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Firelight covered my vision.

"You... kill him... he... his soul is gone... there is no next life... there is no such day... You clearly said that the obsession will not disappear..."

Mo Wen's voice came from the fire.

I suddenly opened my eyes.

Opposite the sea of ​​​​fire, many people dressed as ancient people stood. Each of them held a piece of wood of different sizes in their hands, with exquisitely carved patterns on the wood.

My heart skipped a beat.

"Your obsession is too deep, so you can't be reincarnated. Cultivate it in our family's magic weapon for thousands of years, and then you can have a chance of survival by getting rid of your obsession. Evil ghost, don't be stubborn and stubborn. Otherwise, you will also end up like this. The end of the soul."

One of the people across from me lifted a piece of wood and threw it towards me.

I raised my head uncontrollably and looked at the piece of wood and then at the people who were ready to go.

The corners of his mouth were pulled.

"He said that obsession will never disappear. He forgot that obsession is attached to the soul, and the soul will be destroyed."

Mo Wen's voice floated faintly. He didn't say these words, they were just his thoughts.

The piece of wood fell on top of my head, and I felt like my whole body was being sucked into a black hole, and my consciousness was blurred again.

"My obsession cannot be eliminated. When I come out again, I will destroy! You! The entire! Clan!"

Hate consumes me. That wave began to recede and come back again.

This time it was from surprise to crazy emotions.

"What he said is true! He really appeared! This day, finally...!"

In Mo Wen's intense emotions and his vision, I saw myself.

Before I could react, the scene in my field of vision changed.

The crew lay on the ground moaning and writhing, with the screaming crowd behind them.

Mo Wen turned around and scanned the people who were running away in a hurry.

Among those people, some ran away in panic, some were scared to death, and some boldly took out their mobile phones to take photos and videos.

I saw my sister who was knocked down, and my heart skipped a beat.

But Mo Wen quickly looked away from his sister.

His soul was in pain, the ghosts of the Ge family were haunting him, and he was still angry.

I gave my sister a breath, but I soon saw her figure again.

Mo Wen flew over lightly, and everyone he met along the way was attacked by him.

The blood of living people poured into Mo Wen's body with vitality, repairing the soul damaged by the Ge family's soul.

Mo Wen stared at his sister, but did not take action. When his sister was knocked down, he was still leisurely in the air.

I saw the mobile phone that fell from my sister’s hand and was kicked somewhere by the chaotic crowd.

I was furious, but my soul was not under my control. I could only watch Mo Wen follow his sister like this.

Soon, the staff of the scenic spot arrived. They organized the panicked crowd and left the scenic spot in an orderly manner. The younger sister was pulled up and entered the team.

My sister was touching her pockets and bags, looking for someone to answer the phone with a sad face.

But the scene was still chaotic and no one could help her.

When my sister registered to leave the studio, a staff member lent her an office phone.

I suddenly realized something and held my breath.

The younger sister held the microphone and shouted in a crying voice: "Brother! Brother, I'm at the gate of the film and television city! I... over here... okay, okay, I'll wait for you to come over."

I was in a daze.

My sister hung up the phone and waited in the guard room at the entrance of the film and television city. A staff member poured her tea and asked her what happened inside.

My sister was a little confused when she spoke. While holding a paper cup in one hand, she pressed her chest with the other hand.

Mo Wen's eyes fell on his sister's hand.

His emotions kept fluctuating, sometimes happy, sometimes angry, sometimes full of expectation.

"The day has finally arrived. Although the strength is still somewhat lacking..."

This thought was running through Mo Wen's mind, as well as the memories that kept popping up from the bottom of his heart.

Regarding that person, that madman, the person who named him was also the person who protected him when he became a ghost...

That was a young man, a human being, not God as Gu Mo and Nangong Yao had guessed.

He lived for a long time, and when he died, his hair was gray, but what remained unchanged was the calm and peaceful expression on his face.

Suddenly, I heard my sister's cry of surprise.

"elder brother!"

The direction my sister was looking at was behind Mo Wen.

Just as Mo Wen was about to turn around, a sharp pain suddenly hit him, as if something was tearing his body apart and grinding him into powder!

"Ah——" Mo Wen roared.

Before he finished turning around, I didn't see myself, and my consciousness fell into darkness.

What?

what happened?

"Who? Who is it?"

This is Mo Wen’s remaining thought.

In the darkness, something flickered.

It seems to be the Republic of China scenic spot in the film and television city, but it also seems to be other scenic spots.

I saw myself fleetingly.

I saw my sister again, fleetingly.

What else is there...

This seems to be Mo Wen's extremely messy memory.

Those fragments of memory soon disappeared.

"You are wrong, Liu Che, I didn't see that day either..."

I slowly opened my eyes.

The dream is over.

Mo Wen’s last thought was regret. What he wants to see is a world without ghosts.

The original world without ghosts.

"Brother Qi? What's wrong with you?" The fat man called me.

I turned my head and saw the fat man sitting on the hospital bed looking at his mobile phone.

Some of the others were asleep or looking at their phones.

I turned to look at my sister on the other side. She was still sleeping, sleeping deeply.

What did the me she saw do in the security room of the film and television city?

Killed a ghost she couldn't see in front of her?

But the way Mo Wen died was very strange. Instead of being turned into nothingness by me reversing time, it was shattered... was it torn apart by the souls of the Ge family?

So, what is the current reality?

Don't ask me what it would be like to meet me? What happened when Nangong Yao and the others found their sister's body?

My heart throbbed.

My sister’s dry hand was placed in my palm.

I didn't see what she looked like at that time, but I can imagine her miserable condition at that time.

I obviously wanted to protect her, but time and time again... I made the situation worse!

Before I changed the past, she escaped from the film and television city. After I changed the past for the second time, I killed Mo Wen in front of her, but the reality now is...

"Brother Qi, are you okay?" the fat man asked.

I shook my head.

The unsolved mysteries become irrelevant.

The "that day" in Mo Wen's dream is now rooted in my heart.

There are no ghosts, no supernatural world, that would be a beautiful world.

The public trial and public punishment that Ye Qing needs can also be based on this, right?

Will that day...will come? Will I bring it?

I was a little dazed and found it difficult to breathe.

It's not that I want to avoid this important task, but I really don't know where to start.

Not long ago, I thought about it. Find a ghost older than Mo Wen and eliminate the source of God's madness. But at that time, it was just a naive idea. Now, it seems to have become an obligation and heavy expectations are placed on it.

It was Ye Qing who should have done such a shocking move, not me.

Ye Qing, he didn't even think about erasing the source of the supernatural, right?

That Liu Che is indeed a lunatic... a big lunatic...

I suddenly realized that the ghost most likely to help me achieve this goal was Mo Wen. We have the same goal.

Now, Mo Wen has been completely wiped out.

Obliterated by us, by the crazy God...