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"Qing Chen!"
"Qing Chen! Wake up!"
"Qing Chen! What’s wrong with you?!"
"Don’t scare ... Xiao Qi, get Da Yu over here to help!" Yang Yang’s anxious voice ca through, even she, who was always so lively and carefree, was shocked by Qing Chen’s condition.
Qing Chen lay on the bed, unconscious, coughing up blood, the front of his shirt stained red.
Yang Yang couldn’t see the room full of ’Ghosts’ that Qing Chen had brought back from the amusent park.
But she could see the Spiritual Field within Qing Chen’s body. It had gone from one to over seven hundred and was still increasing, with one more appearing every ten seconds.
Moreover, when she just touched Qing Chen, she felt the shattered bones in his shoulder and arm.
It was too distressing, Yang Yang couldn’t even imagine what Qing Chen had gone through to be so severely injured.
Qing Chen stood in the room, watching Yang Yang call out to him.
He turned to the Silver City Duke beside him: "When the spiritual fragntation reached six hundred sixty, the ntal contamination entered a higher level. Because the ntal will was too scattered, everyone, including Qing Chen himself, lost control of that body."
At this mont, the speaker looked into the mirror and found that the person in the mirror was not Qing Chen but Jindai Yunhe.
Neither Jindai Yunhe nor Silver City Duke were anything more than the stray thoughts in Qing Chen’s mind, hallucinations created in his ntally polluted state.
There were soldiers from the Roosevelt Kingdom, mbers of the northern city’s syndicates, Qing Huai, and... his past enemies.
Veterans killed enemies on the battlefield and would suffer from PTSD when they returned ho, dying of lancholy.
Qing Chen killed as many enemies as any veteran. The reason he hadn’t shown signs of trauma before was that his battles weren’t over, and his strong mind had suppressed it.
But suppressing it doesn’t an it doesn’t exist.
Thus, the source of the Ghosts was revealed:
The first batch, the Water Ghosts, were Ghosts suggested by the amusent park.
The second batch, the Ghost children, was trauma from his childhood.
The third batch, Jindai Yunhe, Cao Wei, and others were his PTSD from warfare.
These Ghosts weren’t real ghosts; they were ntal demons, hidden in Qing Chen’s heart, all brought out by Li Shentan.
At this ti, the Black Knight group mber Lao Liu yelled in the room: "Let’s take this chance to seize his body, then we can take turns being the master for a day!"
Lao Er shrieked: "How long will that take? Let’s fight first, decide the winner, and leave one behind."
The Silver City Duke sneered at him: "You think you’re worthy?"
Lao Liu said: "One person a day is better than none at all!"
With that, those evil ghosts tried to rush into Qing Chen’s mind.
However, at this mont, Parents’ eting mber Xiao Liu, Kunlun Iodine, the wrench, and those who had fought alongside him all appeared.
This was the fourth group in Qing Chen’s mind. Unlike those pale, hollow-eyed ghosts, they still looked like humans.
Iodophor and the others blocked the evil spirits, sneering: "You think you’re worthy to compete for his spiritual will and body?"
The Silver City Duke kicked Xiao Liu and the others against the wall with a sneer: "You think you can stop ?"
But after kicking away Xiao Liu and the others, he suddenly saw Sword Immortal He Jinqiu sitting by Qing Chen’s bed, nineteen Flying Swords swirling around like planets, captivating and imposing.
Boss He softly said: "Qing Chen is tired. Stop making noise. I’m guarding him. I’ll kill anyone who cos."
For a mont, the room was completely silent.
No one dared to provoke this Sword Immortal, even though this Boss He was just a spiritual will split from Qing Chen.
This last group of illusions wasn’t evil ghosts but those who protected Qing Chen - comrades, friends, and family.
Unlike Chen Yu, Qing Chen had walked many paths in this world and t many friends.
If Li Shentan were here, even he might be amazed that Qing Chen’s inner self was already protected by soone.
At this mont, only one person in the room was different. He didn’t argue with anyone, just looked at Qing Chen on the bed with a quiet smile, silently waiting.
Qing Chen knew clearly, he was different... Qing Zhun.
In the room, all the ghosts crowded together.
At this ti, the Ghost child leaned on the bed, "Brother, wake up, let’s go find mom together."
The Silver City Duke said: "He’s going to die. Our number has reached 960. In a few more minutes, his spiritual will be entirely scattered into a non-human, non-ghost collective."
"He has a syringe, that Taboo can help him."
"But he can’t open his mouth to explain the syringe’s function," Cao Wei said. "If he doesn’t say it, no one will know that the syringe can save him. This syringe is very obscure; it’s not even in Hu’s Information Agency’s Taboo catalog. By the ti that girl figures out how to use this Taboo, she’ll realize that the thod to save her lover was always at hand, but she missed the best chance."
Silver City Duke: "Nothing is more painful in the world than this. She will spend the rest of her life imrsed in regret and pain."
Yet, at this mont, Jindai Yunhe suddenly laughed: "You all died too hastily under his hand, so you don’t have a clear understanding of him."
In an instant, everyone turned their heads towards him.
The room was packed to the brim, so much so that the ghosts’ bodies had gradually deford, with only their faces still crowded together in clarity.
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