QT- I’m Almost Died
Chapter 240. Ma You’s Confession, Tianshui Sect’s Calamity
How many times can a person die?
This kind of question doesn’t even need asking, the answer will naturally come to mind for everyone. It’s common sense, no one is unaware of it. However, with Fan Jialuo, all common sense is meant to be shattered. He can tell you plainly——he can make you die as many times as he wants, and you can die as many times as he wants.
Under his psychic abilities, Ma You has already experienced death twice, the first time was sudden death from heart disease, the second time was dying of thirst, and this is the third time, and there will be a fourth, a fifth, a sixth……
Fan Jialuo said that Ma You’s hell has 256 levels, so he must endure 256 deaths of extreme pain. This is the sin he committed, and the punishment he deserves.
Ma You had only run a short distance when he collapsed to the ground, clutching his throat and yelling that he was thirsty. Then he felt dizzy, followed by a burning sensation in his stomach, pain in his bladder, and organ failure. He retched repeatedly, his nose bleeding as he writhed and struggled on the ground, finally falling to his death with his cloudy, withered eyes wide open.
With only two seconds to catch his breath, the fourth experience of death descended upon him. He took only two steps before collapsing to his knees, repeating all the previous agony. Two hundred and fifty-six, this number doesn’t sound like much, but if you were to calculate it in terms of the ultimate experience of death, it would be enough to offset two hundred and fifty-six years of agonizing suffering.
Ma You frantically scratched at the ground, trying to slowly move his weak and powerless body out of the room. To escape hell, the first thing he had to do was escape the person who created hell, he had to get as far away from Fan Jialuo as possible.
Soon, his fingernail was torn off due to excessive force, becoming a bloody mess. The pain was no longer just an illusion, but a real imprint on his body.
Every bit of pain he put his victims through has now been paid back to him in full.
He shouted, he cried out for help, he pleaded, he wept…… He pleased the viewers watching on television in the same way the victims had pleased him in the past.
Some people have poor mental fortitude, they turn their heads away after a while, unable to bear watching, and then plead in the live stream: 【Forget it, stop torturing him, it’s inhumane! 】
This comment was met with fierce criticism from netizens as soon as it appeared: 【Talking about humanity with a serial killer like Ma You? Are you out of your mind? Do you know how many people he’s tortured to death using the same methods? So you don’t care because the victims weren’t your own family? Get lost, you sanctimonious hypocrite! 】
The netizen who was criticized went into hiding, while those viewers whose loved ones had died at Ma You’s hands were now staring intently at the television screen, enjoying the scene with unbridled satisfaction. Those who were a little braver, seeing Ma You’s pathetic state, like a dead dog, found their fear of him vanishing without a trace.
He was currently prostrate at Teacher Fan’s feet, as humble as a crawling insect and as weak as an ant. All that talk about turning into a vengeful ghost after death to exact retribution upon the entire world——was he telling a joke?
Viewers who were initially filled with great panic while watching television have now become quite calm. Some were even grumbling to their loved ones, “Aiya dear, we bought so much rice, when will we ever finish it?”
“Let’s not talk about rice for now. What do we do with all this salt in this room?”
“Should we just cancel the direct flight to Hai Province tomorrow morning? With Teacher Fan around, Ma You won’t be able to cause any trouble.”
Yes, everyone began to realize that Ma You was really nothing. With his helpless and extremely pathetic appearance, who would be afraid of him?
Father Zhou stared intently at the television, his tense face gradually contorting into a slightly morbid, gleeful smile. The tragic deaths of his loved ones had afflicted him, if this repressed emotion wasn’t released, he would eventually go insane. But now, those dark emotions were being gradually released through Ma You’s disheveled state, bringing him considerable relief.
But something heavy remained in his heart. He couldn’t explain what it was, but he knew that even if Ma You suffered hundreds or thousands more deaths, this deep-seated ailment would never be cured.
This feeling wasn’t just reflected in him, it also lingered deep within the hearts of many victims’ families. At first, they could watch Ma You struggle on the edge of life and death with a touch of enjoyment, but later they turned their heads away, closed their eyes, and silently shed tears.
This is not the outcome they ultimately wanted, but it is the best explanation the government could give them.
Just when everyone thought the live stream would continue amidst Ma You’s suffering, Fan Jialuo touched Ma You’s shoulder with the tip of his shoe and slowly said, “Do you want to end this suffering?”
Upon hearing this, Ma You, driven nearly mad by the torment, quickly crawled to his feet and cried out urgently, “I want to, I want to, please spare me!”
Fan Jialuo touched Dr. Song’s hand with his slender fingertips, and Song Rui, without asking a single question, said to the policeman standing to the side, “Get him a microphone.” The two had reached a point where they could communicate without words.
A microphone was quickly handed to Ma You, who was limp as a board. He gasped for breath, then barely managed to lift his head to look at Fan Jialuo, his eyes showing a hint of doubt, but more so fear and timidity.
Fan Jialuo raised his chin and commanded, “Repent. If you are sincere enough, I will end your suffering.”
Having survived several horrific near-death experiences, Ma You was no longer the unrepentant man he once was. He eagerly grabbed the microphone, followed Fan Jialuo’s finger to a camera in front of him, and said with tears streaming down his face, “I’m sorry, I know I was wrong! I sincerely apologize to all the victims and their families.”
He glanced cautiously at Fan Jialuo, noticing his expressionless face and cold eyes, seemingly dissatisfied. He put down the microphone and began banging his head against the camera repeatedly. A broken forehead was just a little pain and a bit of blood, how could that compare to the long, agonizing ordeal of death?
He kowtowed countless times before picking up the microphone again, choking back tears, and said, “I don’t want to die anymore, please let me go. I know I was wrong, I didn’t realize locking them in the elevator would be so painful. If I had known, I would never have done it. Please forgive me, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m so sorry……”
He hadn’t received much education, and after only a few words of repentance, he ran out of words. So he could only kowtow again and again, repeating the words “I’m sorry” over and over again.
The deceased’s family members, watching on television, breathed a sigh of relief at his limited words. The pent-up emotions they had been holding onto, the feelings they couldn’t let go of, finally dissipated. That was it! What they truly wanted was this, a sincere confession from the perpetrator, an apology or a simple “I’m sorry.”
They don’t need to fill pain with pain, or stop killing with killing, what they want is repentance, relief, and letting go.
At that moment, countless family members of the deceased fainted from crying, and countless bystanders had tears in their eyes.
Father Zhou patted his chest, feeling that the last bit of resentment that had been building up deep in his heart had vanished completely. He stood up without a word, found a hammer, smashed the French windows of the house, and then ran into the kitchen to turn off the gas stove.
Fortunately, he was old and frail and was unable to completely seal the gaps in the doors and windows, otherwise, his family of four would never have seen Ma You repent.
Zhou Hui woke up with a start, rubbing her eyes and calling for her mother. Then her parents hugged her tightly, calling her “baby” over and over again.
The couple held their child and wept bitterly, but they no longer felt depressed, sad, or hopeless. Instead, they released all their negative emotions, and their fear of Ma You completely dissipated with the sound of him repeatedly kowtowing.
In this neighborhood, dozens of people were killed by Ma You. Soon after, cries could be heard from all directions, but they were also filled with relief and a sense of catharsis.
This reaction was positive and entirely within Song Rui’s expectations. Only by opening a crack in everyone’s hearts, allowing them complete release, could their ravaged lives gain a glimmer of hope. This hope could inspire those around them and, in turn, influence the entire city.
Sure enough, shortly after the video was released, many positive voices emerged online.
【I suddenly felt so relieved. 】
【Strange, I don’t find Ma You scary at all anymore! 】
【Everything will be alright! 】
【It was so wonderful to see Ma You repent! To be honest, I felt a huge sense of relief. What I fear and hate most are people who commit heinous crimes but never feel they’ve done anything wrong. 】
Hatred and fear are undoubtedly the two most negative emotions, and if they cannot be completely eliminated, Ma You’s influence on society will persist. But now, as he sincerely repents to everyone, he has transformed from a serial killer into an insignificant death row inmate. One gunshot, and he will be gone forever.
The live stream had gone far enough, so Song Rui waved his hand, signaling the cameraman to turn off the camera.
As the screen completely disappeared, Fan Jialuo’s handsome yet aloof face flashed across the frame, leaving a lasting impression. His Weibo verification has already been changed from ‘Psychic‘ to ‘The Sole Officially Verified Psychic‘ and his follower count soared to 150 million in just over twenty minutes—a number that could absolutely shake the entire entertainment industry.
The hashtags #FanJialuo#, #FanJialuo the fraudster#, #FanJialuo the acting master#, #FanJialuo the pretender#, and other related topics, posts, forums, and supertopics have all been deleted by the official team. Searching for related content will only return the message “No results found”.
After such a catastrophe, who would doubt Fan Jialuo’s abilities? His previously recorded program, 《The World of Extraordinary People》, was once again unearthed and watched by the public, achieving record-breaking ratings.
The director of Lemon TV, who had caused the show to be canceled in his attempt to please Zhang Yang, broke down in tears, sobbing on his desk. He finally realized what a rare opportunity he had lost. If the show had been completed and they had immediately invited Teacher Fan to sign a contract for a second season, Lemon TV would have been a phenomenal success.
Even the most venomous haters wouldn’t dare say a bad word about Fan Jialuo now, unless they wanted to become public enemy number one.
The live broadcast had barely ended when Beijing, which had been on the verge of unrest, stabilized. The Civil Aviation Administration and high-speed rail stations received a massive influx of refund requests, pedestrian and vehicular traffic surged, previously closed shopping malls reopened, and supermarkets hurriedly called logistics stations to request restocking as soon as possible……
Good news kept pouring in from all directions, making Chief Yan beam with joy. Leaders who had previously called to reprimand him were now sending him messages of praise. It was easy to imagine that a perfect handling of this case would lead to a significant promotion for Chief Yan. And the Special Cases Investigation Division of the Chengnan Branch was officially recognized as the primary choice for handling paranormal cases.
The Special Security Department played little role in this crisis and was questioned and criticized by all parties. As a result, the higher authorities revoked all their authority and resources, turning them into a private enterprise.
Chief Yan had already reported Tianshui Sect’s actions to the headquarters, and the Taoist Association would inevitably be condemned. Tianshui Temple, on the other hand, received a notice of illegal construction. The government not only rejected their expansion plan but also ordered them to immediately demolish the existing buildings.
In other words, from this day forward, the capital city will no longer allow the Tianshui Sect to establish strongholds, recruit followers, or enjoy incense offerings. This is just the beginning, because the capital city is a bellwether for all cities, any slight disturbance here will inevitably trigger a chain reaction in the rest. If it refuses the Tianshui Temple’s entry, other cities will follow suit, and before long, the Tianshui Temple will disappear from the secular world forever.
When they received the rectification notice, Chang Sheng, Chang Zhen, and Lin Nian’en were at Longyin Temple with Lin Nianci.
The head priest of Tianshui Temple personally came to deliver the message, his eyes filled with deep fear. The Tianshui Sect was known for its reclusive nature, but voluntary seclusion and passive expulsion were ultimately different. He understood this concept, and Chang Sheng understood it even better. This meant that the Tianshui Sect had been suppressed by the government, a matter of national importance, something a small sect could not contend with.
Is the Tianshui Sect powerful? It is indeed very powerful, practically the leader of the entire Taoist sects. However, compared to a nation, it is merely a pebble in a towering mountain range. The presence or absence of the Tianshui Sect makes no difference to the mountain, nor does it cause the slightest tremor.
Chang Sheng clutched the notice, beads of cold sweat pouring down his face.
The head priest of Tianshui Temple urged anxiously, “Elder, please think of a solution quickly!”
“Wait a minute, let me call Shifu first.” Chang Sheng couldn’t make up his mind, so he had to relay the matter to Taoist Zhi Fei.
Taoist Zhi Fei, who had always looked down on the secular world, sneered, “It’s just the demolition of a Taoist temple, forget it! Our Tianshui Sect has stood for thousands of years without falling, and its profound foundation is beyond the imagination of these mortals.” Although he had not attained enlightenment, he referred to ordinary people as “mortals” at every turn, as if he regarded himself as a high and mighty god.
Chang Sheng, who would never have thought there was anything wrong with this before, felt inexplicably uncomfortable after hearing his words and tone.
But he dared not say a bad word about his master, and only nodded and agreed twice. Just as he was about to hang up the phone, the head priest exclaimed, “Oh no! We have also received a notice of illegal construction at our base in Jinshi!” As soon as he finished speaking, several text messages appeared on the screen, making his eyes widen in fury.
“It’s not just Jinshi, but also Nanshi, Beishi, Dongshi……” The head priest gasped for breath, despairingly saying, “These strongholds have all been listed as illegal buildings by the government. Our Taoist temples in the secular world have all been demolished, they’re gone!”
What does it feel like to be the foremost sect of the Taoist Sects and be completely expelled from the secular world?
Chang Sheng touched his face, feeling a burning pain in his skin.
The once imposing Taoist Master Zhi Fei fell silent, but his heavy breathing betrayed his inner anger and embarrassment.
Just as one problem was about to be solved, another arose. Lin Nian’en rushed in, shouting, “ShiXiong, something terrible has happened! ShiJie has suffered a severe backlash and has vomited blood and fainted!”
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