Darkness engulfed the world once more.
In the raging inferno that twisted through space, the only visible sight was the towering silhouette, standing proud and defiant, while God Granny was nowhere to be seen in the smoky haze, let alone the city consud by fiery rage.
In an instant, waves of flas burnt everything to ashes, as if resentful spirits were undergoing a fiery rebirth, akin to a phoenix rising from the ashes in Nirvana.
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Despite everything, there were little imperfections revealed, a reminder that this was only Qin’s way to reach a "perfect masterpiece", forged for a certain woman over ti, even though these weapons would ultimately reveal their sharp edges when the ti ca in this twisted world.
It was as if these negative emotions were weapons stored in an arsenal, waiting to be wielded; however, Sharp Forest didn’t seem to possess any negative feelings, he seed more like a child who contained the emotions he had absorbed.
Sharp Forest had never been engulfed by negative emotions, as if he himself was a child who understood them from a distance.
In everyone else’s eyes, this person was the epito of negative emotions.
He didn’t feel anger, he didn’t feel sadness, he didn’t feel fear—there were no negative emotions in him. Sharp Forest was an abnormality from birth, a monster within.
How could a normal person ever beco so enormously enraged?
God Granny found it hard to believe the sudden transformation that befell the great Pang’s furious fire.
In an instant, the red firestorm, as terrifying as a gale, swept across the lakeside, sounding like the mournful wails of spiteful spirits.
These malevolent airs were quickly consud by the crimson red flas, even though they seed to blanket and engulf the white mist.
One could tell at a glance that, if it were not for the Spiritual Possession watch on his wrist, the red zone would’ve been struck imdiately.
Sharp Forest’s rationale was quickly subrged as well, as if the raging fire in this world was a mimicry of so real profound force.
He couldn’t even begin to think that this was so kind of trick, that there wasn’t actually a woman in his mories—it was only himself.
Hidden away in the recesses of ti, it seed like Sharp Forest was humming a familiar tune, a certain woman’s song.
The longstanding anger that seethed within him broke out, invoking his primal roars.
It was as though all the repressed fury was gathering together, borrowing a portal from this world, causing a complete outburst.
Sharp Forest finally felt anger—those unlucky enough to queue until the end, much like he did.
Although his heart never harbored anger, his body still rembered the posture and stance it ought to have in monts of rage.
Inside, Sharp Forest felt an emptiness, despite outwardly seeming indifferent and cold, almost like a tender person morphed into an unkind being, as if he had seen far too many twisted accidents, the misfortune of others, even witnessing the scarlet tragedies and knowing the truth about little Bai’s real death.
Sharp Forest had encountered the edges of anger very often, especially since coming into this world, holding his fists tightly clutched.
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But he had never actually managed to do so, although that was his promise.
"I will protect your loved ones well too," he had said.
He raised his glass of wine, saying, as mories of Sharp Forest resurfaced. He also had sothing to return to.
"Although you’ve only just arrived and are not quite familiar with them, the mbers of the Seventh Squad have a lot of faith in you. I’ve handed the Seventh Squad over to you after trying so hard, you have to protect them," the squad leader had said.
Sharp Forest rembered raising his glass, clinking it with the squad leader’s, at the very last banquet he could recall.
He had many friends in this world who he wanted very much to protect, otherwise, this world wouldn’t be his.
It wouldn’t be too difficult since he didn’t have any negative emotions; he felt he couldn’t have done anything wrong from the start.
The danger of the creature in the womb had escalated; there was no doubt that the creature must have co from a world unknown to people of the previous world’s police departnt.
Even Little Bai, who had given much thought to cases of serious cris, never imagined that committing such a cri himself would be unavoidable if he had been born into that world.
Every friend he t in this world wished him their own blessings.
Now serving as the leader of the Seventh Squad of the military investigation unit, he constantly sipped on his drink, chatting endlessly about sothing more exciting.
Once again, the scene returned to the dazzling lights of the military investigation unit’s party.
In reality, that distant world was not much different from the two worlds... with Little Bai’s discovery, so of the enigmas surfaced one by one, like boats rising with the tide.
He had no further connection with anything that had happened previously.
Setting out on a new journey, Little Bai often thought about how he, an ordinary man involved in nurous incidents, had co to such an extraordinary and unexplainable world.
I am rely a traveler passing through.
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Red glows, countless as hairs, erged from all over Little Bai’s body, his arms, his brow—God Granny had not paid attention to the dark resentnt welling up inside him.
The thick and intense resentnt around Little Bai had already obscured his vision.
The creatures, resembling a swarm of blood-sucking bats gorging after the Ninth of May, were about to swallow Little Bai up quickly; he paid no mind to them.
How could an ordinary person in this world of great wickedness co to grips with evils yet to unfold?
Watching the battle that seed to be drawing to a suitable close, God Granny thought these two invaders were not particularly strong.
Little Bai stood his ground, axe in hand, amid the shattered, broken bodies of the Ninth of May.
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He found himself unexpectedly calm amid such peacefulness... As if he was possibly dead like the Ninth of May.
These pure, unadulterated feelings could not possibly exist; he had to leave his past life behind, place them upon his body no more.
In this world alone, there was the dog’s loyalty to its master, Little Bai’s imdiate awareness of the kind goodness of Little Bai and Chen Hong, his commitnt to the strange man Lin Haigu in the face of unavoidable hardships, Sharp Forest’s promise to the face of the mysterious man, Jiang Yimi’s first love for the elentary man, all of which he recalled clearly.
With the presence of the squad, he could feel an extraordinary sense of relief, for any kind of danger seed to slowly dissipate.
The squad had saved him several tis, just as he had saved the squad in so of these mories.
Each mory flash was like a string of running lights... a gambling den, lantern festivals, villas, mines.
Suddenly, Little Bai wondered if he was truly in this world, the only one to witness the squad’s embarrassing monts.
Suddenly, his body filled with an unfathomable irritation, like he was learning from a madman how to imitate those bizarre creatures, while in fact he was just a normal person. Looking at it now, it seed quite ridiculous, and there he was, impersonating the part of Ninth of May right then.
He and Ninth of May were analyzing their own invisible selves, after their first encounter with the invisible entity at the hospital.
The scene changed again.
The anger before his eyes had transford into sothing unrecognizable, a slow crawling feeling of sothing much more intense was taking shape deep within Little Bai’s heart.
The danger level on the squad leader’s wristwatch surged instantaneously, but Little Bai, who was focused on his duties aboard the flight, did not notice Ninth of May was contemplating death.
Little Bai had seen certain things he had never encountered before, possibly on account of Erleipu’s peculiar eyes.
But he didn’t see the evil that pounced toward him from the other side of the cabin, and Ninth of May, who had previously survived deadly encounters on the military investigation team’s party flight, did not seem to be there at the mont.
—Everything had changed; as he raised his head a sensation kept erging from within, though Little Bai couldn’t quite make out what it was he was feeling deep down.
It seed as though the blood-red lake of Xiu Luodi Hell hadn’t appeared in the pupils of Little Bai.
He should have been thoroughly dead by now... This corpse had withstood countless waves of vengeful spirits without being trampled to death; it lay there still, untouched as before.
His life was completely gone; Ninth of May’s body continued to be brutally trampled without end.
"But now, his once unshakeable belief had been devastated from East to West. Yet, amidst the white fog, there was a steadfast conviction."
"It’s called Qingyu Valley."
"... And that individual, who was a leader of the masses, a creator of marvels, would not hesitate in the slightest; it was only amidst the white fog that one could raise the unavoidable lies of this mont."
"Although this world is a rotten ss, such people exist for a reason; they even make others feel that redemption has its worth."
"He had heavenly gifts, pure kindness, outstanding integrity, and a natural presence that commanded respect; people willingly followed him, filled with genuine admiration.
"Little Bai had once thought, without a doubt, this man was the protagonist of this perilous adventure."
However, the likes of Liu Oucheng, Ruan Qingyun, and Yin Shuangrou showed radiant pleasure on their faces, whereas the higher-ranked investigatory team, including ng Yuanchen, Qin Zong, and Long Xiao, all watched with appreciative eyes.
Standing in front of everyone, leading the investigatory troop, was Tall Team, slightly loose in his military garb, under the glow of a captivating neon light."
A certain sumr’s end, a recollection ca to him."
Looking around quietly, Little Bai felt as if so sort of ti-stopping power had been activated, as though everything was still.
Just like the recent case, where he had stood as Liu Chu’s shield when dusk first rged into his body--back then, Wu Jiu protected Little Bai’s physical form.
Little Bai was currently undergoing his first deathly ordeal since erging from the tower, along the blood-red, lowering shades of Zao Lake’s edge.
In the end, the black-tinted bald eagle, whose wings were still not subrged, ultimately unfurled its majestic span.
Zao Lake, inside the world...
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He would have disappeared utterly, an apparition that had not once returned from whence it ca... ultimately.
Little Bai smiled faintly with a hint of bemusent, "I don’t know if I’ll ever co back, right?"
A new obsession had replaced him, taken over him.
...Except for the indelible obsession, no matter to what extent he tried to erase it, the "warmth and beauty" of father-child monts had been too abundant.
At that ti, the only answer he had beco---he knew the answer, he was the answer to that one question:
Back then, Little Bai had thought about how one could disappear entirely only by
Little Bai had once asked a question, how could one make Little Bai disappear?
The outsider’s strength was no use in unlocking it... He realized the truth only after quietly starting to move on his own---in his innermost heart, sealed within a room of three layers, an untouched chamber at its depth.
At the sa ti, Little Bai’s body was disappearing little by little, as he touched the red-painted door, and its every line was unlocking.
"Even though he’s truly a dutiful son, his obsession with is no longer there; he’s now just a dead little pal,"
"Tsk, I can’t believe you would co out with that. You actually managed to lose my favor,"
Little Bai, still wearing his customary faint smile, didn’t show much surprise but slowly, slowly, looked at his own dissolving hand...
As he touched the red door with his vanishing fingers, it started to disappear little by little, like a wisp of smoke."
Little Bai’s fingers were no longer visible.
"Although I knew sothing like this would happen, I didn’t expect it would co so soon,"
Little Bai revealed a faint smile of regret, as the world on the other side of the door was about to beco clear.
But heaven remains unfulfilled...
Because White Fog had never lived through such a dreadful childhood, this changed into a peculiar being, sowhat cold yet warm, seemingly detached but rational. It was both and neither, directly related to this woman.
Bai Fog insisted on staying inside to one of the top ten important people, she was a woman, and Little Bai was certain of this.
"You’re in the red room; I’ve co to realize that now. You were hiding sowhere when he first started losing his temper, which was very interesting to at first. But now, with your three types of main emotions gone, it’s only fascinating," Little Bai said to her.
Pushing the door open seed impossible; despite all his effort, it remained unmoved, as if locked by so unknown force that had accumulated at an astonishing rate, a kind of emotional residue he had never encountered before.
He had to tell soone, at least soone he could trust at a mont’s notice, that Little Bai was about to leave.
When Little Bai arrived at the red house, he reached out and touched the door; right after completing this event, he ca to the red house.
Old Plank in the café wanted him to pass this envelope to a custor, which he left behind after leaving the café.
The entire world was shrouded in a layer of red.
"The red mist has suddenly stained the world," Little Bai noticed, having successfully orchestrated a wicked little plan of his own; he looked up at the sky.
Would that door really loosen? What changes will happen in the world inside—if the intense situation inside the white fog at the heart of the world is truly like dying a crucial death?
It was an attempt of interest, or perhaps, having finally found sothing intriguing in these events, he decided to use this opportunity of the white fog tower.
But in reality, there was no true way to break in, and every ti he got close to the three-rood house, it seed eternally still, yet he could feel it.
He desperately wanted to open this door; it was as if there was always a key elent missing in everything he did. This door of the three-rood house, perpetually locked, deeply intrigued Little Bai.
But the events always remained static—no progress, just an ongoing situation.
Little Bai didn’t necessarily have nothing to do every day, but on the contrary, there were always other things.
After all, he is soone who travels leisurely across the vast world, much like his easygoing father.
"I don’t know who my father is," which was also a proven fact.
Little Bai was certain he would never choose soone as unpredictable as him to be part of his steadfast squad, especially when he was with the earnest redhead.
But besides being tied to another person, he was effectively his own father figure, teaching and guiding as appropriate.
Little Bai found this extrely interesting, because since his uncomfortable childhood years post-white fog ergence, he knew he was quite an anomaly—never having any friends, essentially an outcast.
He was indeed a unique angle within the expansive white fog world, a place where you could et such individuals everywhere, despite the place being vast and wide.
Little Bai had no doubt that every frightened child had a little short guy inside, who could only gaze up at the towering round silhouettes from the small town far away—even connecting them.
That little short guy was still the old town administrator.
The sa little short guy was also a military commander; there was a military camp located at the small town’s periphery.
Little Bai felt this made the white fog people seem sowhat solitary.
And that little short guy was also the school principal, of the newly built school that hosted a plethora of oddities within the world.
But the little short guy, Old Plank of the world’s café, was not just a polite companion; although he ran the café, he never delved deeply into the white fog world’s complexities.
Little Bai genuinely enjoyed coming to drink tea at the café ever since he was but a fragnt of a full moon’s image after birth.
Even the café’s sign boasted freshly written three letters.
One tower, one military camp, one café, one school, one hospital—these were the recent developnts in the unfamiliar little town.
As for the layout of the town’s streets and alleys, it remained unchanged; Little Bai felt a strange familiarity with this small town within the white fog world.
Right now, he was sitting in the world of the white fog.
Perhaps to Little Bai, being alive in the changing state of the world was worth a day’s excitent and joy. All the mundane matters were overshadowed by the passionate affairs of n and won.
But most people in the world do not talk about it.
Afterward, however, he would invade the opposite world, intent on secretly unraveling these mysterious events within the three-rood house.
It was not rely an unraveling of the physical kind.
Actually, many have subjected him to their in-depth analysis, all those warm-hearted people who felt good around him. Little Bai had already explored many people within the world.
Within the world.
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