Zhou Yong listlessly raised his head, he lunged toward the window, seemingly wanting to ask who exactly was speaking.
Next, there should have been more interaction and developnt, such as how the owner of the voice made Zhou Yong believe, and how they made Zhou Yong follow their instructions to set up the bridge donations.
However, Li Zhiyuan wasn’t able to see the subsequent events because the girl was too weak; she closed her eyes.
If it weren’t for her father crying too loudly earlier, she would not have woken up at all.
A prolonged darkness.
Li Zhiyuan patiently waited, he anticipated that there would be more scenes before the girl’s death.
Sure enough, the darkness began to loosen.
Light started to seep in again.
When the girl opened her eyes again, Zhou Yong was standing beside her bed.
At this mont, Zhou Yong’s face no longer showed traces of pain; rather, it revealed a sort of joy emanating from the depths of his heart.
"Lingling, don’t be afraid, Daddy has found a way to keep our family living together. Lingling, don’t be scared, Mommy and Daddy will always be with you."
The girl closed her eyes.
Next, there should be no more, she was supposed to die.
But just as Li Zhiyuan was about to dissociate, he suddenly found it hard to breathe, followed by a searing sensation in his lungs.
What was happening?
If she died in bed due to illness, such an intense condition shouldn’t really occur.
Li Zhiyuan felt a terrifying suffocation, he had experienced it the first ti he nearly drowned and t Little Huang Ying; he did not wish to experience it a second ti.
He disconnected himself from the contact.
However, while the contact was severed, the girl’s pain still lingered and was instead growing increasingly violent, as if he was gradually becoming her, simultaneously experiencing all her emotions.
It was a literal case of—empathy.
Her tornt, her grievances, her despair, all boiling over in his heart like a kettle lid about to be jostled off after the water boils.
Li Zhiyuan thought about "it" in the fishpond, its body, covered with Corpse faces.
Who would have thought, the thod taught by the Black Book could have such strong side effects on his first successful use.
Li Zhiyuan couldn’t help but wonder: Are you an idiot?
Wei Zhengdao taught you this thod, and such a situation arose on your first attempt, yet you continued to use this thod to manipulate Corpse?
Is it because you so greatly worshipped and trusted Wei Zhengdao, or is it your own greed and stubbornness, believing you were the special one who could find a way to resolve these side effects?
If the issues surfaced slowly afterwards, it would be sowhat explicable and understandable, but the symptoms were so vividly clear...
Heh,
you truly have no right to hate Wei Zhengdao.
Even the largest fla would quickly extinguish if you stopped supplying fuel.
Here, the fuel is your own emotions.
Unfortunately, Li Zhiyuan lacked them.
The fire died out.
But Li Zhiyuan then felt a trace of sorrow and discomfort.
Because it was as though soone had once again publicly torn open his wounds, pointing at his nose and reminding him that he was a monster in human skin.
Yes, this was his side effect.
He won’t end up like "it" in the fishpond, leaving so many faces on himself.
However, this opened a new train of thought for Li Zhiyuan.
The little girl was no good,
but what if he switched to a more powerful Corpse?
If controlled properly, could he retain genuine emotions that wouldn’t extinguish?
Unfortunately, now was not the ti to ponder these thoughts; he still had to finish his main task.
In his view, the girl was still crawling on the ground, sobbing in extre pain.
Li Zhiyuan withdrew his hand, the girl in front of him seed not to have died from illness, but rather... murder.
His gaze returned to Zhou Yong: Did you kill her?
Zhou Yong indeed had the motive; having found the thod, he needed his daughter to die sooner to facilitate its implentation.
But there was another possibility.
Sadly, the girl’s perspective provided too little information; he now needed more.
Li Zhiyuan moved behind the stove, crouched down again, and looked directly at the woman being roasted in the flas.
He knew that after the woman’s death, that person made the first contact with Zhou Yong.
The woman’s perspective certainly wouldn’t have seen that person.
But he just wanted to see if the woman indeed died of simple illness.
After looking directly, he started to tune in.
Like the girl, the woman didn’t resist; rather she cooperated actively, which undoubtedly made the process much easier.
Li Zhiyuan’s perspective began to change again, very similar to the previous one: a bigger bed, a larger blue mosquito net.
Li Zhiyuan actively skimd past the irrelevant perspectives, but in the process of skimming, he began to have doubts.
Judging by his current sensory experience, the woman seed still quite a while away from death.
Could it be that her condition suddenly worsened?
Or perhaps, the woman’s death wasn’t natural either.
If there was an anomaly here, it certainly wasn’t related to Zhou Yong; during this ti fra, Zhou Yong was still desperately trying to find a way to save the lives of his wife and daughter.
At this mont, Li Zhiyuan heard a set of distinctive footstep sounds.
He imdiately stopped the fast-forwarding and began to perceive with his whole heart.
The footsteps didn’t sound like those made by cloth shoes, but rather like the friction of so kind of plastic sole; the footsteps weren’t heavy, and the friction sound was very brief, indicating that the footsteps’ owner likely had short soles... was it a child?
The woman’s eyes were open; she seed to want to turn her head to look, but as she lay there, her limbs simply could not obey.
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