My hand felt as if it had touched a warm, viscous liquid, but in the next second, I saw the two ghosts ignore my presence and quickly swallow the minced meat into their mouths.

Their bodies are distorted, and their facial features are changing as their contours are distorted.

It is not the face that changes and becomes the face of another person, but the new facial features grow and are displaced.

They are like children's paintings, without logic and not in line with common sense.

My hands still clasped their necks, and the power came out and poured into their bodies.

Their distortion ceased, and they returned to their original appearance, even showing some signs of regaining their sanity. But soon, they suddenly exploded, and the yin qi drifted away and disappeared into the air.

This is a real disappearance, not an escape.

They blew themselves up.

I gasped for breath and looked at the empty couch, and when I looked down, I could see the blood.

I reached out with a trembling hand and pressed it against the couch.

Blood soaked my palms. With my exertion, it seems that more blood can be squeezed out of the sofa.

I used my power with trepidation.

If blood is also a part of the body, then it is right to resurrect people with blood.

The ability spilled into the air, leaving no trace.

I fell to my knees with my legs limp.

Liu Miao...... Liu Miao......

I jerked my head and looked at the ensuite bedroom.

The bedroom door was closed.

I stumbled over, both hands gripping the doorknob.

I didn't have to open the door like this at all, I could just go through the door, but I still opened the door tremblingly.

The room is quiet and you can see the large bed in the middle of the room at a glance.

The beds were neat, but there were traces of some people lying down.

I shuffled over and saw a porcelain doll sunk in a white futon.

Porcelain dolls I've ever seen.

Wu Ling...... No, don't die ......"

I grabbed the porcelain doll, but I couldn't feel anything from it.

There is no breath of people, no breath of ghosts, no breath of curses and the like.

It's like a dead thing.

I couldn't help but show a little bit of my abilities.

I saw that the porcelain doll with bright color and smooth appearance suddenly changed.

The color and luster faded, revealing its original appearance.

Excavations from many years ago were repainted to look brand new, but when time was reversed, its history was revealed.

I felt a slight shattering sensation under my fingers.

The porcelain doll cracked.

Without that layer of protection, it could no longer withstand the onslaught of time.

I've stopped using the power, and its shattering hasn't stopped.

"Nope! Wait a minute! Wait! Wu Ling! I cried out, and both hands were outstretched to hold the dust.

They didn't wait for the wind to blow, and they flowed through my fingers.

I reached out and grabbed again, but all I could catch was air.

It's gone.

I pressed my hands on the bed.

There is nothing left.

I didn't save anyone.

I can't save anyone......

It's all over......

Already...... Finished......

I felt a lot of pain, but it only lasted for a moment before it turned to numbness.

The people of Aoba are all dead, and there is not even a trace of existence left.

Their pillars, their beliefs, and their boss, Ye Qing, are no longer the original Ye Qing.

It seems that I have lost all my pillars, my beliefs, and my motivation.

My initial idea was just to save Aoba, out of sympathy, and I wanted to help them as much as I could.

When I rescued Gu Mo, I was happy, but I had no sense of accomplishment, and I couldn't talk about pride.

They put me on this path, and I stumbled, reluctantly, and began to so-called saving the world.

Now, that's gone.

I was the only one left on the road.

Impulsive!

I felt my heart beating abnormally.

When I opened my eyes slightly, I saw a person wearing a mask.

A blinding light falls on the eyes.

The heart beats a little, a little, sluggish and strong.

The people around me seemed to be saying something.

I felt like I heard crying.

"Brother...... Brother ......"

"Lynch ......"

Who?

The people around me walked away.

I tried to look in the direction where the voice was coming from, and through the glass window, I saw several familiar faces.

I saw my sister.

Don't cry......

No......

My eyes widened suddenly.

Behind her sister, a cloud of yin qi suddenly appeared, condensing into the form of a costume ghost.

He glanced at his sister.

No!

I wanted to jump, but my body was unusually heavy.

"Restored!"

I heard shouts of surprise around me.

But that's not on my mind at all.

The costume ghost looked up at me, and his body fluttered through my sister, through the glass, and to my hospital bed.

He was staring at me, scrutinizing, his gaze was calm, without the pity he had been.

"I still can't figure it out." The costume ghost muttered to himself, leaning against the guardrail of the hospital bed, his posture leisurely, looking at me with a kind of confusion.

"Why you? It's weird. The costume ghost said again.

I just stared at him with wide eyes, my lips squirming, trying to speak, but not making a sound.

"Forget it. Whatever you want. Hopefully a good outcome. The costume ghost sighed and waved his big-sleeved robe.

My vision was covered by black yin, and my consciousness sank into darkness.

When I woke up again, I heard the sound of a ventilator or something.

I rolled my eyes weakly and looked around.

There was no yin qi in the ward, and no one else was seen.

I opened my eyes, looked at the ceiling, my brain was empty, and I didn't think about anything.

I'm not dead yet.

Aoba's people are dead.

As soon as I closed my eyes, I could see the flames, the lightning, the puddle of blood, the shattered porcelain doll.

When I closed my eyes again, I saw Ye Qing's yin qi and the terrifying form of devouring ghosts.

I'm the only one left.

My eyes were a little moist.

I seemed to be asleep, and when I woke up again, there was someone sitting on the edge of the bed.

Guo Yujie?

I was surprised to see Guo Yujie.

She was playing with her phone, but immediately noticed my gaze and cried out in surprise.

I became very sluggish in my perception of the outside world.

I just watched Guo Yujie call the nurse and doctor, and the expression on my face changed again and again.

Is it Guo Yujie? Or are some other ghosts coming out and trying to stimulate me?

My memory immediately came to mind that Chen Xiaoqiu pretended to be Han Yun. The video he showed me, the words he said to me, then came to mind

Gu Mo is dead.

Nangong Yao died.

The brains were uncontrolled, and the scenes of their deaths appeared, and the deaths of Liu Miao and Wu Ling also emerged one by one. During this period, the scene of Xuanqing Zhenren falling flashed from time to time.

These memories finally stopped at Ye Qing's yin qi that suppressed me.

"Lynch? You okay? Guo Yujie's voice passed through those memories.

Not good.

Of course it's not good.

I looked at Guo Yujie.

"Your Aoba?" I asked calmly.

Wash away those memories.

I don't want to be the one alone.

But whether I asked this question or not, my heart seemed to be pinched by a hand, nervousness and fear enveloped me at the same time, and those scenes of death flashed quickly, and I remembered the bits and pieces of my time with them.

It's not harmonious, it's not pleasant, but it's a very important memory.

I felt tears running through the corners of my eyes.

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