite. You still let me eat..."

"Hey, where's my bottle of white wine? Take it out and let Xiao Pan and I have a drink."

"I don't drink anymore, so I don't need to take it."

"Have a drink! If you don't come, no one will drink with me. Alas... Peng Han has gone, and no one will drink with me in the future..."

"Old man..."

"I don't blame you. I don't blame you. I know that it was an accident and no one wanted it. You have been taking care of our family and taking care of us for my son. You really mean it. Let's have a drink today."

"Okay. Auntie, sit down and I'll get it."

"Inside the kitchen cabinet, the second cabinet on the left."

After leaving the table, I could still hear voices behind me. They miss their dead son and regard "me" as comfort.

My eyes swept over the kitchen cabinets and landed on the knife rest.

I stepped forward and opened the cupboard door, took out the exquisitely packaged liquor inside, and began to unpack it.

The plastic packaging is somewhat difficult to open.

My eyes moved to the knife rest again.

The hand that reached out did not hold the scissors, but wiped the scissors and held a fruit knife. The fruit knife was pulled out and stuffed back again. I ended up picking up a kitchen knife.

The kitchen knife is very sharp, and it cuts through the joint of the package with just one stroke. I took out the liquor bottle.

I didn't put down the kitchen knife, but held the liquor in one hand and the kitchen knife in the other, behind my back.

"Oh, here it is. Have you got your cup?" The old man sitting at the table glanced at my hand behind my back.

I felt myself nodding.

I had already walked to the table and raised my hand as if to put the wine on the table, but the hand I raised high flipped my wrist and suddenly fell down.

The liquor bottle hit the old woman next to her on the head.

There was a loud bang, and everyone at the table was stunned.

They didn't have time to react, and I didn't even look at the old lady who fell to the ground. I waved my hand behind my back and hit the old man on the head with a knife.

No matter how sharp a kitchen knife is, it is impossible to cut a person in half like this. The blade of the knife was embedded in the old man's head. I pulled hard twice and shook the blade before pulling out the kitchen knife.

The mother and daughter who were still alive screamed. The woman is holding her child and trying to run away.

I turned around, took a step forward, and slashed the woman on the back.

The woman fell to the ground, crushing the girl she was holding.

"Well! Pan Yuanhai... you..."

The little girl cried loudly, "Uncle, Uncle Pan..."

I lowered my head and pulled the girl up without mercy.

"No! No!" The woman rushed forward, but I kicked her away.

I placed the cut kitchen knife on the girl's slender neck. Her body was shaking because of crying, and her delicate skin was scratched by the kitchen knife.

I pressed down slightly with my hand, and the wound on the girl's neck deepened. Blood flowed out and stained her beautiful dress.

"No! Let go of my daughter!" The woman rushed forward again.

I raised my hand and slit the girl's throat.

The girl's blood splattered on the woman's face.

I shook my hand and threw the girl to the woman.

She knelt on the ground, hugging the girl and crying.

Outside the gate, there seemed to be some movement.

"Why... why did you do this! You are crazy, Pan Yuanhai!" the woman shouted miserably.

"Why?" I knelt down, raised my hand, and inserted a knife into the woman's heart. I looked directly into her wide eyes and said, "Pan Yuanhai killed your husband, your son, and your father. What are you doing?" He’s a family member! Why do you think of the person who killed me as a family member?”

I growled.

The woman's eyes widened even more.

I let go of the hand holding the knife, and the woman fell into a pool of her own blood. The hand holding the little girl gradually loosened her grip.

I looked at the mother and daughter, then turned to look at the old couple.

There was a knock on the door outside, and some people were discussing whether to call the police.

I trembled and fell to the ground.

My hands touched blood, and more blood, just on my clothes.

My eyes fell on the knife on the woman's body. I shed tears, trembled, held the knife, and pulled it out. The woman's blood shot into my eyes. My vision was blood red.

The knife with warm blood touched my neck, and then there was a burst of pain.

I felt the blood rushing out of my body.

In my blood-red vision, I saw a figure.

The man stared at me with hatred.

In a blink of an eye, my vision was still covered with a layer of blood mist, but the tragic murder scene disappeared.

"Huh...huh..." I rubbed my aching head and finally calmed down my intense emotions.

The time displayed on my phone reminded me that only a minute had passed since I hallucinated and saw the memories of the dead.

I just saw too much.

The emotions of each deceased person are so intense.

Fear, hatred, anger, horror, despair...

These emotions are all intertwined.

The deepest thing is still anger.

Anger at being betrayed.

That feeling tugs at my soul, trying to drag me into some dark place.

My soul has not fallen into it, but those involved have been immersed in negative emotions.

As Wu Ling said, they have fallen.

The soul that had not turned into a ghost gradually became corrupted and turned into a ghost. In the process of killing people, it became further corrupted. They can quickly become extremely powerful, able to easily kill living people, and know the method of killing like the back of their hand, as if they are born with a way of survival.

I took a look at the document sent by Wu Ling.

I just watched the beginning, and my consciousness was uncontrollably impacted. I feel extremely tired.

After closing the file, I sent a message to Wu Ling explaining my situation.

"...This proves that our guess is right. They are indeed deteriorating. This is very troublesome." Wu Ling's last words seemed to be talking to himself.

I thought for a while and asked, "What about Ye Qing?"

I can't imagine what will happen to Ye Qing after he falls. It's bad enough when he loses control. But at any rate, at that time he still maintained the ideals he persists to today. Everything he did was to change the world and create a fairer and safer new world. Regardless of whether it can succeed or not, at least there is a hope and an internal logic for action. But if Ye Qing is dominated by negative emotions and becomes angry and disowns his relatives, then we may all die.

I guess, like crazy God, he will choose to eliminate all supernatural things by himself. Terminate things that shouldn't exist, commit suicide, and get rid of the last ghost in the world. That can be considered Dzogchen.

However, this extreme approach will first pit us against Ye Qing and have to fight Ye Qing.

I have no assurance of victory, nor do I want either of us to die in vain.

This is just my guess. Wu Ling and the others should know Ye Qing better and may have other ideas. Maybe things won't be as bad as I thought.

I expect Wu Ling to give me a passable answer.

"As for Ye Qing, there is nothing we can do. If he degenerates...well, it can't be said to be a bad thing. If his abilities continue to grow and make a qualitative leap, it is not impossible to kill God directly." Wu Ling What he said was beyond my expectation, "However, before that, his ability will make the world worse, and those ghosts will be stimulated by him to become more powerful. And if he really wants to kill Tian, ​​we will also I don’t know what will happen. The development of science and technology and the progress of civilization have not completely eliminated things like heaven, destiny, and belief in God. If one person completely kills those things... I don’t know what will happen.”

Good night everyone~