In the ancient ancestral hall, the huge tree closed its eyes tightly.
The mist lingered, and the air was stagnant. Unlike the outside world, this atmosphere was like an old record, and everything that happened here would leave deep or shallow marks.
For instance, the conversation that occurred not long ago.
“Fu Xingchuan.” Fu Wuya called out to his many generations great-grandson. “I know what you’re thinking, but my corpse cage technique isn’t that simple. There are things…”
“There are ‘those things’ that exude Evil Force.”
Fu Xingchuan didn’t look back.
“Minister Jiao also mentioned them… Well, there’s also such creatures in the ‘Archive’ of the mentally ill. I know that they probably belong to the ‘other Side’.”
After all, Fu Wuya was a Charon.
Unlike Jiao Lian, who physically moved around, Elder Fu used his abilities to forcibly merge spaces of “this side” and “the other side”, twisting out a “junction door”. His first door wasn’t big, and it was difficult for people to travel through, but it had the powerful effect of distorting space.
And in this process, there would always be nefarious things from “the other side” who would be attracted to the junction.
These types of nefarious beings were fixed. Not only were they tiny, but they were also pitifully weak. When the corpse cage technique failed, they would instantly dissipate in the air, leaving only a little bit of Evil Force behind.
Fu Xingchuan once donated five corpse cages to Shian for research, but unfortunately, after this thing left the corpse cage, it was unable to survive stably on “this side”, and the research fell into a bottleneck.
“If that evil is really Zhong Yi, perhaps there will be some new discoveries beyond the ordinary.”
Fu Wuya was silent for a while. He stretched out a trembling branch and pressed the mute button on the TV remote control.
“This is a risky move. You may irritate him.” There was a little more unhappiness in Fu Wuya’s voice. “And if that person is really Zhong Yi, your approach is disrespectful…”
“Disrespectful? I don’t think so.”
Fu Xingchuan still didn’t look back. He scratched the back of his head, and the tassel earring on his ear swayed with his movements.
“Those little things aren’t destructive. We have tried them ourselves. The game’s design isn’t only for him. If something goes wrong, we can immediately intervene… It’s better than going into a serious battle.”
“If he is really Zhong Yi, at most he will dislike me and won’t spread his hostility to Shian as a whole.”
Fu Xingchuan didn’t go on.
As the former leader of Huajisi and as a thousand-year-old fox, Fu Wuya understood the implications behind these words.
Thinking that Unit 9 had been in the Archive, let alone Fu Xingchuan, Fu Wuya was a little nervous—ordinary metaphysicians would at most experience a short-term psychological trauma when they came into contact with those things. As Yin Ren was a powerful evil, god knew what kind of special reaction he would have.
The unknown in battle was the worst. Commuting to and from work with a nuclear bomb wasn’t scary; the scary thing was when this nuclear bomb exploded as soon as it was touched.
It was hard to say if Shian could prevent Yin Ren from being exposed to “unknown creatures” from Sunken Society, so it was better to give him a “vaccine” in a controlled environment and see his possible reaction in advance.
Whether it was a physical response or an emotional response, they would all become valuable basis for judgment…
Judging whether they could have a “deep cooperation”.
……
He understood the truth, but still, it could be Zhong Yi. Fu Wuya ended his memories and maintained the corpse cage technique in melancholy.
“Ancestors forgive me. Ancestors bless me…” The evil tree muttered as its branches dug circles on the nearby stone wall.
Perhaps it was his illusion, but Fu Wuya felt that since Fu Xingchuan knew his remaining lifespan, his temperament was that of a dead pig not afraid of boiling water*.
*Refers to someone who has no fear and isn’t afraid of danger or consequences.
At the same time, in the ground floor of the Fu family’s main house.
Zhong Chengshuo fiddled with the talisman buttoned on his clothes, and the levitation technique suddenly failed. He landed on the ground, bent his back, and looked warily at Yin Ren.
Yin Ren’s state wasn’t right.
The Evil Force detector on Zhong Chengshuo’s body didn’t show a warning that this person was out of control, but Zhong Chengshuo could see that Yin Ren was in a trance. His eyes were staring straight at him with no inner light.
Affected?
…By what?
Zhong Chengshuo quickly made a decision. He abandoned his excess luggage and bounced out like a beast. While Yin Ren was still in a daze, he grabbed Yin Ren’s phone that he was holding.
Zhong Chengshuo decisively launched the Coffin Nail app and turned on the voice call mode.
“Yin Ren’s state isn’t right. Lu Tanfei, are you still there?”
Zhong Chengshuo tightly fixed Dog Thing to his nylon belt pocket and pulled down Yellow Millet.
As a competent old cushion, Yellow Millet immediately noticed something was wrong with Yin Ren. It allowed itself to be pinched by Zhong Chengshuo without making a sound.
“Lu Tanfei, please answer if you can hear me.” Zhong Chengshuo raised his voice.
“…Sss…Sss… I can hear… Sorry, I’m not familiar using voice…”
An old man’s hoarse reply came from the phone.
Zhong Chengshuo sighed with relief. Sure enough, this thing could turn what he couldn’t see into visible text messages, and it could do the same with sound.
“What happened to Yin Ren?”
“I don’t know, but there are a lot of strange things on the ground… The aura isn’t like an evil being. They look like white silk everywhere, and their eyes are like flower buds. They keep repeating, ‘I don’t want to die’, ‘Someone is waiting for me’… What are these things? What should I do?”
The old man sounded at a loss.
In the shaking light, Zhong Chengshuo looked at Yin Ren, who was stumbling towards him, and took a few steps back.
In the thick darkness, those eyes were dazzling. It was just that there was no will to fight or malice in them—only a strong sense of powerlessness.
“They—they have entangled Xiao Yin’s feet and are still climbing up!” On the phone, Grandpa Lu was broadcasting in real time.
Zhong Chengshuo lowered his gaze. He swept the light across but found nothing on Yin Ren’s smooth ankle.
…It was still a bit troubling that he couldn’t see.
Zhong Chengshuo whisked his hand to the back pocket of his waist. Hearing two clicks, a folding baton engraved with runes appeared in his hand. A chain hung from the end of the baton, and the metal grip on the chain dangled slightly.
This was the gentlest weapon he wielded.
“Yin Ren!” Zhong Chengshuo tried to awaken his lover. “Yin Ren, can you hear me?”
However, Yin Ren’s gaze became more lax, and his breathing gradually became chaotic. He looked up and down at Zhong Chengshuo, whose back was drenched in sweat.
Hearing Zhong Chengshuo’s call, his steps paused a little. Unfortunately, in the next second, his hands stretched out together and reached for Zhong Chengshuo. The fingernails on his fingertips had turned an ominous black.
They were surrounded by brownish-red walls of flesh, covered with broken holes of varying sizes. Zhong Chengshuo knew that he could at least make a quick escape by turning his back and hiding in the darkness.
In the face of unknown conditions, fleeing was the most foolproof approach.
But…
King Yama stepped on the dirty corpse with his bare feet, motionless, but he didn’t even bother to be concerned about it.
“It climbed up to his knees, and those little buds are still dripping water… It’s like it’s crying. How scary,” Grandpa Lu said. “Xiao Zhong, do you understand? What should I do?”
“First, find a safe place to hide and continue to report.” Zhong Chengshuo’s entire body tightened as he readied himself to exert force at any moment.
One step. Another step.
Those hands were getting closer to him.
As an evil, Yin Ren could teleport. This slow and struggling way of moving forward should be the result of Yin Ren’s hard struggle.
Yin Ren was still sober.
Zhong Chengshuo reached up with his metal claws and grabbed onto the ceiling, suspending himself in mid-air. Yin Ren’s grasp missed, and he looked up bewilderedly. With a swing of the thin chain, Zhong Chengshuo swung behind Yin Ren.
As soon as he landed, Zhong Chengshuo lowered his center again and assumed a combat posture.
“Zhong Cheng…shuo…”
Yin Ren spoke in a distorted voice. Under the light, those red eyes stared wide without blinking.
“Why…did…you…leave…?”
Lu Tanfei floated high in the flesh cavity, sending thoughts towards Coffin Nails. “It’s climbing to his waist. It’s climbing to his waist! Xiao Yin is acting like he can’t see anything. It’s terrible!”
“Why…?” Yin Ren was still murmuring. His fingers twitched, and the black hair on the back of his head was about to move.
Zhong Chengshuo was leaning against the wall of flesh. He forced himself to adjust his breathing, and his head was spinning rapidly.
Attacked by the bizarre “non-evil object” and having no perception of the attacker… suddenly becomes extremely confused emotionally and is unable to think properly…
He had seen such symptoms before.
In the Archive, Huang Jin was attacked by a fleshy xanthium, and his symptoms were exactly the same as Yin Ren’s. Judging from Huang Jin’s later description, it should be that a certain emotion had been extremely magnified.
But after that, Zhong Chengshuo couldn’t reason any further.
At the beginning, Huang Jin was worried about Ding Lizi, so he could understand that logically, but for Yin Ren… He was someone who deeply understood human emotions.
At this time, if this person were sober, he would explain the source of those emotions with a smile and then come up with a smooth way to resolve them. Yin Ren seemed to have never had serious troubles. What kind of “emotional weakness” did a person who had traveled through hundreds of years have?
Under the extreme amplification of “emotional weakness”, what would Yin Ren do to him?
They had only been dating for a short time, and their relationship was far from the point of death. Some just approached cautiously and tentatively. Zhong Chengshuo couldn’t find any special signs, and there were too many unknowns.
Zhong Chengshuo clenched the baton in his hand. For the first time, he found that the weapon he held was incredibly heavy.
The other party hadn’t released his will to fight yet, so he should escape. He should take precautions… He should…
Some kind of feeling he wasn’t familiar with tied his feet and put a heavy weight on his heart. Logic and instinct were strongly advising him to leave, but Zhong Chengshuo’s legs were firmly nailed to the ground.
In the darkness full of corruption, the surrounding things were soaked in thick, dead air, as if everything no longer existed.
Zhong Chengshuo tried to raise the weapon with his right hand, but his left hand moved first. He grabbed the nylon strap vaguely, but unfortunately, the chocolate chips he had packed in the luggage bag weren’t on him.
He couldn’t even use the old method to appease this person.
“Yin Ren.”
Looking at his lover, who was approaching step by step, Zhong Chengshuo spoke with some confusion.
“I don’t know what to do.”
“I…” Yin Ren spat out his words with difficulty. His red eyes were already muddy. “I don’t want to…”
“I don’t understand,” Zhong Chengshuo said softly.
He couldn’t understand Yin Ren’s abnormality at the moment, just as he didn’t understand why Yin Ren was angry before… He had seen so many works and documents in which people expressed their emotions, but none of them could analyze the heart of a thousand-year-old evil.
“Zhong…” Yin Ren’s hair began to slither on the ground.
Zhong Chengshuo moved.
He held the chain in his mouth and flung his hands. Dozens of long needles pierced in all directions. They extended into red lines and sealed in the small cavity of the flesh. In an instant, the spreading aura was completely sealed off with no overflow.
“Those things are about to completely wrap Xiao Yin!” Lu Tanfei coughed nervously again. “Xiao Zhong, aren’t you invulnerable to ghosts and spirits? Can’t you tear them off?”
“They don’t have a physical body. I can’t do it.”
Zhong Chengshuo stared tightly at Yin Ren and pinched Yellow Millet as if by magic.
“Yellow Millet, I’ll throw you out. Immediately grow bigger and hold Yin Ren back,” Zhong Chengshuo said quickly. “I’ll contact Fu Xingchuan.”
The problem was difficult to solve, so it was “most reasonable” to obtain support as soon as possible.
Yellow Millet let out a grunt as if unafraid of death and turned completely black, like it was simulating closing its eyes. But it waited for a long time and was still held firmly in Zhong Chengshuo’s palm.
“No.”
Zhong Chengshuo had deformed Yellow Millet’s shape from the pinching.
“If a better solution can’t be found…”
These things appeared here because Shian deliberately did this. He and Yin Ren weren’t contestants in the ordinary sense. If their performance was too bad, Fu Xingchuan would reassess Yin Ren’s danger and stability.
Indeed, the danger of “Yin Ren”.
Zhong Chengshuo froze in place. He suddenly understood where the “difficulty” of his thinking came from.
“I’m only used to thinking about how ‘I’ can get back in one piece… This is the first time I’ve tried thinking about ‘we’.”
The red lines on the long needles flickered as Evil Force rushed back and forth in the narrow space. Yin Ren’s godless red eyes were locked firmly on Zhong Chengshuo, and a vague murmur was coming from his throat.
Zhong Chengshuo stuffed Yellow Millet, who was puffing, back into his pocket. His baton swung in a circle in the shadows, and a dim light flashed across the edge.
“Yin Ren, I’ll come up with a more suitable solution.”
The author has something to say:
I found out that after writing about the cockroach, no one wanted to talk to me anymore!
…The cockroach chapter is over. Really, look at my sincere eyes.
Next, let’s do a little Xiao Zhong vs Xiao Yin——
In the ancient ancestral hall, the huge tree closed its eyes tightly.
The mist lingered, and the air was stagnant. Unlike the outside world, this atmosphere was like an old record, and everything that happened here would leave deep or shallow marks.
For instance, the conversation that occurred not long ago.
“Fu Xingchuan.” Fu Wuya called out to his many generations great-grandson. “I know what you’re thinking, but my corpse cage technique isn’t that simple. There are things…”
“There are ‘those things’ that exude Evil Force.”
Fu Xingchuan didn’t look back.
“Minister Jiao also mentioned them… Well, there’s also such creatures in the ‘Archive’ of the mentally ill. I know that they probably belong to the ‘other Side’.”
After all, Fu Wuya was a Charon.
Unlike Jiao Lian, who physically moved around, Elder Fu used his abilities to forcibly merge spaces of “this side” and “the other side”, twisting out a “junction door”. His first door wasn’t big, and it was difficult for people to travel through, but it had the powerful effect of distorting space.
And in this process, there would always be nefarious things from “the other side” who would be attracted to the junction.
These types of nefarious beings were fixed. Not only were they tiny, but they were also pitifully weak. When the corpse cage technique failed, they would instantly dissipate in the air, leaving only a little bit of Evil Force behind.
Fu Xingchuan once donated five corpse cages to Shian for research, but unfortunately, after this thing left the corpse cage, it was unable to survive stably on “this side”, and the research fell into a bottleneck.
“If that evil is really Zhong Yi, perhaps there will be some new discoveries beyond the ordinary.”
Fu Wuya was silent for a while. He stretched out a trembling branch and pressed the mute button on the TV remote control.
“This is a risky move. You may irritate him.” There was a little more unhappiness in Fu Wuya’s voice. “And if that person is really Zhong Yi, your approach is disrespectful…”
“Disrespectful? I don’t think so.”
Fu Xingchuan still didn’t look back. He scratched the back of his head, and the tassel earring on his ear swayed with his movements.
“Those little things aren’t destructive. We have tried them ourselves. The game’s design isn’t only for him. If something goes wrong, we can immediately intervene… It’s better than going into a serious battle.”
“If he is really Zhong Yi, at most he will dislike me and won’t spread his hostility to Shian as a whole.”
Fu Xingchuan didn’t go on.
As the former leader of Huajisi and as a thousand-year-old fox, Fu Wuya understood the implications behind these words.
Thinking that Unit 9 had been in the Archive, let alone Fu Xingchuan, Fu Wuya was a little nervous—ordinary metaphysicians would at most experience a short-term psychological trauma when they came into contact with those things. As Yin Ren was a powerful evil, god knew what kind of special reaction he would have.
The unknown in battle was the worst. Commuting to and from work with a nuclear bomb wasn’t scary; the scary thing was when this nuclear bomb exploded as soon as it was touched.
It was hard to say if Shian could prevent Yin Ren from being exposed to “unknown creatures” from Sunken Society, so it was better to give him a “vaccine” in a controlled environment and see his possible reaction in advance.
Whether it was a physical response or an emotional response, they would all become valuable basis for judgment…
Judging whether they could have a “deep cooperation”.
……
He understood the truth, but still, it could be Zhong Yi. Fu Wuya ended his memories and maintained the corpse cage technique in melancholy.
“Ancestors forgive me. Ancestors bless me…” The evil tree muttered as its branches dug circles on the nearby stone wall.
Perhaps it was his illusion, but Fu Wuya felt that since Fu Xingchuan knew his remaining lifespan, his temperament was that of a dead pig not afraid of boiling water*.
*Refers to someone who has no fear and isn’t afraid of danger or consequences.
At the same time, in the ground floor of the Fu family’s main house.
Zhong Chengshuo fiddled with the talisman buttoned on his clothes, and the levitation technique suddenly failed. He landed on the ground, bent his back, and looked warily at Yin Ren.
Yin Ren’s state wasn’t right.
The Evil Force detector on Zhong Chengshuo’s body didn’t show a warning that this person was out of control, but Zhong Chengshuo could see that Yin Ren was in a trance. His eyes were staring straight at him with no inner light.
Affected?
…By what?
Zhong Chengshuo quickly made a decision. He abandoned his excess luggage and bounced out like a beast. While Yin Ren was still in a daze, he grabbed Yin Ren’s phone that he was holding.
Zhong Chengshuo decisively launched the Coffin Nail app and turned on the voice call mode.
“Yin Ren’s state isn’t right. Lu Tanfei, are you still there?”
Zhong Chengshuo tightly fixed Dog Thing to his nylon belt pocket and pulled down Yellow Millet.
As a competent old cushion, Yellow Millet immediately noticed something was wrong with Yin Ren. It allowed itself to be pinched by Zhong Chengshuo without making a sound.
“Lu Tanfei, please answer if you can hear me.” Zhong Chengshuo raised his voice.
“…Sss…Sss… I can hear… Sorry, I’m not familiar using voice…”
An old man’s hoarse reply came from the phone.
Zhong Chengshuo sighed with relief. Sure enough, this thing could turn what he couldn’t see into visible text messages, and it could do the same with sound.
“What happened to Yin Ren?”
“I don’t know, but there are a lot of strange things on the ground… The aura isn’t like an evil being. They look like white silk everywhere, and their eyes are like flower buds. They keep repeating, ‘I don’t want to die’, ‘Someone is waiting for me’… What are these things? What should I do?”
The old man sounded at a loss.
In the shaking light, Zhong Chengshuo looked at Yin Ren, who was stumbling towards him, and took a few steps back.
In the thick darkness, those eyes were dazzling. It was just that there was no will to fight or malice in them—only a strong sense of powerlessness.
“They—they have entangled Xiao Yin’s feet and are still climbing up!” On the phone, Grandpa Lu was broadcasting in real time.
Zhong Chengshuo lowered his gaze. He swept the light across but found nothing on Yin Ren’s smooth ankle.
…It was still a bit troubling that he couldn’t see.
Zhong Chengshuo whisked his hand to the back pocket of his waist. Hearing two clicks, a folding baton engraved with runes appeared in his hand. A chain hung from the end of the baton, and the metal grip on the chain dangled slightly.
This was the gentlest weapon he wielded.
“Yin Ren!” Zhong Chengshuo tried to awaken his lover. “Yin Ren, can you hear me?”
However, Yin Ren’s gaze became more lax, and his breathing gradually became chaotic. He looked up and down at Zhong Chengshuo, whose back was drenched in sweat.
Hearing Zhong Chengshuo’s call, his steps paused a little. Unfortunately, in the next second, his hands stretched out together and reached for Zhong Chengshuo. The fingernails on his fingertips had turned an ominous black.
They were surrounded by brownish-red walls of flesh, covered with broken holes of varying sizes. Zhong Chengshuo knew that he could at least make a quick escape by turning his back and hiding in the darkness.
In the face of unknown conditions, fleeing was the most foolproof approach.
But…
King Yama stepped on the dirty corpse with his bare feet, motionless, but he didn’t even bother to be concerned about it.
“It climbed up to his knees, and those little buds are still dripping water… It’s like it’s crying. How scary,” Grandpa Lu said. “Xiao Zhong, do you understand? What should I do?”
“First, find a safe place to hide and continue to report.” Zhong Chengshuo’s entire body tightened as he readied himself to exert force at any moment.
One step. Another step.
Those hands were getting closer to him.
As an evil, Yin Ren could teleport. This slow and struggling way of moving forward should be the result of Yin Ren’s hard struggle.
Yin Ren was still sober.
Zhong Chengshuo reached up with his metal claws and grabbed onto the ceiling, suspending himself in mid-air. Yin Ren’s grasp missed, and he looked up bewilderedly. With a swing of the thin chain, Zhong Chengshuo swung behind Yin Ren.
As soon as he landed, Zhong Chengshuo lowered his center again and assumed a combat posture.
“Zhong Cheng…shuo…”
Yin Ren spoke in a distorted voice. Under the light, those red eyes stared wide without blinking.
“Why…did…you…leave…?”
Lu Tanfei floated high in the flesh cavity, sending thoughts towards Coffin Nails. “It’s climbing to his waist. It’s climbing to his waist! Xiao Yin is acting like he can’t see anything. It’s terrible!”
“Why…?” Yin Ren was still murmuring. His fingers twitched, and the black hair on the back of his head was about to move.
Zhong Chengshuo was leaning against the wall of flesh. He forced himself to adjust his breathing, and his head was spinning rapidly.
Attacked by the bizarre “non-evil object” and having no perception of the attacker… suddenly becomes extremely confused emotionally and is unable to think properly…
He had seen such symptoms before.
In the Archive, Huang Jin was attacked by a fleshy xanthium, and his symptoms were exactly the same as Yin Ren’s. Judging from Huang Jin’s later description, it should be that a certain emotion had been extremely magnified.
But after that, Zhong Chengshuo couldn’t reason any further.
At the beginning, Huang Jin was worried about Ding Lizi, so he could understand that logically, but for Yin Ren… He was someone who deeply understood human emotions.
At this time, if this person were sober, he would explain the source of those emotions with a smile and then come up with a smooth way to resolve them. Yin Ren seemed to have never had serious troubles. What kind of “emotional weakness” did a person who had traveled through hundreds of years have?
Under the extreme amplification of “emotional weakness”, what would Yin Ren do to him?
They had only been dating for a short time, and their relationship was far from the point of death. Some just approached cautiously and tentatively. Zhong Chengshuo couldn’t find any special signs, and there were too many unknowns.
Zhong Chengshuo clenched the baton in his hand. For the first time, he found that the weapon he held was incredibly heavy.
The other party hadn’t released his will to fight yet, so he should escape. He should take precautions… He should…
Some kind of feeling he wasn’t familiar with tied his feet and put a heavy weight on his heart. Logic and instinct were strongly advising him to leave, but Zhong Chengshuo’s legs were firmly nailed to the ground.
In the darkness full of corruption, the surrounding things were soaked in thick, dead air, as if everything no longer existed.
Zhong Chengshuo tried to raise the weapon with his right hand, but his left hand moved first. He grabbed the nylon strap vaguely, but unfortunately, the chocolate chips he had packed in the luggage bag weren’t on him.
He couldn’t even use the old method to appease this person.
“Yin Ren.”
Looking at his lover, who was approaching step by step, Zhong Chengshuo spoke with some confusion.
“I don’t know what to do.”
“I…” Yin Ren spat out his words with difficulty. His red eyes were already muddy. “I don’t want to…”
“I don’t understand,” Zhong Chengshuo said softly.
He couldn’t understand Yin Ren’s abnormality at the moment, just as he didn’t understand why Yin Ren was angry before… He had seen so many works and documents in which people expressed their emotions, but none of them could analyze the heart of a thousand-year-old evil.
“Zhong…” Yin Ren’s hair began to slither on the ground.
Zhong Chengshuo moved.
He held the chain in his mouth and flung his hands. Dozens of long needles pierced in all directions. They extended into red lines and sealed in the small cavity of the flesh. In an instant, the spreading aura was completely sealed off with no overflow.
“Those things are about to completely wrap Xiao Yin!” Lu Tanfei coughed nervously again. “Xiao Zhong, aren’t you invulnerable to ghosts and spirits? Can’t you tear them off?”
“They don’t have a physical body. I can’t do it.”
Zhong Chengshuo stared tightly at Yin Ren and pinched Yellow Millet as if by magic.
“Yellow Millet, I’ll throw you out. Immediately grow bigger and hold Yin Ren back,” Zhong Chengshuo said quickly. “I’ll contact Fu Xingchuan.”
The problem was difficult to solve, so it was “most reasonable” to obtain support as soon as possible.
Yellow Millet let out a grunt as if unafraid of death and turned completely black, like it was simulating closing its eyes. But it waited for a long time and was still held firmly in Zhong Chengshuo’s palm.
“No.”
Zhong Chengshuo had deformed Yellow Millet’s shape from the pinching.
“If a better solution can’t be found…”
These things appeared here because Shian deliberately did this. He and Yin Ren weren’t contestants in the ordinary sense. If their performance was too bad, Fu Xingchuan would reassess Yin Ren’s danger and stability.
Indeed, the danger of “Yin Ren”.
Zhong Chengshuo froze in place. He suddenly understood where the “difficulty” of his thinking came from.
“I’m only used to thinking about how ‘I’ can get back in one piece… This is the first time I’ve tried thinking about ‘we’.”
The red lines on the long needles flickered as Evil Force rushed back and forth in the narrow space. Yin Ren’s godless red eyes were locked firmly on Zhong Chengshuo, and a vague murmur was coming from his throat.
Zhong Chengshuo stuffed Yellow Millet, who was puffing, back into his pocket. His baton swung in a circle in the shadows, and a dim light flashed across the edge.
“Yin Ren, I’ll come up with a more suitable solution.”
The author has something to say:
I found out that after writing about the cockroach, no one wanted to talk to me anymore!
…The cockroach chapter is over. Really, look at my sincere eyes.
Next, let’s do a little Xiao Zhong vs Xiao Yin——
