Han Fei was hit by the "Dream Realm Bullet" of the masked Night Watchman, having just crawled out of a nightmare, Kuangxiao still controls his body.
He wanted Kuangxiao to continue the pursuit, but Kuangxiao’s reaction was very strange.
The killing intent waned, Kuangxiao looked at the scattered mask fragments on the ground, lost control, and started laughing hysterically.
The ghostly images of the children in the Blood-colored Orphanage slowly dissipated, and Kuangxiao seemed to have seen that masked Night Watchman when he was very young, the appearance of the Night Watchman triggered some very unpleasant memories.
The Rebirth Slaughter Saber struggled in Kuangxiao’s hand, Big Evil quietly crawled to one side, the world’s most beautiful humanity and the most terrifying Disaster both wanted to steer clear of Kuangxiao, except for Han Fei, who seemed to have been abandoned by everything.
Whether good or bad, no one should approach Kuangxiao.
The Soul of Evil couldn’t leave too far, and without Han Fei’s command, Big Evil didn’t want to chase either; in just two or three seconds, that Night Watchman had already disappeared from everyone’s sight.
"Ah, still have to rely on me? The so-called Evil Soul is just ?" The Director controlled by the Soul of Evil clenched his five fingers, all the mask fragments pierced by the Destiny Thread were integrated into the Director’s body, he patiently chewed on those fragments, then casually flung out pitch-black Destiny Chains.
The chains fused with the Director’s flesh, while the other end immersed into the building, ignoring distance and defenses, locking onto that Disaster-level Night Watchman.
"I’ve already linked his destiny with mine. That guy is preparing to go to the fortieth floor. He seems apprehensive and doesn’t dare to walk up to the fiftieth floor." The Director spoke, his flesh writhing madly: "The owner of the building is awakening, I can feel this structure repelling me, and the believers downstairs are also going mad, they seem to be calling out to the Divine Spirit together. You all hurry upstairs; leave those believers to me."
"Though the believers are mostly ordinary people, their numbers are vast, and they’ve been thoroughly brainwashed by the Divine Spirit, incomparably fanatic, and unable to communicate." Mr. Mo supported Ji Zheng, feeling that they should pause and rest briefly.
"Don’t worry." The Soul of Evil tightened everyone’s Destiny Thread: "I’ll kill every last one of them."
Hearing the words of the Soul of Evil, even Mr. Mo was stunned. Is this how a villain speaks?
"In the face of death, everyone is equal; when they see the god they believe in in Hell, they will realize that the so-called devout belief is worth nothing."
Killing is just the process; what the Soul of Evil truly desires is to slay a god.
Kuangxiao is a madman laughing hysterically in despair, Han Fei is a madman who can remain calm and rational, and the Soul of Evil is a madman who is despicable, arrogant, and evil to the extreme.
Flesh and severed limbs writhed, and the Director’s body disappeared into the floor, while at the same time screams emanated from downstairs.
"I just wanted to get you all out, but you’re thinking of killing all the Divine Spirit’s people?" Mr. Mo had not expected to see this scene before coming; he still remembered the Dancer repeatedly instructing him to protect Han Fei.
Glancing at Han Fei, who was protected in the middle by many ruthless thugs, Mr. Mo showed a bitter smile: "If I’d known, I wouldn’t have come in. It’s quite embarrassing."
At this moment, Han Fei was still trying to communicate with Kuangxiao, he wanted to regain control of his body, but Kuangxiao gave no response.
Loss of control over one’s body is a terrifying thing for anyone, but Han Fei wasn’t overly nervous.
Since he chose to trust Kuangxiao, he shouldn’t waver anymore.
Quietly staying in his brain’s sea, Han Fei’s consciousness saw the entire brain sea slowly being dyed red, and upon seeing the masked Night Watchman, some memories were triggered, and those Memory Fragments emerging from the Blood-colored Orphanage collided with Han Fei’s memories.
One by one, blood-colored bubbles burst, filled with past pain and despair, the things Kuangxiao bore alone were gradually being seen by Han Fei.
Many scenes just flashed by, but they shocked Han Fei greatly.
Before Kuangxiao and the others were sent to the Welfare Home, some children had already been selected, and the Night Watchman just now was one of them.
That batch of children grew up smoothly under the care and upbringing of Fuer Sheng, and the children of the same batch as Han Fei watched them grow up, be adopted, and gradually show happy smiles on their faces.
The previous batch of children was the hope in Kuangxiao’s heart, believing that if they behaved well, they too would live a happy life.
Doctors and nurses often instilled ideas into them, such as pain is always temporary, and experiments always come to an end and end successfully, etc.
Some older kids who left would return to visit and bring gifts, and the Night Watchman was one of them.
He himself was an abducted child, so from a young age, he aspired to become Xinhu’s best police officer, fighting all evil and protecting every family.
The Night Watchman, who had once been adopted, was the hope of all the children in the Orphanage, but now Kuangxiao saw what "hope" ultimately turned into.
The bubbles hiding memories burst in Han Fei’s brain, showing signs of Kuangxiao’s memories starting to fuse with Han Fei’s.
Once those images completely disappeared, Kuangxiao grasped the brain fragment of Number Two and returned to the Blood-colored Orphanage.
Operating at overload, Han Fei, having just regained control of his body, was nearly driven mad by the heart-wrenching pain, he knelt, supporting himself with his hands, gasping for air.
The Ability of Word Spirit is meant as a Curse on enemies, but Kuangxiao used it almost every time on himself, as if constantly hypnotizing himself to push this body to its limits.
"I really don’t know how that guy held on."
After Kuangxiao’s consciousness disappeared, all the pressure fell on Han Fei alone, he also wanted to pursue the masked Night Watchman, but his body really couldn’t take it anymore.
Just now, watching Kuangxiao looked dashing, daring to draw his blade against the Hatred-level Night Watchman, but in reality, Kuangxiao had drained all of Han Fei’s body’s potential, using almost every available auxiliary Skill to have a chance to strike a blow at Hatred.
Taking out Xu Qin’s cooked Pig Heart from the Item Bar, Han Fei took large bites, eating helped him recover from physical injuries but couldn’t mend his mental trauma.
The painful memories Kuangxiao endured weren’t so easy to integrate; each blood-colored bubble burst increased Han Fei’s pressure.
"Exiting the game now, I wonder if the Soul of Evil will disappear, I’ll wait a bit longer." Han Fei abandoned the thought of chasing the masked Night Watchman: "The battle within the building has escalated to this extent, the Soul of Evil has even started slaughtering believers, yet the Divine Spirit has not fully awakened, what grand scheme is it plotting?"
He instructed special residents to go to the Breeding Layer to gather all usable items, and Han Fei endured the intense pain, silently waiting for the Soul of Evil.
Approximately an hour later, the Director constituted of flesh and severed limbs returned before Han Fei, exuding a more terrifying aura than before.
"Why haven’t you gone upstairs yet? Without me, are you unable to move an inch?" The Soul of Evil looked at them with an expression of annoyance, as if worried sick for this small family unit.
"There’s a sign of memory fusion between me and Kuangxiao. I want to temporarily leave the Deep World to alleviate the mental pain." Han Fei’s brain felt like a sea about to boil over.
"Isn’t pain the best fuel? Stay, I just got into the swing of things." The Soul of Evil spread his fingers, countless Destiny Threads writhing in his palm, enveloping everyone’s hope in blood red: "See, what a beautiful future we possess."
"I need to find out what exactly the Divine Spirit is plotting in reality and need to visit someone who has helped me a lot." Han Fei didn’t know how Teacher Li Xue was doing now, that old man was the Stabilizer of Xinhu, if he were gone, many things would become troublesome.
"I caught a Big Fish, he might clear up some of your doubts." The Destiny Thread on the Soul of Evil’s body gradually loosened, and a white-haired old man fell out of his body.
The Soul of Evil, in front of everyone, sliced open the old man’s scalp; as he prepared to insert the Destiny Thread into the old man’s head, an eye entwined with gold and blood emerged on the man’s forehead: "It seems that the fates of those brutal murderers down below are intertwined with him, even they would retreat when seeing him."
Seeing the eye on the old man’s forehead, Mr. Mo shouted a warning, but the Soul of Evil paid no heed; he not only looked into the eye but also attempted to gouge it out.
"Be careful!" Mr. Mo exclaimed loudly, "That eye was bestowed by the Divine Spirit, this old man is someone you can’t provoke within this building—Extreme Authority!"