"In a relatively independent domain, go through every process you can think of, all the way."
This suggestion still hangs in the prompt to this day. It’s never changed.
Wen Yan felt that heeding advice led to a full stomach, so it was best to seriously consider what ’every process you can think of’ truly ant.
After thinking for a bit, he began speaking as if talking to himself.
"When I was in my teens, I had to go to school and also earn my own tuition and living expenses. Back then, miscellaneous school fees weren’t much, but I wanted to attend the best local school, and that required paying a special enrollnt fee. If I could consistently rank among the top few in my grade, that special enrollnt fee would naturally be waived. Unfortunately, I had to earn my own living. At that ti, the only work I could find that didn’t interfere with dayti classes, paid decently, and was open to a teenager like , was making money from the dead.
"Once, while helping with a burial at midnight, I even encountered local villagers catching tomb robbers. There were three tomb robbers, ard, and two were caught in their tunnel and killed on the spot. The last one, who initially wasn’t discovered, was from a neighboring village and usually seed very honest. During the capture, he took the initiative, leading others to trap his two accomplices in the robber’s tunnel, ensuring they died. Later, when the police traced so clues, they found out he was the mastermind."
"What are you trying to say?" Qin Kun asked from the side.
"I’m saying it for his benefit," Wen Yan said. "So things have to be spelled out to be effective. What I an is, I realized that each of his identities was remarkably complete—complete enough to make Uncle stop. Then it suddenly dawned on .
"He’s the type of selfish, unscrupulous person—a complete villain—who knows how to hide his true self. Such a person will never change; I’ve truly t people like him before. To protect himself, he can use any thod without the slightest pressure. And when he does, it’s always smooth, seemingly flawless.
"For example, when he realized he’d been implicated by Brother Ming and his ’heart wall’ had been breached, he discovered that the perfect identities he once used hadn’t disappeared. He also realized that Uncle was actually the Big Executor he had single-handedly created, and that Aunt Gan was also backing up from afar. Seeing all this, he decisively started to look for an escape route.
"Unfortunately for him, he probably didn’t anticipate that among all his identities, Brother Ming—the only ordinary and most cowardly one—would turn out to be the most extre after his defenses were breached. Brother Ming would rather pay the price of eternal disappearance to fulfill Liu Yuxin’s final wish. His death was rely so Liu Yuxin could hear the truth with her own ears, to confirm it herself.
"How could that cold-blooded, ruthless man, who stops at nothing, understand such a thing? Even sharing one body, he probably can’t empathize or comprehend it at all. This must be beyond his expectations, right?"
Qin Kun was silent by now. He probably realized that Fake Mo Zhicheng had split his life into many parts. Because his ability was so strong, each part had beco an independent individual, a completely different person. These distinct personalities were now all cramd into one body, and the psychopath they originally wanted to kill hadn’t reappeared. This must have been done intentionally.
"He’s trying to escape?" Qin Kun asked.
"If he didn’t want to escape, why would he keep moving closer to that large hole?" Wen Yan replied.
"Aren’t you going to stop him?" Qin Kun pressed.
"He’s waiting for to stop him," Wen Yan said. "He hates so much he wishes he could skin alive and eat whole."
As Wen Yan’s words exposed these hidden matters, Fake Mo Zhicheng suddenly stopped his frenzy. He stood on the edge of the large hole, turning back to look at Wen Yan with a cold gaze.
"You certainly are capable, even able to control the Big Executor," Fake Mo Zhicheng said. "You’ve gone to great lengths to keep the Big Executor around. Unfortunately, it’s useless. With your current thods, you can’t kill . We have a long future ahead of us. Let’s take our ti with this ga."
As Fake Mo Zhicheng’s frenzy ceased and he stopped constantly changing identities, Uncle, who had been standing motionless, instantly transford into an afterimage and rushed toward him. When Uncle got close, Fake Mo Zhicheng sneered and continued to hide behind that pile of identities, letting them keep fighting for control of the body. Uncle rushed toward Fake Mo Zhicheng and suddenly halted.
Wen Yan reached out, beckoning to the thick tentacles flailing in mid-air.
Qin Kun’s eyelids twitched, and he swiftly jumped back twice, retreating to a spot more than ten ters away.
Wen Yan reached out and touched the Soul Devouring Beast’s tentacles. "It’s been so long, and you haven’t really eaten anything good. Want to try sothing you’ve never experienced before? To nourish yourself a bit?"
"I’ve been pondering sothing: if you stopped eating human souls, then what would a person’s soul be to you? For this fellow here," Wen Yan seed to indicate Fake Mo Zhicheng, "what is *his* soul?"
"I thought about it for a long ti but couldn’t quite grasp it. Only now do I understand."
"For you, given your definition of a soul, it must be the indispensable finishing touch—like dotting the eye of a painted dragon."
"Without the soul, what could have been a delicacy savored for millennia would instantly degenerate into the most ordinary, coarse fare. It might not even count as food to fill the belly, rely a poison to be discarded."
As Wen Yan murmured these words, still touching the Soul Devouring Beast’s tentacles, the appendages writhing in mid-air suddenly shot out, swiftly coiling around Fake Mo Zhicheng.
Fake Mo Zhicheng’s Yang Energy erupted, and he braced his arms, forcibly resisting the Soul Devouring Beast’s tentacles.
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