QT- I’m Almost Died
Chapter 242. Who Exactly Is Lin Nianci?
Lin Nianci was too weak to speak, and could only mouth the words, “I don’t understand what you’re saying.”
Fan Jialuo crouched down, extended his slender fingertips, and gently plucked out one of Lin Nianci’s few remaining white hairs, chuckling softly, “I knocked down the sculpture in the Holy Maiden Hall, do you understand now?”
Standing behind him, Song Rui added casually, “It wasn’t just in Beijing, the Holy Maiden Hall across the country were demolished.”
Chang Sheng stared at them in disbelief, his voice filled with anger, “What right do you have to demolish the Holy Maiden Hall of our Tianshui Temple? The golden statue of our venerable Enci Shibo is enshrined there. You are committing sacrilege!”
Fan Jialuo’s lips, which had been pursed in a slight smile, slowly straightened, and his gentle voice suddenly took on a chilling tone, “Sacrilege? Is Song Enci worthy of such a word? There will never be any gods in this world, because I will not allow it.”
Lin Nianci shook her head from side to side, tears streaming down her face. Her expression was anxious and helpless, but she couldn’t utter a single word. She could only mouth the words, “I’m not, I’m not, I’m Lin Nianci.”
Fan Jialuo blew away the strand of white hair, slowly stood up, looked down at her, and said in a deep voice, “I just knocked down the statue, and you’ve already suffered a backlash. Do you think I’d believe you?”
“I’m really not Song Enci, that’s my mother. I don’t understand a word you’re saying.” Lin Nianci’s aged face was already submerged in tears. She began to fear this inexplicable person in front of her, and also began to feel helpless and confused about her situation. She truly didn’t know why she had become like this.
Unable to speak, she could only mouth her words to defend herself, her nose emitting soft sobs, her fragile and helpless appearance making her seem so innocent.
Even Song Rui, who possessed the ability to read minds, wavered after carefully observing her micro-expressions. However, this professional judgment was far from enough to overshadow his trust in Fan Jialuo, so he simply stood aside without saying a word.
Chang Sheng finally understood the whole story and was instantly enraged, “Fan Jialuo, you’ve gone too far! Just because you suspected Nianci was Enci Shibo, you destroyed our Tianshui Temple’s Holy Maiden Hall! You’re truly ruthless! Let me tell you, Nianci is Nianci, and Enci Shibo is Enci Shibo, they can’t possibly be the same person. When Shizu found Nianci, she was covered in blood, still connected by an umbilical cord, clutching half of Enci Shibo’s sleeve, and was so small, barely the size of Shizu’s palm. She was carried for ten months by Enci Shibo and given birth, and her soul was kept in a water vat for decades to stabilize. Shouldn’t you know better than anyone where Enci Shibo went and what happened to her? You killed her, and now you’re trying to find an excuse to kill Nianci? What deep-seated hatred do you have for those two women? Have you gone mad?”
As Chang Sheng questioned them, Chang Zhen and Lin Nian’en had already taken out their magical artifacts and were ready for battle.
However, Fan Jialuo ignored them completely, only lowering his eyes and staring at Lin Nianci for a long time until she was trembling all over before slowly saying, “I don’t know what method you used to turn yourself into an infant and grow up again, but I will find evidence to prove that you are Song Enci.”
He tapped his temple, his tone so matter-of-fact, “My intuition tells me that you are Song Enci, and you should know that I have never been wrong in terms of intuition.”
Lin Nianci opened her parched, bloodied lips and silently replied, word by word, “You’re completely out of your mind.”
Fan Jialuo smiled dismissively and glanced at Chang Sheng and the others.
The three men holding the peach wood swords couldn’t help but take a few steps back, then quickly stood still after realizing they had shown their fear.
Fan Jialuo bent down, reached out and gently stroked Lin Nianci’s pale and sparse hair, and asked softly, “When will your Shifu be able to come and save you?”
Lin Nianci naturally couldn’t answer, while Chang Sheng threatened him with a fierce but weak tone, “Shifu and Shizu will be arriving in Beijing soon, and they will naturally come looking for you then! Let go of ShiMei and stay away from her!”
Chang Sheng brandished his peach wood sword and charged forward, only to be horrified to find himself trapped in an invisible space. He could see others, and others could see him, but six walls made of air inexplicably rose up around him, isolating him.
Chang Zhen and Lin Nian’en encountered the same situation. They were fiercely attacking the transparent walls with their magical artifacts, but they couldn’t break through. They still existed in the mortal world, yet they were trapped within it. This ability was clearly a variant of Ma You’s spatial manipulation, yet it seemed to surpass it!
The Tianshui Sect also possesses techniques for trapping people, but they must draw talismans or arrays, making it impossible to achieve what Fan Jialuo does so effortlessly. With just a casual glance, a brief breath, or even a flicker of his will, he can silently activate his abilities to trap and kill several people. He seems even more powerful than when they first met!
Let alone the fact that he was only facing three people, even if there were thirty more, they would probably be completely subdued by him in a single exchange.
Just as Chang Sheng thought of this, he saw that the senior monks were also blocked by an invisible wall. They wanted to go up to the altar to help, but they could only stand still. Even Abbot Changjing’s staff could not break through this barrier.
Now, the only ones who could move freely were Lin Nianci, Fan Jialuo, and Song Rui. But Lin Nianci was too weak to move, so how could she save herself?
Chang Sheng broke out in a cold sweat, pounding his fists into the invisible space while shouting, “Fan Jialuo, if you dare touch a hair on ShiMei’s head, our Tianshui Sect will hunt you down to the ends of the earth!”
Upon hearing this, Fan Jialuo showed no hesitation. Instead, he plucked a strand of Lin Nianci’s white hair with his fingertips, waved his hand, and let it drift away in the wind. His actions infuriated Chang Sheng and the others, and also completely destroyed the fragile sense of acceptance they had painstakingly developed toward him
How could Fan Jialuo be a good person? He is just too good at pretending!
“Fan Jialuo, release ShiMei at once! Otherwise, Shizu will kill you with his own hands! Shizu will arrive in the capital soon, you can’t escape!” Chang Sheng shouted hoarsely, while Chang Zhen and Lin Nian’en were also frantic.
Song Rui shook his head and chuckled, “Don’t believe them. They themselves don’t even know when that so-called Shizu will arrive.” Lying to his face, these people are really amusing.
Having received a definite answer, Fan Jialuo squatted down and examined Lin Nianci’s aged face with great interest.
Faced with absolute power, Chang Sheng and the others had no power to resist and could only watch helplessly as he placed his hand on Lin Nianci’s forehead, extracting the last bit of life from her.
Lin Nianci trembled with fear, her low sobs turning into broken moans, her mouth opening and closing in silent pleading, “Please let me go, I beg you!”
The response she received was Fan Jialuo’s serene smile and even faster absorption.
This was the first time Song Rui had ever seen Fan Jialuo absorb someone else’s life force and he couldn’t help but raise his eyebrows, showing a surprised look. Unless he loathed someone to the absolute extreme, he would never commit an act so contrary to his principles, it appears that the animosity between him and Song Enci runs incredibly deep, to the point of becoming a bitter, life-and-death struggle.
After a short while, Fan Jialuo withdrew his hand and placed his fair palm flat in front of Dr. Song’s eyes.
Song Rui immediately put aside those chaotic thoughts, took out a pack of disinfectant wipes from his pocket, and carefully wiped him down, glancing at Lin Nianci out of the corner of his eye.
Surprisingly, Lin Nianci had lost all her hair and teeth, and her body was as withered as a skeleton. Yet, a breath remained in her nasal cavity, intermittent and very weak, and it was unknown when it would suddenly stop.
Fan Jialuo took away her life, but left her with a chance to linger on.
Having done all this, he jumped off the altar and strode away. As he walked away, the invisible walls gradually thinned and then disappeared completely, freeing those who had been trapped. Chang Sheng and the other two rushed to Lin Nianci, knelt down, and their eyes immediately welled up with tears.
Her condition was already extremely critical, and with Fan Jialuo’s actions, she was already halfway to death, with no chance of her master and grandmaster coming to save her.
“Abbot Changjing, please come and see my ShiMei!” Chang Sheng cried out helplessly.
Chang Zhen and Lin Nian’en knelt beside the dying Lin Nianci, wanting to touch her but not daring to reach out, for fear that she would disappear like a grain of sand in the wind.
Abbot Changjing gave Fan Jialuo a deep look before quickly stepping onto the altar, taking Lin Nianci’s pulse, and shaking his head, saying, “Amituofu, even this humble monk cannot save Benefactor Lin, her life force is about to be cut off.”
“Didn’t you restore her youth by chanting sutras for her before? Keep chanting!” Lin Nian’en urged anxiously.
“The blessing of prayers takes time.” Abbot Changjing waved his hand, “Benefactor Lin does not have enough time.”
“How could this be? It’s impossible!” Lin Nian’en burst into tears as he spoke, then suddenly looked at Fan Jialuo, his eyes flashing with deep-seated hatred.
Abbot Changjing knew that Lin Nianci was beyond saving, but he still gathered all the monks in the temple to chant sutras and bless her.
The ethereal chanting of Buddhist scriptures rose and swirled, shaking the heavens, yet it couldn’t shake Fan Jialuo’s cold expression. He ignored Lin Nian’en’s hatred and paid no heed to the murderous aura emanating from Chang Sheng and Chang Zhen. He simply said slowly, “Song Enci holds the other half of the Double Fish Pendant. That jade pendant belongs to Yang, to Truth, and to the birth of all things, so she will never die. I’ll bet you all that by tomorrow morning, she will naturally be back to normal. Unless we push her to the brink, how will she willingly reveal her identity?”
“You’re out of your mind!” Chang Sheng roared, “You’re willing to toy with human lives just for a conjecture?”
Fan Jialuo chuckled, “I’m not toying with a human life. I am toying with Song Enci. Don’t worry, her life is tougher than anyone else’s.” The implication was that he absolutely refused to acknowledge Song Enci as human, so he could manipulate her fate without any qualms.
He really is the murderer who killed his ShiShuzu and Shibo! He is utterly depraved! Chang Sheng was filled with anger and hatred, clearly wanting to kill him with his own hands, but he was powerless to do so.
Chang Zhen and Lin Nian’en had already decided to perish together with Fan Jialuo, and they took out all their most treasured magical artifacts.
Seeing that a bloody battle was about to break out, Abbot Changjing immediately stepped forward to separate the two groups of people, and said gently but firmly, “Amituofu, please give me face, Benefactor Fan, and refrain from resorting to violence within the precincts of Longyin Temple, otherwise this old monk shall personally see you off the mountain premises.” He had fully expected that he would inevitably have to take action, yet, much to his surprise, Fan Jialuo merely cast a deep, penetrating glance at him before turning away and departing, without uttering a single word of provocation or difficulty.
Abbot Changjing was stunned.
Without turning his head, Fan Jialuo said, “I’ll be waiting for Song Enci outside the temple. Even if you don’t chant sutras, she won’t die.”
Abbot Changjing didn’t believe him at all. After getting rid of this big trouble, he immediately sat down cross-legged under the altar and sincerely chanted sutras for Lin Nianci. He could see that she was already burdened by evil karma and her life was coming to an end, but this evil karma came from elsewhere and had little to do with her personally, so she still had to be saved.
As soon as Fan Jialuo and Song Rui stepped out of Longyin Temple, the gate behind them slammed shut and was locked, as if afraid that they would force their way in.
“What do we do now?” Song Rui asked in a light tone.
“Wait here tonight.” Fan Jialuo casually found a stone bench to sit on, took out his phone and said, “I’ll call Director Meng and ask him to help pick up Yangyang.”
“Let Wennuan pick him up, she’s better at taking care of children.” Song Rui also took out his phone.
“Okay. I’ll send Yangyang an apology text message.” As he said this, a hint of guilt inevitably showed between Fan Jialuo’s brows.
“He’ll understand. We’ll make do in the car tonight, and I happened to bring a blanket.” Song Rui took a down comforter from the trunk and laid it out on the back seat.
“Don’t come near me, you’ll get the cold.” Fan Jialuo stared at his cold hands, a hint of obscurity appearing in his dark eyes.
“I’m not afraid of the cold.” Song Rui took off his trench coat and wrapped himself and Fan Jialuo together, his laughter low and cheerful, “I’m lending you my body heat, you should keep it safe.”
Upon hearing this, Fan Jialuo’s pursed lips couldn’t help but curve into a smile. He proactively closed the gaps in his coat, leaned against the warm chest behind him, and then released a magnetic field, tightly locking the intense heat onto his body. As a result, his originally lifeless and cold body slowly warmed up, as if it had come back to life in another way.
It turns out that living is not a state of being, but a state of mind.
He lowered his head and smiled silently.
Feeling that the body in his arms was no longer as cold as usual, but instead grew warmer the more he held it, Song Rui couldn’t help but let out a soft sound of surprise, then lowered his head to take a look.
Just then, Fan Jialuo extended his slender fingertip and tapped the back of his hand. This silent exchange immediately stopped Song Rui’s investigation, making him burst out laughing.
After a long while, Song Rui finally suppressed his smile and asked, “Are we just going to wait here like this?”
“I possess the other half of the fish pendant, which is yin and associated with death. I will immediately sense if Song Enci uses yang jade.”
“Then we barge in and catch her red-handed?”
“Yes. She values her life very much. Even if she knows I’m lying in wait outside, she will still find a way to save herself.”
“Valuing one’s life is all to achieve godhood?”
“Yes, this is the dream of every Taoist practitioner.”
“Is that also your Shizu’s dream?”
“Um.”
“And what about you?”
After a long silence, Fan Jialuo said firmly, “I will not allow gods to exist in the world.”
Song Rui understood something and couldn’t help but shake his head and chuckle, “You think you’re a savior?”
“I never thought that way. I was just doing what I thought I should do.” Fan Jialuo looked up at the night sky and sighed almost imperceptibly.
He originally thought that Lin Nianci would not be able to endure it for long and would take out the Yang Jade to save herself, but to his surprise, there was no movement in Longyin Temple after a whole night.
At dawn, Fan Jialuo, who had completely lost his patience, grabbed Dr. Song’s hand and led him straight to the tightly closed and locked door. But the moment they bumped into each other, a folding space opened up, connecting to the other side of the door, and they appeared out of thin air in the temple.
Upon seeing the two pass through the wall, the monks who were sweeping the floor were so frightened that they dropped their brooms and hurriedly ran to find the Abbot.
Using several interconnected folded spaces, Fan Jialuo instantly arrived at a row of side rooms several hundred meters away. Following a faint, almost imperceptible aura, he pushed open the door to one of the rooms.
At that moment, Chang Sheng, Chang Zhen, Lin Nian’en, and Abbot Changjing arrived upon hearing the news and shouted in unison, “Stop!”
Fan Jialu ignored them, walked straight into the room, and dragged Lin Nianci out.
The two eight- or nine-year-old novice monks who had been tending to the patient at her bedside were startled awake. They rubbed their eyes and looked over, then let out a soft gasp of disbelief. The woman, who had been on the verge of death and looked frail the night before, was now completely recovered. Her skin was smooth, her body was plump, and her hair and teeth had all grown back, as if she had taken some kind of miraculous elixir that could revive the dead and heal the wounded.
Fan Jialuo, however, was not surprised at all. He casually tossed the dazed Lin Nianci to the ground and asked with a half-smile, “How do you explain this phenomenon?”
Chang Sheng, Chang Zhen, and Lin Nianen were dumbfounded.
Abbot Changjing stared at Lin Nianci for a long while, and said in astonishment, “Amituofu, last night Benefactor Lin was clearly burdened by evil karma and her fate was exhausted, but today she is full of vitality and her fate is soaring. What is going on?”
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Chapter 241. Sculpture Of The Holy Maiden Of Zezhou
Ma You was quickly put on a public trial. Survivors came forward one by one to accuse him of his crimes, and there were bloody objects such as fingernails and teeth left by the victims as evidence. The judge sentenced him to death in court, and the sentence was carried out immediately.
As he was being led to the execution ground, Fan Jialuo blocked his path, leaned in and asked, “Do you still think that you can become a ghost after death? Believe it or not, I will obliterate your very soul?”
The once arrogant and domineering Ma You could only be described as a lump of mud. Especially when facing Fan Jialuo, he would shed tears and snot from fear, his body trembling as if it would fall apart at any moment.
“I believe you, I believe you, please spare me, let me die a quick death, waa waa waa……”
The empathy that Fan Jialuo had given him continued to work, his body could no longer feel the pain of the dead, but his soul was trapped in one confined space after another, enduring death again and again. He was trapped in despair, able only to helplessly cry out for help and hopelessly struggle and climb, just like every victim before him.
He gradually realized that the only way to find liberation was through death. As for whether he would become a vengeful ghost after death, or whether he could take revenge on society, his soul was already extremely weak, so how could he dare to even dream of such things? As long as people like Fan Jialuo still existed in this world, he would never return.
Fan Jialuo looked deeply into his tear-filled eyes, seeing through his cowardice and incompetence, before stepping back two steps to clear the way to the execution ground.
Ma You was being led away by two soldiers. Just as he was about to step out of the courtroom, he suddenly turned back and asked, “What exactly are you?”
This question had clearly troubled him for a long time, otherwise he wouldn’t have been so preoccupied with it on his deathbed. He absolutely refused to believe that Fan Jialuo was human, how could a human go five or six days without food or water? How could a human deprive him of his power and use it for his own purposes? How could a human bring hell to the mortal realm?
His mind raced, and without waiting for the man’s response, he felt as if he had found the answer. He shuddered and then staggered away.
Fan Jialuo watched his retreating figure silently, his expression as indifferent as ever.
Song Rui walked over from behind and gently patted his shoulder, “Can we go home now?”
“There’s one more place I’d like to visit.” Fan Jialuo whispered, shaking his head.
“Let’s go then.” Song Rui didn’t ask any more questions, and simply took out his car keys.
More than an hour later, the two arrived at the top of the highest mountain in Beijing and stood in front of a magnificent building. A black plaque hung above the door, on which two large word were written in gold lacquer——Tianshui Temple.
This was the secular stronghold of the sect that once nurtured Fan Jialuo, and also the most prosperous Taoist temple in the capital. Normally, the temple gates would be wide open, welcoming throngs of believers and receiving offerings amidst swirling incense smoke. Many important figures would also quietly come and donate substantial sums of money for incense.
But today, the bronze gate was tightly closed, and a circle had been painted in vermilion on the towering courtyard wall, with a large “Demolish” word written inside. Noisy sounds keep coming from inside the courtyard, as if they are arguing about something, or as if they are praying for something.
“It seems Chief Yan is preparing to take action against Tianshui Temple.” Song Rui stood in the center of the gate, admiring the magnificent Taoist temple with great interest.
No wonder it’s called Tianshui Temple, three massive building complexes are arranged in a triangular pattern, connected by three huge gardens, occupying most of the mountain’s area. Even so, the Tianshui Sect wasn’t satisfied and submitted another application, intending to buy the entire mountain.
Song Rui stared at the plaque hanging above his head for a while, then shook his head and said, “Everyone calls the Tianshui Sect a great reclusive power of the metaphysical world. But having seen their stronghold, I find the term ‘reclusive’ to be nothing more than a joke.”
“They call themselves cultivators, looking down on ordinary people while simultaneously trying to manipulate them. Their so-called seclusion is just talk.” Fan Jialuo pushed open the side door and stepped inside.
Song Rui immediately followed up, chuckling, “Their mentality can be summed up in five words——the arrogance of the strong.”
“Indeed. The moment they gain power, they believe they have detached themselves from the common masses and evolved into a higher order of being. But in fact, every form of life in the universe is the same. Birth, aging, sickness and death are a process that they must go through, and no one can escape it.”
“You can.” Song Rui gave Fan Jialuo a deep look, quite certain of his guess.
“I can’t either.” Fan Jialuo avoided his gaze.
“Your form of existence is unlike any of ours, you can do it.” Song Rui insisted on his judgment.
Fan Jialuo strode forward and said firmly, “One day, I too will face the judgment of fate, and at that time, I will not be able to avoid death.”
“That works out perfectly. I am ready to face judgment at any time. I will go with you.”
Having pressed him to this extent, Song Rui stopped the conversation.
Fan Jialuo turned to look at him, and finally smiled gently, “Alright, let’s do it together.” He stood there waiting for Dr. Song to approach, and said in a calm tone, “Every day we live, we are actually facing death. Perhaps you go to sleep tonight, and tomorrow morning you will never open your eyes again, perhaps you are smiling now, and the next second you will suddenly die. Such situations are not exceptions, but commonplace. The greatest challenge in life is not to search for the meaning of survival, but how to calmly face death. Those eminent monks extinguish all lamps every night before going to sleep, place their empty water glasses upside down by their bedsides, and make sure to finish all their daily tasks, never leaving any trouble for tomorrow. They do this every day without fail. Do you know why?”
After thinking for a moment, Song Rui slowly said, “Because they prepare for their own death every day. They are not sure if they will wake up tomorrow after they fall asleep today, so they will live each day to the fullest and leave no regrets.”
“Yes.” Fan Jialuo said, looking at the magnificent temple ahead, “So death is inevitable, and we must all be prepared.”
Song Rui nodded without saying a word, then grasped Fan Jialuo’s cold hand.
“What are you doing?” Fan Jialuo’s ears turned slightly red.
“Finish today’s work today, and don’t leave regrets for tomorrow. You just taught me that.” Song Rui chuckled in a low, husky voice.
Fan Jialuo withdrew his hand, took a few quick steps, and then, for some reason, suddenly turned back and waved, saying, “Hurry up and follow me.”
Song Rui immediately followed and took the man’s hand again, but the other person couldn’t pull away this time. They seemed to have reached a consensus——to do what they felt in their hearts and leave no regrets.
The two walked hand in hand to the noisiest palace, only to find a group of Taoist priests arguing with a group of people in uniforms, while some workers were smashing the building to pieces with hammers.
“You can’t do this! This land was bought by our Tianshui Temple, it’s private property!”
“All the land belongs to the state. Where is this private land? You say you bought the land, but where is the paperwork? Where are the procedures? Where are the licenses? Produce any one of them, and we’re leaving immediately!”
“The paperwork…it’s still being processed, it’ll be ready soon.” The Taoist priest, who had been so confident just moments before, was now stammering and unable to speak clearly. The Tianshui Sect had quite a few connections with higher-ups, and over the years they had been protected by important figures, to the point that they had long forgotten that this mountain did not belong to them.
“You really think the higher-ups will approve your application? What wishful thinking! Let me tell you, given what your Tianshui Sect has done, the fact that the higher-ups haven’t classified you as a cult and banned you is already a huge favor! You’ve killed so many people just to protect a damn formation, and you still have the nerve to cultivate Taoism? Demolish it, demolish it, keep demolishing it!”
The leader waved his hand, and the workers swung their hammers even more vigorously.
Seeing the two groups inevitably grappling with each other, Fan Jialuo gently tugged at Dr. Song’s arm, “Let’s change direction.”
Song Rui intertwined his fingers with his and whispered with a soft laugh, “Wherever you go, I’ll follow.”
Fan Jialuo glanced at him, didn’t respond, but couldn’t help but smile.
Tianshui Temple covers a vast area, with pavilions and towers built according to the mountain’s contours, arranged in a staggered and seemingly disordered manner, creating a very complex landscape. Walking along this straight path often leads to even more interconnected, spiderweb-like paths, those who haven’t lived here for a long time are sure to lose their way.
But Fan Jialuo did not pause at all, following his heart, and walked unimpeded to a temple with a very unique design.
Song Rui looked up and saw three large golden characters on the plaque hanging on the beam——The Holy Maiden Hall
“What kind of deity is this?” Song Rui asked in confusion, “I only know that Taoist temples usually enshrine the Three Pure Ones, the Supreme Primordial Goddess, the Jade Emperor, and the Queen Mother of the West. Further back, there are also the Thunder God and Lightning Goddess, the Five Directions Goddesses, the Five Directions Spiritual Children, and the Turtle and Snake Generals. But I have never heard of enshrining any holy maiden.”
Fan Jialuo pointed to the sculptures inside the hall and shook his head, saying, “This is not a deity, but my ShiJie, Song Enci.”
Song Rui suddenly realized, and his tone turned several degrees colder, “It seems that your Shifu really liked your ShiJie. Even though she is dead, he still wants to make a golden statue for her so that she can enjoy the incense offerings of the mortal world.”
“As long as it benefits ShiJie, he wouldn’t even mind trading his own life away.” Fan Jialuo walked into the main hall and looked up at the sculpture draped in red silk.
Its features are delicate and lively, its eyelids are slightly closed, its smile is gentle, and it holds a weeping willow in its hand, gently swaying it downwards. Its wide sleeves and flowing skirt seem to be fluttering in the wind. In the blink of an eye, it can transform into a living being and gracefully and lightly walk down from the altar.
It was so lifelike that it inexplicably instilled fear in people.
Song Rui carefully examined the sculpture and pondered, “Don’t you think it’s different from other sculptures? It seems to have a sense of life and appears particularly vivid.”
Fan Jialuo remained silent, his gaze sweeping across the hall. He released Dr. Song’s hand, walked to the offering table, picked up the bronze candlestick with a burnt-out candle, and smashed it against the base of the sculpture. With a muffled thud, the terracotta figure cracked open and toppled over.
Song Rui dodged the sculpture that crashed to the ground, bent down and stared carefully at its delicate face, and said slowly, “I don’t know if I’m seeing things, but I always feel that once this crack appeared, its face didn’t seem as lifelike as before.”
Fan Jialuo remained silent, raised the candlestick high, and smashed the gentle, beautiful face in a few blows.
Song Rui stopped questioning, picked up another candlestick, and silently began smashing the sculpture. He was even more ruthless than Fan Jialuo, quickly breaking the sculpture’s neck and dislocating its limbs. If this person had truly killed Fan Jialuo, he could have torn her to pieces even if he were facing the real thing.
After finishing their work, the two dusted themselves off, went to the outdoor ornamental pool to wash their hands, and then leisurely looked at the messy Holy Maiden Hall.
“She is not worthy to enjoy the pleasures of the mortal world as a deity.” Only then did Fan Jialuo speak calmly.
“Wait a moment, I’m going to make a phone call.” Song Rui took out his phone.
Fan Jialuo nodded, his eyes fixed on the mangled, shattered sculpture. His aversion to the divine was ingrained, anyone associated with the word “God” would become his target.
A few minutes later, Song Rui returned and said casually, “I just sent someone to check. There is a Holy Maiden Hall in Tianshui Temple all over the country, and the statues enshrined in the halls are all your ShiJie. Your Shifu even specially recruited a group of believers for her so that she can enjoy the incense offerings of the world for a long time.”
Fan Jialuo’s already dark eyes darkened even further.
Song Rui rubbed his head and chuckled, “Tianshui Temples all over the country are already being demolished. Chief Yan seems determined to teach the Tianshui Sect a lesson. I’ve already sent people to smash those sculptures, making sure not a single one is left.”
Fan Jialuo paused for a moment, then laughed lightly. Dr. Song was always like this, always able to see into his heart first and then take all the trouble for him.
“I haven’t even had a chance to deal with the Tianshui Sect yet, and they’ve already driven themselves into a corner. Is this fate?” He looked up at the sky, sighed, and finally waved his hand, saying, “Let’s go, let’s go to Longyin Temple.”
“What are we going over there for?” Song Rui asked, taking his hand.
Fan Jialuo touched the back of his hand with his slender fingertips and said frankly, “Go visit Lin Nianci.”
Song Rui raised their clasped hands and said in a gentle voice, “I love it when you tap the back of my hand or somewhere else with your fingertips. That slightly itchy feeling is like tapping on my heart.”
Fan Jialuo cast a sidelong glance at Dr. Song, the corners of his eyes flushed crimson, but did not respond. Instead, his slender fingertips gently touched the back of his hand.
Song Rui couldn’t hold back any longer. He chuckled softly as he gripped the man’s hand tightly and walked forward step by step.
Two hours later, they arrived at Longyin Temple. Guided by a young novice monk, they entered the main courtyard and immediately saw Lin Nianci lying prostrate on the altar. She was vomiting blood, her hands clutching her chest as if in excruciating pain, her body was convulsing uncontrollably, as if she were suffering from hysteria, her already aged face was visibly withering away, revealing deep wrinkles, her bright eyes were filled with turbid tears, and her last remaining energy was continuously draining away.
If it weren’t for Abbot Changjing chanting sutras and blessing her every day during this period, which restored some of her youth, she might have aged and died long ago.
Chang Sheng, Chang Zhen, and Lin Nian’en were kneeling beside her, shouting loudly, while a group of senior monks were chanting scriptures rapidly around the altar.
With the protection of the power of collective prayers, Lin Nianci’s injuries were somewhat alleviated, but her aged face and severely damaged internal organs were difficult to recover. Strands of her white hair began to fall out, and the once gentle and beautiful woman now resembled a decaying corpse.
Upon seeing her appearance, Song Rui felt as if he were seeing another Su Fengxi, and subconsciously frowned.
Fan Jialuo used his magnetic field to push away everyone who blocked his way, and walked step by step to Lin Nianci’s side. He looked down at her and smiled faintly, “Do you know why you suddenly suffered such a severe backlash?”
Lin Nianci was so weak that she couldn’t even open her mouth, she could only stare at him with wide eyes, unwilling to give up.
Chang Sheng suddenly looked up and asked urgently, “Why? Do you know the reason?” Having experienced so much, he dared not take any of Fan Jialuo’s words lightly.
“Because your channels for collecting faith have been cut off.” Fan Jialuo leaned down and said, word by word, “You will never become a god in this lifetime, Song Enci.”
Upon hearing his strange address, Chang Sheng, Chang Zhen, and Lin Nian’en immediately showed expressions of astonishment.
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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!”
Chang Sheng: !!!
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Chapter 239. Ma You Finally Learned What It Means To Be Afraid
Ma You’s hands stiffly and slowly rose, reaching out to Fan Jialuo’s outstretched palms, his head tilting back as if trying to escape. His soul remained, but his body was split into two completely opposite halves.
Not only was he resisting, but Fan Jialuo’s brow was also furrowed, as if he was suppressing some unbearable emotion. When Ma You’s fingertips were about to touch his palm, he couldn’t help but flinch, and then glanced at Dr. Song.
His movements and expressions were subtle, quickly suppressed, but Song Rui, sitting beside him, lowered his head and subtly curled the corners of his lips. This man, under his influence, had even developed a germaphobia, beginning to despise Ma You’s blood-stained hands and tainted soul. He wasn’t like this before. They say one is influenced by one’s company, and they had reached the point of mutual assimilation.
Thinking of this, Song Rui raised his hand to cover his lips to prevent the camera from capturing his joyful expression.
In contrast to him, Fan Jialuo’s brows furrowed more and more. When Ma You’s hands touched his palms, he even exhaled a breath of stale air through his teeth, feeling increasingly disgusted and repulsed.
“The saying ‘Hell is other people’ doesn’t seem to apply to you.” Fan Jialuo held Ma You’s hands and said slowly, “To you, other people are tools for creating happiness, cats and dogs that you can kill at will. You can’t feel the pain from others, nor do you feel remorse for your sins. You yourself are a hell.”
Unable to resist, Ma You quickly calmed down. His stiff body went limp, and he slumped comfortably in the chair, breathing through his nose and a smirk playing on his lips, as if mocking Fan Jialuo’s inexplicable actions and words. He wasn’t even afraid of death, so why would he be afraid of such a small scene? His initial fear was merely a stress response.
Seeing his fearless, unrepentant, and even gleeful arrogance, viewers in front of their televisions felt both anger and hatred, but even more so, fear and helplessness. If a person lacks both empathy and a sense of guilt, he is virtually invincible. Even if he were caught, brought to court, and sentenced to death, he would merely smile dismissively, never uttering a word of apology or repentance.
What can you do when faced with someone like that? You can only swallow your anger, feel miserable, and hate them, enduring the torment of this resentment day and night.
Viewers glued to their television sets were either teary-eyed, cursing, or trembling with fear. Some grabbed whatever they could and slammed it against the wall, while others knelt on the ground, sobbing uncontrollably. The pain and fear Ma You had inflicted on them were far from over, in fact, this was only the beginning.
With trembling fingertips, Father Zhou pointed at the grinning demon on the television screen, a curse stuck in his throat, unable to escape. He was already suffocating. Zhou He and his wife were also so enraged that they felt dizzy and weak, their hands pressing tightly against their hearts to prevent them from bursting.
The only person unaffected by Ma You’s cruelty was Fan Jialuo. He lowered his eyelids, refusing to look at the demon-like face, and continued, “Now, I’m going to teach you empathy. I’m going to make you feel the pain and fear of others, and then deeply repent for your sins. Are you ready?”
Ma You raised his eyebrows, curled his lips into a slant, and gave an extremely arrogant look before letting out a sneer from his nose.
Chief Yan, watching this scene through the two way mirror, was so nervous his palms were sweating. If Teacher Fan failed to achieve his stated goal, the impact of this live broadcast on the entire society would be extremely negative. His superiors called one after another, questioning what he was up to, netizens left messages filled with fear, resentment, and helplessness.
It can be said that if Teacher Fan’s move fails, he will be condemned by everyone and face complete disgrace. Even if he captures Ma You and saves the entire capital, this achievement will be wiped out.
A person who always strives for perfection will be criticized for even the slightest blemish, while a villain can be praised for a single, insignificant good deed. The logic of this world has always been this bizarre.
As Chief Yan waited anxiously and the audience remained bewildered, Fan Jialuo slowly transferred the near-death memories contained within the magnetic field into Ma You’s mind. Since Ma You lacked empathy, he would bestow this ability upon him.
One second Ma You was laughing triumphantly, the next he was terrified. Fragments of chaotic memories began to appear in his mind, spinning like a slideshow and playing out vividly.
His eyes gradually bulged out, his cheeks slowly sunken, and he became visibly haggard and worn out. He frequently licked his lips with his tongue, as if he were extremely thirsty.
His change was so obvious that viewers in front of their televisions noticed it immediately.
To better understand the public’s emotional reactions, Chief Yan was watching a live stream on a tablet. Netizens were constantly sending comments on the screen, asking what had happened to Ma You and why he looked so much haggard in an instant.
Just as Song Rui had predicted, the moment Ma You appeared disheveled, even slightly, public sentiment would be greatly appeased. Netizens who had previously been frequently protesting and demanding the government immediately shut down the live stream and television channels were now completely silent, instead urging even the most timid to come and watch. They sensed that Teacher Fan was about to make a big move.
But Fan Jialuo’s actions surprised everyone. He actually released Ma You, took a disinfectant wipe from Dr. Song, and began to slowly wipe his fingertips, his expression serene and his posture relaxed, as if he had already stopped channeling.
Seeing his behavior, the audience couldn’t help but feel very disappointed. The live stream chat was full of questions directed at Fan Jialuo, while Father Zhou pressed his chest and said in a trembling voice, “Why doesn’t he continue channeling? Can’t he deal with Ma You either? Continue, continue!”
Zhou He supported his father’s swaying body while gritting his teeth and watching the screen. He desperately wanted Fan Jialuo to inflict more pain on Ma You, but the other man seemed to have only punished Ma You briefly before letting go. Was that all he could do?
Just as everyone’s discontent was rising rapidly, Ma You suddenly slid down the back of his chair, his knees hitting the ground with a thud. Then he clutched his throat and shouted urgently, “Water, water, give me water!”
Fan Jialuo picked up a glass of water that was placed beside him, and under Ma You’s extremely eager gaze, drank it all in one gulp.
Ma You’s eyes turned red at the sight, and he cried out in near despair, “Leave me a mouthful! Please, leave me a mouthful!”
Fan Jialuo turned the empty glass upside down, responding to his plea with callous indifference.
Ma You stared intently at the empty glass, from which not a single drop of water could be poured, and let out an angry roar. His madness, his despair, his pleas stunned everyone. The comments in the live stream vanished in an instant, and Father Zhou, who had been so excited he wanted to smash the TV, plopped back down in his seat, greedily watching the utterly disheveled Ma You, a look of pleasure and enjoyment in his eyes.
After a long while, a netizen tentatively posted a comment: 【What just happened? Why did Ma You suddenly demand water and go crazy if he wasn’t given it? 】
【I don’t know! Didn’t Teacher Fan’s channeling already end? 】
In their view, letting go meant the end of the psychic communication, but the reality was the complete opposite of what they had guessed, it was only the beginning.
Fan Jialuo gently placed the water glass back in its original position and said softly, “Move the table away.”
The police officers standing by immediately moved the interrogation table aside, allowing Ma You to face Fan Jialuo directly. From the camera’s perspective, he didn’t appear to collapse from pain, but rather seemed to be kowtowing and begging for mercy from Fan Jialuo. This scene greatly pleased the audience.
The netizen who was just saying he was going to report the live stream suddenly posted a huge, bright red “awesome” word.
Chief Yan glanced at the tablet, then at the shrewd and calculating Teacher Fan. His anxiety finally subsided, and the constant barrage of questioning calls ceased. It’s easy to imagine how many people were watching this unfold with bated breath.
Under the watchful eyes of everyone, Fan Jialuo slowly spoke, “This is your first hell, and also the dying feeling of the first person you killed.” He tapped his temples with his slender fingertips, his voice as soft as a babbling brook, yet it brought a lingering chill and terror, “She was too old, and died of a sudden heart attack before the feeling of hunger could reach its peak.”
As he spoke, Ma You’s hands, which had been clutching his throat, tightened around his chest. He collapsed completely, curled up on the floor, and began to convulse. Without the table obstructing the view, more than a dozen cameras could clearly and comprehensively capture his agonizing state.
Fan Jialuo closed his eyes slightly and continued to describe, “When the heart disease strikes, you will feel sharp pain in your body, you will be unable to breathe through your mouth and nose, your body will begin to go numb, and your mind will become confused. You know you are about to die, you want to shout for help, but in fact you can’t make a sound at all, you want to crawl out to find someone, but you can’t even move your fingertips, you can only lie on the ground and wait for death alone.”
His every word was confirmed by Ma You’s actions.
Ma You clutched his chest in excruciating pain, large beads of cold sweat beading on his forehead. He cried for help, but no sound came out. His fingertips dug into the floor, but his body remained paralyzed. He rolled his eyes at the ceiling, his face displaying a desperate, lonely, and passively awaiting-death expression of resentment.
One of the cameras filmed a close-up of him, and under the high-definition lens, his numb face, the kind only a dying person would have, brought immense comfort to all the viewers. This cruel and heartless scene received not a single complaint, instead, it garnered overwhelming praise online, with likes skyrocketing to an astonishing number in no time.
Finally, Ma You convulsed violently for a moment, then lay still.
Viewers who hadn’t yet reached their peak of enjoyment instinctively asked: 【That’s it? 】
Fan Jialuo slowly spoke, “Next is your second hell, which comes from the dying feelings of the second victim, Jiang Keke. She was driven to death by thirst by you.”
Ma You, who had been lying motionless, suddenly regained his energy and scrambled to his feet, trying to escape. He finally understood what Fan Jialuo meant by the 256 levels of hell. It was people! It was the painful memories of the victims he had killed! It was death after death!
The first one was already excruciating, what would the others be like? Ma You dared not even think about it! He had never been able to understand the pain of others before, and only now did he finally realize what he had done.
He rushed toward the door, but after taking a step, he suddenly knelt down, gasping for breath.
Fan Jialuo described his feelings in a soft voice, “Doesn’t it feel like your mouth is very dry and your throat is very hot, as if it’s about to burst into flames?”
Ma You clutched his throat, turned to look at Fan Jialuo, his mouth wide open, making a hoarse sound.
Seeing his pained expression, the audience couldn’t help but swallow hard, suddenly gaining a deeper and more intuitive understanding of the phrase “burning with thirst.”
Fan Jialuo said casually, “Don’t worry, this is just the beginning. You’ll feel a little dizzy later, and your skin will become dry from dehydration.”
Ma You’s head began to sway back and forth and side to side, and sure enough, he began to feel dizzy, and his skin became dry at a visible speed.
This amazing scene stunned viewers in front of their televisions and netizens watching the live stream.
Fan Jialuo’s description continues, “Dehydration causes your blood to thicken and stops pumping blood to non-essential organs. The first organ to be abandoned is the stomach and intestines, so you will feel nauseous and want to vomit.”
Ma You knelt down, supporting his body with his hands, his head bowed low, and he made retching sounds repeatedly.
Fan Jialuo closed his eyes and said in a low voice, “After your stomach and intestines, your kidneys will also stop working. Because you can’t produce urine, you will feel a burning pain in your urethra and bladder.”
Ma You curled up on the ground, clutching his lower abdomen, his expression one of unbearable pain. He began to cry for help, pleading for a chance to live like everyone
else he had trapped and died, but the people in the interrogation room simply stood quietly to the side, watching his despair and struggle with indifferent eyes.
He was now reaping the same pain he had inflicted on others. He struggled to turn over and kowtowed repeatedly to Fan Jialuo, his appearance utterly miserable.
Fan Jialuo’s shoe tip pointed at his head, swaying slightly, seemingly nonchalant. When facing such utterly heinous villains, he never harbored even the slightest shred of mercy, the so-called adage——drop the butcher’s knife and instantly attain Buddhahood——was, to him, nothing more than a joke. If even a wretch like Ma You could attain Buddhahood simply by ceasing to kill, then this world would have no reason to continue existing, indeed, the myriad living beings of this world would be nothing more than souls claimed by the Buddha’s very own blade.
He stared at Ma You’s trembling head and said in a low voice, “After your kidneys stop working, your mouth and nose will crack due to dehydration and bleed.”
Ma You reached out and touched it, indeed feeling the thick, fresh blood on the tip of his nose. His expression instantly turned one of utter terror and madness. What on earth was this person? Why could he cast him into hell?
The audience was so stunned by Fan Jialuo’s perfectly synchronized descriptions that they were speechless. It turned out that the hell he spoke of was a series of death memories, the victims’ final experiences, the ultimate pain and despair! He could achieve such a thing with just a brief touch on Ma You, was he truly just a psychic, and not a god?
All eyes were on Fan Jialuo, and he delivered his final pronouncement, “Your brain will shrink due to dehydration, your eyeballs will sunken into their sockets, your consciousness will begin to blur, and your throat will make strange noises, which signify the coming of death.”
As Ma You kowtowed and begged for mercy, he slowly collapsed, revealing his face. His once bulging eyeballs were now sunken deep in their sockets, becoming dry and cloudy. His mouth was wide open, making gurgling sounds, a result of his body automatically secreting mucus due to dehydration. The appearance of such sounds was a sign that the person’s life had come to an end.
Ma You convulsed a few times before finally succumbing to his injuries.
The audience also involuntarily held their breath as he breathed his last.
Just then, Fan Jialuo’s cold voice rang out again, “The third level of hell has begun. Are you ready?”
Ma You suddenly opened his eyes and ran frantically towards the door, using both hands and feet. The fearless, unrepentant, and utterly unemotional man had finally learned to be afraid.
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Chapter 238. Ma You, How Many Levels Of Hell Do You Have?
After leaving the morgue, Fan Jialuo, Song Rui, and Chief Yan returned to the South City Branch, where Ma You was now being held.
“How is he?” Chief Yan asked as he entered the observation room.
“Bent on dying,” Meng Zhong said, pointing at the two-way mirror.
The three looked into the interrogation room next door and saw that Ma You was tightly bound to a chair with a rope, his hands were handcuffed, his feet were weighed down with heavy iron balls and shackles, his upper and lower jaws were propped open by a metal frame, and his mouth was stuffed with cotton. Except for his eyeballs, he could not move any part of his body.
The police tried everything they could to stop him from harming himself.
“It seems he’s gone mad.” Song Rui said coldly.
“Completely insane.” Zhuang Zhen said, pressing down on the pistol strapped to his waist, still shaken, “I tried to intimidate him with the gun, but he took it into his mouth and urged me to pull the trigger.”
Song Rui immediately took a few steps back, keeping a distance from Zhuang Zhen, and asked warily, “Did you disinfect your gun barrel?”
Zhuang Zhen: ……
Meng Zhong: ……
Fan Jialuo turned his head away and silently curled the corners of his lips.
The atmosphere in the observation room suddenly became strange, it wasn’t tense, nor was it relaxed, but everyone’s complexion improved significantly.
Just then, Xiao Li burst in, handed the tablet to Chief Yan, and said urgently, “Chief, look, we’ve lost control of online public opinion. The public is divided into two factions: one is clamoring for Ma You’s execution, and the other is clamoring for his life imprisonment. There are also people spreading fear and selling amulets, talismans, and other superstitious items. Supermarkets are still being emptied by panicked citizens. These are photos from major supermarkets, their inventory is completely depleted, and there’s nowhere to restock. There have been over twenty stampedes alone, and the number of injured is skyrocketing. Vegetables and meat are becoming increasingly expensive, and they’re impossible to buy. If this continues, everyone’s lives will be severely affected.”
Chief Yan took the tablet computer and looked at the news reports from various media outlets with a splitting headache.
Song Rui, however, couldn’t help but rain on his parade, “This is just the beginning. If Ma You isn’t executed, the victims’ families will definitely cause trouble, and public anger and resentment will be hard to quell. If he is executed, all citizens will live in fear and panic, and similar panic buying will continue. Large numbers of people will flee Beijing, and the city’s economic and social structures will be severely disrupted. An even more severe situation is yet to come.”
Chief Yan was flipping through these troubling reports while touching his forehead, when he unexpectedly pulled out a clump of hair. He immediately cursed angrily, “Damn it! If it weren’t for the Tianshui Sect ruining our arrest plan, none of this would have happened!”
“It’s too late to say anything now. Let’s get a news team to interview Ma You.” Song Rui pointed to the person who was tied up across from them.
“Are you sure he won’t say anything inappropriate in front of the camera?” Chief Yan asked hesitantly.
“Him talking nonsense is precisely what I want.” Song Rui said calmly.
Chief Yan was dumbfounded, and Zhuang Zhen and Meng Zhong were also somewhat confused about his tactics.
Fan Jialuo gave Dr. Song a deep look and replied, “The old bait-and-switch? Or more like tearing it down to build it back up?”
Song Rui nodded and said, “Yes, let him be arrogant in front of the camera for a while, making the audience uneasy, then suppress his arrogance and let the audience see for themselves how he becomes a complete mess. Only in this way can everyone’s fear of him be completely eliminated. The pleasure derived from destroying a weak person is nothing compared to destroying a powerful person. The more afraid the audience is of him, the more relaxed and relieved they will feel after seeing him defeated. This is the most effective way to provide psychological guidance.”
After Dr. Song’s explanation, Chief Yan and the others finally understood. That’s right, first exaggerating Ma You’s terrifying image to the extreme, and then completely crushing him at the end, would create an absolutely spectacular impact.
But the question is, can Ma You really be completely defeated? He’s not even afraid of death, so what else could he be afraid of? If this final step fails, Dr. Song’s filming plan will only backfire.
Chief Yan looked at Teacher Fan hesitantly.
Fan Jialuo waved his hand at him, “Go find the news media, I will let Ma You experience firsthand what hell is like.”
Upon hearing Teacher Fan’s words, Chief Yan acted impulsively and immediately rushed out to make arrangements——
Distracted, Zhou He wandered outside for a long time with his equally distracted wife and daughter before returning home. As soon as he opened the door, he saw his father sitting in front of the television, his body stiff, but tears streaming down his face.
“I just called the police station. They still can’t retrieve your mother’s body. They say they’re stitching her up and it’ll take a few more days. She was cut into twenty or thirty pieces, she died so horribly, but the person who killed her won’t even offer an apology.” Suddenly, Father Zhou slammed the remote control he was holding onto the ground, then stood up and smashed everything in sight——tables, chairs, cabinets, kettles……
In the blink of an eye, the house was reduced to ruins.
The greatest pain in the world is not one’s own death, but the passing of one’s dearest loved one. The dead feel nothing. It’s the living who have to endure the endless torture. That heart-wrenching grief of parting, that struggle to let go, only to find oneself involuntarily clenching one’s fists, unable to release the pain no matter how hard one tries, is something that those who have not lived through it can never truly comprehend.
Father Zhou was already somewhat depressed, but the words Ma You said to the media with a smile after his arrest dealt him an even greater blow.
He smashed up what was once a happy and beautiful home, but he himself was on the verge of collapse. He fell to the ground, crying, and asked, “Why are there such people in the world? Is he even human? Why can’t I kill him? Why?”
Zhou He couldn’t answer these questions. Hell is empty, all the devils are here. He couldn’t bear to tell his father that people like Ma You not only exist in the world, but there are many of them. The only difference is that those people don’t have the power to do anything, so they can only be evil in their hearts, while Ma You has the ability to put his evil into action.
Thinking of this, Zhou He couldn’t help but shudder, because he suddenly realized that the world is so vast, who can guarantee that someone like Ma You is just an exception, the only one? What if there are many more people like him hiding in the shadows?
The thought crept into Zhou He’s mind like a ghost, freezing his ability to think. He wanted to help his father up, but his own legs went weak, and he slumped down.
Zhou He’s wife had taken their daughter into the room while her father-in-law was emotionally distraught. After finally getting her daughter to sleep, she ran out to check on him and couldn’t help but tear up. If her husband and father-in-law, who weren’t even survivors of the disaster, were so terrified, how strong could she, a mere survivor, possibly be?
She knelt down and hugged her husband tightly from behind, choking back tears as she said, “Husband, let’s leave this horrible place, I’m scared! Let’s take Huihui and go far away, and never come back, okay?”
“No, your ma hasn’t come home yet!” Father Zhou said resolutely, “I’m going to stay and wait for your ma! I’m going to the police station to put up banners and petition, I’m going to make the government execute Ma You! I’m not afraid even if he becomes a ghost, let him kill me if he dares, at worst I’ll go down to join my wife, and I’ll become a ghost too, let’s see who wins!”
Feeling his wife trembling more and more violently, Zhou He wiped his face and said, forcing back his grief, “Ba, you’re not afraid of death, but what about Huihui? She’s only five years old. Are we going to let her grow up in this terrifying atmosphere?”
The once-strong-willed Father Zhou instantly became dejected, his back visibly hunching over.
“Do you also agree with the court letting him go? If so, wouldn’t your ma have died in vain? Wouldn’t she have nowhere to seek justice? Ma You killed so many people, and in the end, the country still has to feed and care for him, letting him live a comfortable life without illness until old age?” The more Father Zhou spoke, the angrier he became, and he couldn’t help but cry out to the sky, “So many people died in vain? Did your wife suffer in vain? What kind of world is this! God, just kill me already, I don’t want to live anymore!”
He cried so hard he could barely breathe, his throat making cracking sounds as if a huge hole had been punched in his heart.
Zhou He watched in sheer terror, terrified that the old man might fail to catch his breath and follow his mother into the grave. As the family member of a victim, who could possibly bear such an outcome? Yet, even if one could not bear it, what else could be done? To avert an even greater catastrophe, everyone had to compromise!
Thinking of this, an uncontrollable resentment welled up in his heart. He wished that this dark world would be destroyed, so that everyone could die together and that the families of the victims would not have to be sacrificed for the benefit of the majority.
His wife seemed to share his thoughts, whispering in his ear, “Husband, I wish I had been killed like ma. Dying wouldn’t feel like anything, it would just be like closing my eyes and taking a nap. Unlike now, living in such agony! I can’t forget those horrible memories. I tremble at the sight of green, and I dare not close my eyes for a moment, because if I do, I feel like I’m back in that hellish place, unable to escape. I can’t be happy anymore, life is so hard! Husband, if we’re not going to leave, we might as well die together.”
It is clear that the disaster caused her extremely severe psychological trauma, to the point that she cannot recover from it.
Zhou He gripped his wife’s wrist tightly, wanting to say a few words of comfort, but he couldn’t open his mouth. The phrase kept echoing in his mind——Let’s just die together……
The three looked at each other, then stared at the gas stove, their eyes gleaming with resolute determination. They had clearly forgotten that in this room, there was a small life with the right to live, a right they had ruthlessly taken away from it.
Zhou He asked his wife to close the doors and windows, and his father to get tape to seal all the gaps. He then went into the kitchen, turned on the gas stove, and carried his sleeping daughter out.
The family of four sat silently on the sofa, awaiting their impending death. As a faint, unpleasant odor wafted from the kitchen, Ma You’s image suddenly appeared on the television screen.
He was tied to a chair, his mouth gagged so he couldn’t speak. A man with gold-rimmed glasses and an air of extraordinary refinement sat opposite him and slowly said, “I am Song Rui, a police consultant and an expert in criminal psychology. You can call me Dr. Song. I’m here to gather evidence for you. If you honestly confess to the crimes you’ve committed, I guarantee the court will sentence you to death as quickly as possible. If you refuse to confess, we can keep you locked up like this for life.”
Ma You stared at him intently, and even though he couldn’t say a word, his fierce eyes were enough to instill fear in everyone.
Song Rui pointed to the medical staff standing to the side and continued, “You’re probably not well-educated, so you probably don’t know that biting off your tongue won’t kill you immediately. Instead, you’ll bleed and suffocate slowly. This process will take about half an hour to an hour and is extremely painful. We have plenty of time to save you. If you survive, you’ll become mute and lose your freedom. You need to think this through.”
Ma You’s fierce eyes flickered slightly, as if he hesitated.
Song Rui decisively said, “Unlock his gag.”
Several medical staff followed the instructions.
As soon as his jaws were freed, Ma You eagerly said, “What do you want to ask? I’ll tell you everything!”
Song Rui opened his notebook and said calmly, “Let’s start with the first case you committed. If I’m not mistaken, you were still working as a security guard back then?”
Ma You tilted his head back, squinted his eyes, and unconsciously licked his lips, as if savoring the feeling. What would be a terrible memory that others could never forget was as sweet as honey to him.
He remained silent for a long time, and Song Rui, sitting opposite him, waited patiently, while the viewers in front of the television grew increasingly anxious and fearful.
What kind of show is this? Why release this devil to torment everyone? Wouldn’t it be better to just lock him up?
Zhou He and his wife clung tightly to each other, their bodies trembling uncontrollably. Father Zhou, his eyes bloodshot, stared at the television screen, wishing he could rush in and fight Ma You to the death. At this moment, perhaps only those who had disregarded their own lives could remain unafraid of him.
He licked his lips until they were red and shiny, as if he had drunk blood, before slowly saying, “Yes, back then I was working as a security guard. I forget which construction site it was, but that doesn’t matter. What matters is that woman satisfied me so much, hahaha. She knelt down and kowtowed to me, begging me to let her go, and even said she would give me money. I could scare her half to death with just a breath. You didn’t see what she looked like, hahaha, so pitiful, really so pitiful. Seeing her getting weaker and weaker, a very strange feeling welled up inside me.”
He looked up at the ceiling and described it in an extremely excited tone, “How can I describe the feeling? Let me think, let me really think. Oh right, it’s like taking drugs!”
He closed his eyes, took a deep breath, his nostrils flared, and hissed through his slightly parted mouth, looking exactly like someone taking drugs. He said with deep reminiscence, “Her screams, cries, and pleas for mercy excited me more and more, her disheveled, pitiful, and helpless state filled me with uncontrollable joy. I lured everyone away and hid alone in the monitoring room, watching her for a full day and night. Every time she weakened, my heart pounded violently, and in that moment, I finally found the meaning of life!”
Ma You suddenly opened his eyes, staring intently at Song Rui, and howled excitedly, “I live to enjoy the suffering of others. Every nerve in my body trembles because of their pain. Seeing them struggle in despair makes me ecstatic! I’ve never felt so satisfied. It makes me happier than killing hundreds of cats and dogs! Because cats and dogs can only meow and bark, and I can’t understand what they’re saying at all, but those people scream for help, one scream after another, for hours on end, until they cough up blood. That sound is the most beautiful sound in the world. I often fall asleep to that sound, it’s such a wonderful feeling!”
As Ma You spoke, he closed his eyes again, and his originally twisted and ferocious face showed a peaceful expression. However, this peace, coupled with his cruel and crazy words, made people feel even more terrified.
What was he thinking at that moment? He was probably thinking of the victims’ pleas, cries, and screams. He used those sounds of extreme suffering as a lullaby. What was his heart made of? Stone? Steel? Ice?
No, no, no, none of that. He has no heart at all!
Zhou He and his wife, sitting in front of the television, were completely frozen by the terrifying chill. Even Father Zhou, who had been shouting that he would fight Ma You to the death, was now deathly pale and kept his mouth tightly shut. He suddenly realized that Ma You was not someone an ordinary person could kill, and even if he died, he would become something even more terrifying!
When a person is wicked to the extreme, no one will be unafraid of him, and no one will dare to confront him.
Those watching the interview on television froze, overwhelmed by a boundless panic that robbed them of their ability to think and threatened to break their already fragile nerves. At that moment, they began to profoundly doubt the saying “good will always prevail over evil.” Living in such an absurd, terrifying, and bizarre world, what hope was there for ordinary people?
As public panic escalated, Song Rui added fuel to the fire, “So, you won’t apologize to the victims? You don’t think killing them was wrong?”
Ma You rolled his blood-red eyes and sneered, “I’m just enjoying my life. What’s there to apologize for? It’s their honor to die by my hand.”
These words ignited Father Zhou emotions, causing him to suppress his inner fear. He abruptly stood up, intending to smash the television, but due to lack of oxygen, he swayed and fell back onto the sofa. Many others were similarly traumatized, yet none of them could actually do anything to Ma You. If the other party wasn’t afraid of death, who else would he be afraid of?
However, the moment this desperate thought surfaced, tugging at the hearts of the audience, Ma You on the screen displayed an expression of extreme terror. His eyes widened, his pupils contracted violently for a moment, his eyeballs bulged, as if he had seen a ghost in broad daylight, and his laughing mouth suddenly shut, letting out a deafening cough.
Song Rui followed his horrified gaze to the doorway and chuckled, “It seems there are still things in this world that can frighten you.”
Under their gazes, Fan Jialuo walked over unhurriedly, sat down slowly in the empty chair, and said calmly, “Untie his ropes and handcuffs.”
The police officers standing by immediately untied Ma You, who was bound hand and foot. However, Ma You, now free, remained frozen in place, looking like a frog being stalked by a venomous snake, too weak to resist.
Song Rui adjusted the position of the desk lamp, letting the stark white light shine directly on Ma You’s face, capturing his fearful, wary, and helpless expression perfectly on camera.
Seeing this scene through the camera lens, the audience, whose fear had reached its limit, seemed to be clinging tightly to a piece of driftwood at the moment of drowning, and couldn’t help but gasp for breath.
Great! Teacher Fan is here!
This thought had saved countless people tormented by fear, and it even allowed Father Zhou, whose heart condition was on the verge of a relapse, to sit up straight, his gaze burning as he stared at the television. He was absolutely certain that Teacher Fan would find a way to deal with this deranged Ma You!
Fan Jialuo asked calmly, “Do you know how many levels there are in hell?”
Ma You subconsciously answered, “18 level.” Coming to his senses, he immediately gritted his teeth and sneered, “You think you can scare me with those theories about hell? Hahaha, I’m not afraid! Someone like me whom even the King of Hell himself wouldn’t dare cross——am I really going to let myself be bluffed by a few empty words from you? In life, I am a god among men, in death, I am a god among ghosts. I am omnipotent! When the time comes, I will tear you limb from limb!”
Fan Jialuo shook his head, keeping the conversation on track, “For others, hell may only have eighteen levels, but for you, hell has two hundred and fifty-six levels.”
Ma You scoffed, “Two hundred and fifty-six levels? How did you figure that out?”
Fan Jialuo stretched out his hands and said calmly, “Put your hands up here, and I’ll show you the hell you’ve created.”
Ma You naturally dared not place his hand in his, but his body wouldn’t obey him. Stared at by those captivating, dark eyes, his mind was completely unable to think.
Viewers sitting in front of their televisions watched this scene with bated breath, having no idea what would happen next, yet inexplicably feeling that Teacher Fan was both sacred and cold.
Those who knew even a little about Fan Jialuo suddenly realized that once Teacher Fan Jialuo adopted this stance, he was serious. He was preparing to perform a psychic reading for Ma You, but what would the reading be about? What exactly did the 256 levels of hell mean?
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Chapter 237. Giving Him A Taste Of His Own Cruel Medicine
The police officers and soldiers escorting Ma You initially intended to draw their service pistols to intimidate him, but upon hearing his declaration of becoming a vengeful ghost and taking revenge on the world, they were all filled with fear and stopped their actions.
The crowd, who had been cheering for Ma You’s capture, now stared at the billboard with pale faces, their expressions of terror as if they had truly seen a ghost.
Zhou He’s wife hugged their daughter tightly, her voice trembling, “Husband, I’m scared! He…… he might really become a ghost!”
Yes, if even someone like Ma You, with power that science can’t explain, can exist, then ghosts must exist too, right? Teacher Fan is an officially recognized psychic, and isn’t what psychics sense precisely these other-dimensional things? He only said there are no gods in the world, but he didn’t say there are no ghosts!
In other words, if Ma You is indeed sentenced to death, who can guarantee that his ghost would be harmless? He was already so deranged while he was alive, what would he be like after death?
The unknown had become the most terrifying nightmare, gripping the hearts of every citizen. They had wanted to witness this man’s most wretched state upon capture, to hear him weep and plead for his crimes. Only then could their fear and anger be completely quelled.
But now, Ma You’s behavior is completely contrary to everyone’s expectations. He has even put forward an even more terrifying theory, spreading the shadow of terror to deeper and farther corners. Once this sense of terror takes root in the subconscious of the masses, it will be almost impossible to eradicate it.
Suspicion breeds ghosts, even if Ma You didn’t ultimately become a vengeful spirit, he had already taken up residence in everyone’s hearts. Living in such an atmosphere every day, who could study properly, work properly, or live properly?
It’s no exaggeration to say that from today onwards, social order in the capital will teeter on the brink of chaos. At the slightest sign of trouble, people will frantically hoard supplies or flee in droves. They will blame all the disasters on the revenge unleashed by Ma You’s ghost.
If this continues, the city will lose its momentum for development, and this influence will gradually spread to other cities, because everyone knows that ghosts can travel freely through space. Perhaps Ma You is in Beijing today and will be in Tianjin tomorrow……
Although he hadn’t read many books, he inadvertently planted the most vicious and terrifying curse in everyone’s heart!
His words were like a nuclear bomb dropped into the deep sea, triggering not only an explosion, but also lurking tides and tsunamis in the deeper depths.
He was probably the first person in history to destroy a city single-handedly.
Viewers glued to their televisions were terrified, flooding the screen with comments demanding that Ma You be allowed to live. The families of those he had killed were filled with grief and helplessness. If they could, they desperately wanted to tear him to pieces with their own hands, yet they feared the even more horrific consequences that might ensue.
When a tragedy occurs, what is most despairing, besides the fact that the perpetrators cannot be brought to justice, is their lack of remorse. They will not stand up and say a word of apology, so the souls of the victims will never find peace, and their families will never be at peace, their hearts gnawed by anger day and night.
Clearly, Ma You now embodies two of these points, he has incited public anger, panic, and hatred, and the court, considering his outrageous declaration, may very well give him a break. Although he has been arrested, he remains like a thorn deeply embedded in everyone’s heart, removing it will hurt, but leaving it in will hurt even more.
Chief Yan never expected Ma You to be so utterly depraved. They say you won’t shed a tear until you see the coffin, but he showed no remorse even then! This interview has already been broadcast live, causing an extremely negative social impact, and how to mitigate that impact has become a difficult problem. Ma You isn’t even afraid of death, what can they expect to deter him with?
Chief Yan, pressing his throbbing head, gestured for Ma You to be escorted away from New Era Square. Reporters who had initially been eager to interview Ma You now stood rooted to the spot, afraid to pursue him, fearing they would hear even more horrifying statements from him.
What seemed like a favorable situation for the police and the government was ruined by Ma You’s few words. What’s even more unsettling is that his threats weren’t just empty rhetoric or bluster, he genuinely believed he would become a vengeful ghost.
He’s already so powerful while he’s alive, who knows what will happen to him as a ghost? Who dares to gamble? Nobody dares to! So what should they do with him now?
Chief Yan was stunned by Ma You’s flurry of punches and was at a loss when the leaders who had been paying close attention to the case started calling him one after another and gave him two instructions. First, Ma You must be severely punished, otherwise it would not be enough to appease public anger, second, the negative impact of this matter must be minimized, otherwise it would cause social unrest.
Chief Yan readily agreed, but after hanging up the phone, he found himself in a dilemma. He could tell that the leadership still intended to execute Ma You, this was actually what headquarters planned to do all along. Once Ma You was apprehended, the court would immediately put him on trial and he would be promptly taken to the execution ground, a process intended to be broadcast live across all channels.
Only when the public witnesses Ma You being brought to justice can this most horrific and bizarre tragedy in the history of the People’s Republic of China come to a perfect end.
But now, the military and police’s entire plan has been ruined by Ma You’s casual words, to the point that Chief Yan strongly suspects that he, like Teacher Fan and Dr. Song, has the ability to see through people’s hearts, which is why he came up with such a method to protect himself.
But Chief Yan clearly understood Ma You’s thought process from his crazed eyes. He wasn’t talking nonsense, he genuinely wanted to become a vengeful ghost. And now that he had publicly proclaimed this delusion, it was impossible for Chief Yan to mitigate the negative impact on society. The entire capital would be plunged into continuous turmoil because of him. Alive, he was a threat, dead, he would be a nightmare!
Chief Yan wanted to punch Ma You’s face, which looked like a demon, but he also knew that doing so would only highlight the military’s embarrassment and helplessness.
“What should we do now?” He asked Meng Zhong.
Meng Zhong stared intently at Ma You, gritting his teeth as he asked, “Can I kill him?”
Chief Yan waved his hand and sighed dejectedly. Clearly, the police were helpless as well.
Zhuang Zhen pointed to Fan Jialuo and Song Rui, who were standing on the periphery of the crowd, and said confidently, “If you encounter any problems, you can’t go wrong by asking these two. One of them has brains, and the other has methods.”
Chief Yan slapped his thigh, and his worried expression vanished instantly.
Seeing the group of people rushing towards them, Song Rui had already provided a solution before they even had a chance to speak, “If we want to reduce and eventually completely eliminate the social impact caused by Ma You, we only have one way to go right now.”
“Which way?” Chief Yan hurriedly asked.
“We need to interview him again and make him give a full and sincere confession in front of the whole nation, in the most pathetic and helpless state. Only by completely breaking his image as a terrifying demon and making the public realize that he is just an ordinary and vulnerable person can the negative impact he has caused be completely erased. He calls himself a god, so we must pull him down from his pedestal.”
Chief Yan shook his head and said, “But this is exactly what we planned before, yet Ma You ruined it all. Killing a person is like killing a cat or a dog to him. It’s impossible for you to make him realize his mistakes and sincerely repent. If we can’t deter him, he’ll still talk nonsense in front of the camera.”
Suddenly Chief Yan’s eyes lit up, and he asked, “Dr. Song, do you know hypnosis?”
Song Rui shook his head and said, “Hypnosis won’t be very effective on someone whose thinking is completely disordered. The reason he can so ruthlessly kill others is because he lacks empathy and therefore cannot feel the sadness and pain of others. Only by teaching him empathy can he feel guilt, remorse, and self-reproach for his crimes, and only then will he sincerely apologize in front of the camera.”
Chief Yan urged, “Then you should start psychological treatment for Ma You as soon as possible.”
Song Rui smiled wryly and said, “I can’t cure him. Empathy requires long-term training and accumulated learning. It’s a skill that must be cultivated from childhood. Intervening after adulthood is too late, and the effect will be minimal.”
Chief Yan was stunned for a while before saying, “Then why did you say so much before……”
Song Rui pointed to Fan Jialuo standing next to him and chuckled, “I can’t intervene in Ma You’s psychology, but Teacher Fan can.”
Fan Jialuo had already understood Dr. Song’s meaning, and waved his hand, saying, “Let’s go, take me to see those who died unjustly.”
Without a word, Chief Yan led the two to the warehouse where the victims’ bodies were kept. Pushing open two heavy doors, the first thing they saw were rows of mortuary beds and bodies covered with white sheets. In a corner of the warehouse, several forensic doctors were squatting on the floor, rummaging through body parts, piecing them together to form complete human figures, and then sewing them back together. The horrific scene was almost unbearable to witness.
Chief Yan stood still after pushing open the door. Even on the battlefield amidst the roar of gunfire, he had never seen so many severed limbs. He turned his back, took a few deep breaths, and then led the two inside.
Fan Jialuo instructed, “Remove the white sheet from their bodies.”
Chief Yan hesitated slightly, but Song Rui walked over and lifted the white sheets one by one.
Noticing their unusual behavior, the busy forensic doctors quickly stood up and frowned as they looked over. One of the doctors tried to stop them, but another grabbed his sleeve and whispered, “That’s Teacher Fan. He must have a reason for coming to see the body.”
The forensic doctor, whose vision was becoming blurry from being so busy, finally managed to stop.
The forensic doctor who was trying to stop him said again, “Come on, let’s go take a look.”
They removed their rubber gloves and plastic raincoats, hurried over, and upon seeing what Teacher Fan was doing, their curiosity was instantly replaced by astonishment and disbelief. Teacher Fan simply placed his hand over the face of each deceased person, silently sensing for a few seconds, before moving on to the next.
Because their deaths were so gruesome, the faces of these victims were far from peaceful, some had wide-open eyes, others distorted features, and still others stiff muscles, all conveying a sense of eeriness and oppression. But at this moment, as Teacher Fan’s hand gently stroked their faces, their eyes, which had remained closed, slowly shut, their tense muscles relaxed, and they revealed a serene state.
The warehouse, which had been extremely empty and cold, was stirred by a few warm breezes after Teacher Fan walked around it. The forensic doctors, whose faces were brushed by the wind, stood there stunned. When Teacher Fan walked up to them, they heard him repeatedly chanting a sutra, which seemed to be a mantra for rebirth or a sutra for deliverance. The pronunciation was strange, but it cleared their minds and relaxed their spirits.
Finally, he stopped before the mountain of body parts, silently sensing them for a moment before rolling up his sleeves, putting on gloves, and placing them one by one on the long plastic sheet. He didn’t need to repeatedly examine the physiological characteristics and skeletal structure of the body parts like a forensic doctor, nor did he need to identify the gender, calculate the height, or measure the weight. He simply picked them up and put them down casually, piecing together a complete human body in a few quick movements.
His divine sense had already categorized the scattered and fragmented body parts, and he could tell which was which at a glance. With Dr. Song’s help, he completed the body parts that several forensic doctors had been working on for days and nights without success in just half an hour.
He took off his gloves and, as usual, lightly stroked the face of each corpse, plunging them into a peaceful and eternal slumber.
Witnessing this scene, the forensic doctors, who had always been devout believers in science and disdained dealing with ghosts and spirits, were moved to tears. The deceased’s family kept calling to ask when they could return their loved one. The doctors were anxious, but even more afraid of mixing up the bodies, causing the deceased and their family eternal regret. The immense pressure of this job was almost driving them to the brink of collapse. Facing so many faces filled with resentment and bitterness every day, they endured constant mental torment.
But now, just like these peaceful corpses, their hearts have also found redemption and liberation. They thought this experience would be the most terrible nightmare of their careers, but unexpectedly, in the moment of despair as they struggled in the nightmare, they suddenly encountered the dawn.
From now on, whenever they recall Teacher Fan’s calm and serene face and his warm hands, they can immediately break free from this terrifying dream and firmly believe that while there is darkness in this world, there is also light!
Several forensic doctors suppressed their sobs and bowed in unison, saying, “Teacher Fan, on behalf of the deceased’s family, thank you for your selfless help!”
Yes, Teacher Fan has always been selfless, otherwise, he wouldn’t have secretly come to this place to perform rituals for the deceased. He could have easily told the families that he could bring peace to their loved ones, then performed the miracles before their eyes, gaining even more worship and faith. But he didn’t. He came quietly and worked peacefully, as if everything was as it should be, as if it were only natural.
“Teacher Fan, I have previously slandered you online. Please forgive me!” The youngest forensic doctor stepped forward and shouted as he was about to leave.
Unsurprisingly, he received several eye rolls from his colleagues.
Fan Jialuo waved his hand, curled his lips into a smile, and left in silence. His steps were hurried, as if he had something else to do.
Several forensic doctors watched him walk away, then looked back at the huge warehouse full of corpses, and could no longer feel any gloom or oppression.
Chief Yan only then asked in a low voice, “Teacher Fan, what were you doing just now?”
Fan Jialuo explained in a low voice, “I took away the feelings these deceased individuals had at the moment of their deaths and brought them back to Ma You. Isn’t he lacking in empathy? Then I’ll teach him empathy.”
Song Rui seemed to remember something, and couldn’t help but lower his eyes and smile.
Chief Yan didn’t understand what he was saying, but he knew for sure——Teacher Fan really could handle Ma You! How would their confrontation unfold? He was filled with anticipation……
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Chapter 236. Fan Jialuo, What Exactly Are You?
Fan Jialuo stayed in this space in a meditative posture for five days. The magnetic field he released changed from being extremely aggressive on the first day, to slightly weakening on the second day, then to only defending and not attacking on the third day, until it became convergent on the fourth day and completely disappeared on the fifth day.
He portrayed the entire process of a strong person slowly weakening under the torment of hunger and thirst, and Ma You actually believed it. For even though he had “become a god,” he would feel hungry if he didn’t eat a meal and thirsty if he didn’t drink for half a day. So he naturally assumed that no one in the world could survive without eating or drinking.
His background determined his knowledge and perspective, which cannot be changed by the strength of his abilities.
He extended a finger to poke Fan Jialuo’s drooping head, trying to make his corpse slowly collapse. Then he would step on his back, open a portal to make a grand entrance outside, then collect the corpse, grind it to pieces, and splatter blood and chunks of flesh across the entire New Era Square. He would also place this person’s head on the sculpture of the woman holding a book, and then write a line in his blood: 【Reading is utterly useless! 】
So, in his eyes, Fan Jialuo is nothing but a fart, hahaha! Ma You was amused by his own imagination, his mouth widening to reveal a row of gleaming white teeth, his appearance resembling a demon. Just as he was about to touch the man’s hair, a cold hand suddenly grabbed his fingertips and forcefully twisted them upwards……
The cracking sound of breaking bones, mixed with a scream, reverberated through the space, causing the eerie green lamps overhead to sway. In the rapidly flickering light, Fan Jialuo raised his lowered head, revealing a pair of deep, dark eyes that shone like cold stars.
He did not die at all. On the contrary, his power, consciousness, and magnetic field were just as strong as when he first entered the space.
Realizing he had been tricked, Ma You screamed in terror, “You tricked me!”
Fan Jialuo didn’t bother to say a word to him. He grabbed his broken index finger and pulled it forward, then grabbed his neck and slammed his head against the metal wall.
Ma You was so shocked by the impact that he saw stars and collapsed to the ground. He flailed his arms and legs wildly, trying to get up, but his back was pinned down by Fan Jialuo’s knee.
“Do you think a god would be in such a sorry state?” Fan Jialuo whispered in Ma You’s ear, his breath icy cold, devoid of any human body temperature.
The chilling air made Ma You’s hair stand on end. He struggled to get up, tilting his head back as if to hurl insults, but an even colder hand covered his forehead.
“You are not worthy of being human.” Fan Jialuo made his judgment in a cold tone, releasing a magnetic field from his palm and probing into Ma You’s body to extract the thing that had caused his mutation.
Unsurprisingly, this was also a jade pendant, about the size of a peanut, lifelike, with a faint shimmering light. Only after the light faded did it reveal its dark gray color. There was also a trace of blood mixed in with the jade, which was caused by too much killing.
Fan Jialuo clenched his fingers and absorbed the jade pendant into his body, while Ma You stared at him with bloodshot eyes. Although he didn’t understand what had just happened, he knew he had lost something extremely important. He tried to control the space, but found that it had completely severed its connection with him. The feeling of emptiness and powerlessness made his body and soul tremble.
“You……you, what did you take from my body?” His teeth chattered involuntarily, making a clicking sound, as he was terrified.
“I took your power.” Fan Jialuo stood up, mercilessly crushing Ma You with his magnetic field, and slowly said, “But that power never belonged to you in the first place.”
Ma You tried to struggle and resist, but his body felt as if it were pressed under a mountain, completely unable to move. Having stayed in the space for five days without food or water, Fan Jialuo’s power had not weakened, on the contrary, it had become even more formidable. Furthermore, he possessed the ability to strip others of their power. What exactly was he? Was he truly human?
Ma You stared at Fan Jialuo in terror, then frantically tried to create a space in his mind, but failed. The power that once made him feel like an omnipotent creator had truly vanished. His fantasies could only remain fantasies, never to become reality again. He had become a complete mortal.
Seemingly sensing his thoughts, Fan Jialuo coldly said, “You are just a mortal.”
“No, you’re talking nonsense! I am the chosen one, I have awakened the ability to manipulate time and space, this is a forbidden technique, do you understand? Forbidden techniques can only be used by Gods! I don’t believe you can take away my power, I’m just too tired, I’ll be fine after a while, you just wait, I will definitely tear you to pieces!” Ma You twisted on the ground like a turtle, shouting some neurotic words.
Fan Jialuo reached out and touched the open door, saying with a half-smile, “Is this the forbidden technique you’re talking about?” With each word he uttered, a corner of the space on the other side of the door, which belonged exclusively to Ma You, collapsed.
Unlike the spaces that confine others, the space Ma You created for himself was bright and warm, filled with expensive furniture and decorations he had stolen from elsewhere, making it look like a luxury apartment.
At this very moment, the apartment is disintegrating into points of light, inch by inch. The expensive furniture and decorations, including the evidence he collected from the victims, such as their fingernails and teeth, all float lightly onto New Era Square.
Ma You stared wide-eyed, utterly terrified and incredulous at the scene before him. This person…… this person had actually stolen his power and made it his own! How could he do that? Was he truly a God?
An indescribable sense of fear caused Ma You to completely collapse, while Fan Jialuo gripped the back of his neck, utterly disintegrating the eerie green space——
The crowd standing around the square, as well as the staff surrounding the soft chair, all thought that Fan Jialuo had died.
They didn’t say a word, but their heads were bowed, in a gesture of silent mourning. Just then, a dazzling white light flashed above the chair, followed by a luxurious leather sofa that appeared out of thin air and slowly landed, then a two-meter-wide bed, a wardrobe, a coffee table, a massage chair……
The sight of the strange object falling from the sky stunned everyone. Before they could react, two figures suddenly appeared directly in front of the chair. It was none other than Teacher Fan, who had been missing for many days, and the murderous Ma You.
The cameras standing around the soft chair never stopped working, so the moment the two appeared, the scene was broadcast live to the television channel that Chief Yan had kept on, and also to a huge billboard towering over the edge of the square.
The once arrogant and domineering Ma You was now like a newly hatched chick, easily held in Teacher Fan’s palm. He looked up and saw the heavily armed soldiers and police around him, the dark mass of people standing around the square, and his own disheveled and ugly appearance on the billboard.
He first stared in disbelief, his eyes widening in astonishment, then his face contorted in agony as he began to struggle frantically. Though he had lost his power, his pride as a “God” remained undiminished.
In stark contrast to his reaction, the crowd who witnessed the scene burst into cheers of surprise and threw flowers into the air, transforming the once desolate square into a sea of joy.
Fan Jialuo handed Ma You over to the soldiers and police who quickly surrounded him, then looked at a camera directly in front of him and said, word by word, “There are no gods in this world. I only said that to cooperate with the police. If you encounter danger or difficulties in your life, please go to the police or relevant departments. Do not seek help from ghosts and gods, as that will not solve any problems. Ma You has lost his power and can no longer kill. He will receive the punishment he deserves, so please rest assured.”
Upon hearing these words, the crowd chanted his name even more enthusiastically, expressing their gratitude and regarding him as a hero.
Enveloped in this intense wave of emotion, Fan Jialuo’s face showed a rare hint of embarrassment. However, he didn’t linger in this atmosphere for long, because the person he cared about most was waiting ahead. He used his magnetic field to shoo away the swarming reporters and strode towards Song Rui and Xu Yiyang, who were standing hand in hand not far away.
Xu Yiyang flew into his arms like a bird, his moist eyes filled with joy, but also with a hint of fear.
The five days and nights of waiting almost wore his heart out.
Song Rui took off his thick coat and draped it over Fan Jialuo’s shoulders, then silently embraced him. He didn’t utter a word, but his heart was overflowing with joy, longing, and reluctance to part. He knew that for this man, expressing his feelings through emotions was more powerful than words.
Surrounded by such intense emotions, even without body temperature or heartbeat, Fan Jialuo felt as if he had found the feeling of being alive.
“I’m back.” He gently patted Dr. Song’s back, those simple words conveying a thousand unspoken feelings.
The reporter tried to get close to the three people embracing, but was kept at bay by some force. Helpless, he had no choice but to rush towards Ma You, who was surrounded.
To completely dispel the public’s previous panic, the government intentionally encouraged more media coverage of Ma You’s arrest, and therefore did not prevent reporters from interviewing him. One reporter pushed to the front, held the microphone to Ma You’s mouth, and shouted, “Why did you kill people?”
Ma You was pinned to the spot with his hands tied behind his back by two soldiers. His hair was disheveled, and his face was haggard, but his eyes were unusually bright, “Why?” He stared intently at the reporter, grinning, “Because it’s fun!”
The reporter was clearly taken aback by his response. He was expected to tell a tragic story about his childhood, recount his upbringing and moral decline, then offer a tearful confession, begging for forgiveness. Instead, he said so directly and without remorse——I did it for fun.
The negative impact of his answer was unimaginable, to the point that the reporter displayed an extremely obvious expression of horror in front of the camera. He came from a legal channel and had interviewed countless heinous criminals, but he had never seen anyone like Ma You. His evil was not due to being forced by circumstances, nor was it because he was uneducated and ignorant of right and wrong, rather, he was born evil, evil to the core, evil with a sense of righteousness and without any restraint.
The reporter’s hand holding the microphone began to tremble. The many questions he had prepared were now rendered blank by fear and chilling dread. He suddenly realized that the person in front of him might no longer be considered a human being, but rather a complete and utter demon.
He didn’t ask any questions, but a female reporter next to him indignantly questioned, “What right do you have to take someone’s life just because it’s fun? Are you an animal?”
Ma You, who had been standing still, suddenly rammed into her. Although he was quickly subdued by two soldiers, he still frightened her so much that she screamed and retreated in panic.
Seeing the female reporter’s pale face, he laughed triumphantly, then gritted his teeth and said, “You are the animals, I am a God! I am the ruler of this world! Whoever I want to die, will die!”
The female reporter was terrified by his bloodthirsty threat. Extreme anger and extreme fear battled in her mind, forcing her to shed two tears. This scene was broadcast live, putting considerable psychological pressure on the viewers.
The once bustling New Era Square was now deathly silent. Everyone was looking up, their eyes filled with hatred and fear as they stared at the distorted, smiling face on the billboard. Viewers glued to their computers or televisions were frozen in place, a chilling fear seemingly creeping into their very bones and the depths of their hearts.
The entire venue fell silent, leaving only Ma You’s manic laughter echoing in the air.
It took a while before one of the reporters reacted and shouted back, “Teacher Fan Jialuo just said that there are no gods in the world, and that you have no power and can’t kill anyone! You are not a god, you are just a captured criminal!”
Upon hearing the name “Fan Jialuo,” Ma You, who had been smug just a moment ago, froze on the spot like a statue, as if struck in a fatal spot. His ruddy complexion turned deathly pale at a visible speed, and his feet instinctively retreated, leaning against the two soldiers as if seeking protection. His slightly dilated pupils were filled with hatred, but also concealed an indescribable fear.
Such an obvious emotional reaction greatly encouraged the reporter. He knew he was right, so he pressed his advantage, “Ma You, you really have no power left, right? You can no longer create that kind of space to kill, right? You are now just an ordinary person, and you will receive the most severe punishment from the law! We will execute you!”
However, to his surprise, as soon as those words were uttered, Ma You, who had just been listless, slowly broke into a crazy smile.
“I’ll be executed?” He stared intently at the reporter, his eyes instantly bloodshot, not from fear, but from an intense longing.
The reporter was taken aback by his unusual reaction and hesitated for a while before nodding firmly, “Of course! You’ve killed countless people, the law will definitely punish you severely.”
“When will you sentence me to death?” Ma You asked, taking the initiative.
“I heard the court will put you on trial immediately, you don’t have many good days left!” The reporter said, regaining his composure and speaking in a harsh tone.
“Hahaha, hahaha…” Ma You’s eyes widened, flashing with a strange light, and he murmured nervously, “Do you think that since there are people like me in this world, there must also be ghosts? If I die, will I become a ghost? Ghosts are more powerful than humans, right?”
The despair of losing his power drove him to utter madness. His yearning to become powerful again reached such a point that it completely corrupted him from human to monster. He was willing to try anything, including death, to regain his divine status.
The reporter was stumped by his question, and the thought of such a possibility sent chills down his spine.
Ma You stared intently at the camera, muttering, “Yes, I don’t have any power right now, but what if I became a ghost? Would I be the most powerful ghost in the world? Could I still kill people like I do now? Of course I could, because ghosts can see people, but people can’t see ghosts! Then I could go on a killing spree and do whatever I wanted, hahaha……”
Recalling those horror movies about ghosts and the omnipotent killing methods of vengeful spirits, Ma You became increasingly excited as he spoke. Then, he frantically rammed his head against a soldier’s gun barrel, shouting with extreme urgency, “Come on, come on! Kill me now! If I die, I can become a ghost and take revenge on the whole world! Hahaha!”
The crowd, who had been cheering and celebrating enthusiastically just moments before, now stared blankly at the scene, gripped by a deeper fear……
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Chapter 235. Ma You, Who Sought His Own Doom
TN:- Sorry for not updating this long. I am on a vacation trip, and didn’t expect I have to face network problem in Hills. Documents was not loading and sync. And could not inform you all as well.
Posting 6 Chapters today😇
Zhou He returned to the ward looking disheveled, with a bruise on his lip, a large bump on his forehead, and a cracked phone screen, yet his face beamed with an irrepressible joy. His daughter, Zhou Hui, waved her little hand and asked, “Baba, I want Mama! When is mama coming back?”
Since her high fever subsided and she regained consciousness, she has been constantly repeating this phrase——while getting injections, while eating porridge, and even while watching TV under the covers. Due to the intense trauma she experienced, she has long forgotten the scene of her grandmother being shredded and falling into the fountain.
Every time she asked, Zhou He’s eyes would redden, and then he would force himself to lie, “Mama is working overtime at the company, she’ll be back soon.” Then he would turn his head away and secretly wipe his tears with his back to his child.
This time, Zhou He’s eyes were still red, but not from unspeakable grief, but from overwhelming joy. He cupped his daughter’s slightly flushed face and said excitedly, “Mama’s on her way, she’ll be there soon. After you get your shot, Baba will take you to find Mama.”
Perhaps Zhou Hui still remembered something in her subconscious, for upon hearing this, she let out a scream of extreme joy, “Baba, are you serious? You’re not lying to me, are you?”
“It’s true, it’s true, this time it’s absolutely true.” Zhou He hugged his daughter tightly, his back to her, tears streaming down his face. His mother’s death was a foregone conclusion, but his wife’s return brought endless hope to their family, which was on the verge of collapse.
The father and daughter hugged for a while before separating, then pointed to each other’s tear-streaked faces and said childishly, “Laughing with one eye and crying with the other, hahaha!”
Zhou He tore off a few sheets of paper napkin and wiped his and his daughter’s faces clean, then collapsed onto the hospital bed, completely relaxed. His phone was still vibrating, mostly with messages of condolence from relatives and friends. The guy who had caused him to be beaten by the crowd was also sending messages, one after another, all cursing and slandering Fan Jialuo.
Zhou He glanced at it a few times, then his eyes turned red with anger. He pressed the record button and cursed mercilessly, “Gangzi, I originally thought that since we’ve been best friends for decades, if I ignored you, you’d shut up, and we wouldn’t have to fall out. But I really didn’t expect you to go so far! You saw the news, didn’t you notice that your Saozi(sister-in-law) was among the rescued hostages? Who were you cursing? That’s your Saozi savior! If I ever hear you insult Teacher Fan again, I’ll beat you up every time I see you! You bastard, if you’re so capable, why don’t you go challenge that Ma You? Fine, I’m not going to waste my breath on you anymore. To put it bluntly, it’s easy for you to talk when no one in your family died this time. If someone in your family had died, let’s see if you’d still dare to slander Teacher Fan like that! You’ll get your comeuppance sooner or later for your inhumane words!”
Zhou He sent the voice message and promptly deleted his “best buddy.” Only today did he realize that associating with someone with such warped values was a form of self-destruction. Someone who always sees others as worthless is likely filled with worthless things themselves.
After blocking all of this guy’s contact information, Zhou He hurriedly logged into his own social media account and deleted the content that had previously criticized Teacher Fan. Even though he reacted quickly, he was still attacked by many netizens after logging in. These days, antis are the most unpopular bunch around, everyone loves to tear into them whenever they get the chance.
After deleting these shameful stains, Zhou He earnestly wrote:【Teacher Fan, I’m sorry. Also, thank you for saving my wife and our whole family.】 He pinned this Weibo post and finally breathed a sigh of relief, feeling for a moment that his soul had been redeemed.
After anxiously waiting for most of the day, the hospital finally notified him that he could visit the rescued family members. He quickly took his daughter and took the elevator to the rehabilitation center on the fifteenth floor. Before he even entered the ward, he heard his father’s hearty laughter.
This morning, Father Zhou was contemplating jumping off a building in despair, but now he’s all smiles, constantly urging his wife to drink more chicken soup. Humans are creatures with incredibly strong willpower, as long as they are given a sliver of hope in the face of utter despair, even just a tiny spark, they can quickly pull themselves together.
When his daughter-in-law was rescued, Father Zhou stood on the balcony watching. He was almost overjoyed, and the pain of losing his wife dissipated in his ecstasy. When the hostages were rescued, the hearts of these survivors were also freed.
Zhou He, carrying his daughter, ran a few steps and rushed into the ward. Seeing his wife, whose face was slightly pale but eyes were very bright, he burst into tears before he could even say a word. Zhou Hui, like a little bird, threw herself into her mother’s arms and cried loudly with emotion.
Zhou He walked over, hugged his wife, and then pulled his father, who was standing to the side, closer, saying with a sob, “No matter what we’ve been through, we must forget the pain and live bravely. Our family must never fall apart!”
Except for a bewildered Zhou Hui, everyone nodded emphatically with red eyes. Zhou Hui’s mother wiped away her tears and suddenly said, “Husband, whether this family will fall apart depends on your behavior. If you dare to speak ill of Teacher Fan again, I will divorce you.”
Deeply moved Zhou He: ……——
Throughout Beijing, joy and sorrow unfolded, and the city underwent a process of rebuilding after despair. Ma You’s massacre ceased, no more people disappeared without a trace, and there were no more torrential downpours of blood or countless pieces of corpses falling from the sky. The staff who had gathered at New Era Square gradually dispersed, leaving only a few liaisons and supervisors.
Song Rui stood motionless in the center of the square, silently staring at the empty chair. Xu Yiyang, whose hand he was holding, was also staring intently at the same spot. Their expressions were calm, but their dark eyes were filled with a layer of moisture, whether from the cold wind or from being steeped in sorrow, it was hard to tell.
“Let’s persuade them to come over and warm themselves by the fire. It’s only -2 degrees today, freezing cold to death,” Sun Zhengqi whispered into his girlfriend’s ear.
Hu Wenwen rolled her eyes at him and scolded him irritably, “Can you please not mention that word? It’s so unlucky!”
Sun Zhengqi thought it made sense and quickly raised his hands in surrender. The two ran out of the makeshift tent and tried to persuade Song Rui and Xu Yiyang, but only received silence from them.
Chang Sheng and Chang Zhen were in another tent, talking anxiously:
“ShiXiong, do you think it is possible for Fan Jialuo to come back?”
“Possible.”
“You have this much confidence in him?”
“How many years has he lived? How many years has Ma You lived? Are the two comparable?”
“That’s true. So tell me, why is Ma You so powerful? It’s said that he was just an ordinary person before, without any special abilities.”
“I don’t know either. There are still many doubts in this case, but unfortunately the police won’t let metaphysical society get involved.”
“How is Nianci? Why don’t you call Nian’en and ask about her?”
“I just asked him, Nianci’s internal organs are failing. The doctors don’t know what’s wrong with her.”
“We all just experienced stagnation or regression in our cultivation, so why did she suffer such a severe backlash? She didn’t even kill the person.”
“I don’t know either. If we want to save her, we can only wait for our Shizu to come out of seclusion.”
“Can Nianci wait?”
Chang Sheng remained silent for a long while before slowly shaking his head. Judging from the situation, he was afraid they couldn’t wait any longer. Just as he was feeling a pang of pain in his heart, Lin Nian’en called, saying that senior sister might not be able to hold on any longer. She suggested that they send her to Longyin Temple so that the Abbot could chant sutras for her and cleanse her karma, which might save her.
Chang Sheng’s eyes lit up, and he immediately agreed.
While those outside struggled for survival, Fan Jialuo within the spatial dimension ceased his fierce offensive, confining his magnetic field to his own body and standing silently. Having finally gained a moment to catch his breath, Ma You briefly sensed the other spaces, then let out a hoarse roar, “You’re toying with me! You let all my prey escape!”
His own space overlapped above Fan Jialuo’s space, isolated from the outside world. If he didn’t consciously sense it, he wouldn’t know what was happening outside, so he naturally assumed that Fan Jialuo had released the hostages.
While he was furious, his fear and hatred for this person also reached their peak. However, before he could do anything, after pausing for only a dozen seconds, Fan Jialuo suddenly released the magnetic field again, which slammed into the metal wall with a bang.
Ma You’s wild roar abruptly stopped, followed by a muffled groan, as if he had been punched hard in the abdomen, so painful that he couldn’t even speak.
“You bastard! I’ll kill you!” He gasped for a while before uttering the venomous oath, then strained with all his might to compress the space.
The metal wall, which had been sunken, slowly returned to its flat state, then shrank inch by inch, attempting to crush Fan Jialuo into a pulp.
Fan Jialuo’s magnetic field blocked the contraction of the walls and then slowly expanded them. The two were locked in a tug-of-war, one advancing while the other retreated, or like an arm wrestling match, each trying to outdo the other in strength to see whose bones would break first.
Without a doubt, Fan Jialuo was the most powerful enemy Ma You had ever encountered. Even if he wouldn’t admit it, he knew in his heart that this person was indeed stronger than himself, because the other’s expression remained calm and composed throughout, without breaking a sweat or even frowning once. He was too relaxed!
The fear of potential defeat gripped Ma You’s mind, further fueling his competitive spirit. His bloodshot eyes darted around, and he somehow mastered the technique of distorting space without any instruction.
As if sensing something, Fan Jialuo immediately withdrew his hands from the wall, compressing the vast magnetic field to its limit and concentrating it on his body surface.
As he instantly adjusted his strength, the metal wall simultaneously sprouted many sharp spikes, each over a meter long, enough to turn any person in the space into a hedgehog.
Seeing that his idea could actually become a reality, Ma You let out a wild laugh, but the next second he coughed in horror and astonishment. The sharp spikes snapped one by one upon touching Fan Jialuo, becoming as soft as if molded clay.
Fan Jialuo stood amidst the dense array of spikes, his expression calm and his posture relaxed. He tilted his head slightly, looked at the emergency intercom, and said with a half-smile, “Don’t tell me that’s all you’re capable of.”
As soon as he finished speaking, the spikes surrounding him were shattered by an invisible magnetic field, along with Ma You’s pride and arrogance as a “God.” Ma You gasped for breath, unable to utter a word, for the facts had proven that he was no match for this man.
Fan Jialuo shook his head and chuckled, then slowly sat down, crossed his knees, made a hand seal with his fingertips, and began to meditate.
Ma You panted heavily for a while, then chuckled smugly, “Hahaha, you’re only slightly stronger than me. Do you think you can break through my space? If you can’t, I can trap you to death! I’ll keep you from eating or drinking for days and nights, and see if you can still be so arrogant!”
Fan Jialuo, who doesn’t need to eat and drink, looked up abruptly, a panicked expression on his face. He then unleashed his magnetic field with all his might, colliding with the space as if he wanted to escape immediately. Ma You quickly used all his strength to compress the space, holding him even tighter. The two were locked in combat again, and the fierce clash had turned into a silent war of attrition.
Thinking he had grasped the enemy’s weakness, Ma You was panting heavily, yet he chuckled softly, his voice filled with madness and self-satisfaction.
Fan Jialuo slowly expanded the space, then contracted it slightly every now and then, feigning exhaustion. His head was bowed, so Ma You couldn’t see the slight upturn of his lips. In this game of cat and mouse, the first day passed, followed by the second, the third, the fourth……
Fan Jialuo gradually weakened his magnetic field, remaining seated and motionless. Meanwhile, Ma You, finding the battle increasingly easier, believed victory was assured and often laughed arrogantly above Fan Jialuo’s head.——
The flow of time within the space was the same as outside. On the first day, everyone stood in the square full of hope and waited. On the second day, some people began to panic. On the third day, Hu Wenwen and Sun Zhengqi, who were responsible for guarding the square, hugged each other and cried secretly several times. On the fourth day, some people felt despair. On the fifth day, Chief Yan came, Meng Zhong came, Song Wennuan came, Yuan Zhongzhou and others all came, and even Chang Sheng and Chang Zhen, who had a grudge against Fan Jialuo, came.
They stared intently at the soft chair, silently praying for a miracle, their wind-dried faces gradually tinged with deep sorrow. They knew that without food and water, no one could survive five days.
Crowds occasionally gathered on the streets away from the square, but were kept at bay by police tape and soldiers on duty. Drivers passing the square would slow down and glance out the window for a moment. Beijing’s social order seemed to have returned to normal, everyone was going to work or school as usual. However, everyone’s hearts were bound together by an invisible rope, tightly connected to this soft chair.
Prayers for Fan Jialuo appear daily on television, online, and even on banners in the streets. His safety has become everyone’s biggest concern.
Chief Yan kept a channel open to broadcast the story of the soft chair, never giving up even as hope dwindled. He draped a thick coat over Xu Yiyang’s shoulders, patted Song Rui’s shoulder, and advised, “Take the child back and get some sleep. Waiting any longer will ruin your health!”
“No need, he’ll be out soon.” Song Rui shook his head, his tone certain.
Yet everyone who came forward to persuade him received the same answer. He said it every day, but the person he was waiting for never appeared. He seemed rational, yet also seemed driven mad. Xu Yiyang held his hand tightly, his small body trembling slightly. Without a doubt, they were the people in the world most afraid of losing Fan Jialuo.
Chief Yan wanted to persuade him further, but when he caught a glimpse of Meng Zhong shaking his head, he swallowed back all the words he had to say.
Around 7 p.m., a large number of people spontaneously gathered around the square, standing outside the cordon and silently watching the scene.
Zhou He, holding his wife’s hand in one hand and his daughter’s hand in the other, slowly walked over. He first closed his eyes in prayer, and then placed the flowers in his hands on the steps.
The army sealed off the square, preventing them from entering, they could only stand on the edge and look around each day. Many others shared their good intentions and prayers, and in no time, the steps of the square were covered with all sorts of flowers.
Everyone seemed to have accepted Fan Jialuo’s heroic sacrifice, and Ma You in space thought so too. He stared at the young man who sat cross-legged with his head down, silent and motionless, and tentatively asked, “Are you dead?”
The youth was as serene as a stone sculpture.
Ma You panted heavily for a while, his wheezing sound like a venomous snake crawling and slithering in the narrow space, its tongue flicking out, cold and sticky, making one feel nauseous. The young man remained motionless, and no longer emitted any terrifying magnetic field, his vibrant life force seemed to have completely dissipated.
“Ha….haha……”
A hysterical laugh echoed through the space. A moment later, a door appeared on the metal wall. A scrawny young man with a sleazy appearance carefully stepped through the door, first circling around Fan Jialuo a few times, then kicking his knee with his toe, before extending an index finger and slowly poking at the crown of his head……
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Chapter 234. Teacher Fan Is Never A Fraud
Dr. Song said that the best approach after entering the space was to slowly probe Ma You’s limits. Provocation was acceptable, but it had to be done carefully, otherwise, angering the other party would lead to disastrous consequences. Fan Jialuo knew he was right, but he also had his own considerations in the actual implementation.
Having experienced countless battles in his life, he could accurately grasp the mindset of any enemy. He knew how to completely crush a person, both physically and mentally, rendering them utterly demoralized. Therefore, upon entering the space, instead of employing a gradual, probing approach, he immediately caught Ma You off guard.
His vast magnetic field filled the narrow space to the brim, violently impacting, sweeping, and tearing it apart…… He knew, of course, that he would face death once the space shattered, but did Ma You know this?
The answer is, of course, no. Ma You had no way of knowing, because he had only hunted ordinary people before, and had never encountered a psychic or cultivator. He wouldn’t know what kind of strength these people possessed, or whether they could survive after the space shattered. He knew nothing about the power of others, and even his own power was only superficially understood.
This is why Fan Jialuo needs to capture him as soon as possible, otherwise, once he gains a clearer understanding of his own strength, he will become unrestrained and reckless. This world will become his hunting ground.
At this moment, Fan Jialuo was launching a fierce attack on this space. The rusty metal walls were deformed by his vast and boundless magnetic field, creaking and groaning as if they were about to collapse at any moment. His merciless attack intimidated Ma You, making him subconsciously believe that this person wanted to escape.
Ma You had no time to think, he almost immediately channeled all his strength into the space. He struggled to restore the dented metal walls to their original shape, and then, in the struggle, he was horrified to discover that this Fan Jialuo was truly extraordinary. What he said in the video was true, he was not an ordinary person, and he possessed the power to fight against gods.
Every arrogant person believes they are unique in the world. This is especially true of someone like Ma You, who is both arrogant and possesses bizarre abilities. Why does he call himself a god? Because he believes he is powerful enough to rule the world. When he discovers he is no longer the only one, or even the strongest, his rapidly escalating jealousy will drive him to pour all his power and consciousness into this battle.
So he began to draw upon the power of other spaces to replenish this space, starting with just one or two, and later in batches. He couldn’t allow this person to escape successfully and then conduct another live broadcast, otherwise, he would lose face, and his authority as a god would be challenged like never before!
While Ma You was focused on fighting against Fan Jialuo, Zhou He’s daughter was already in the hospital receiving an IV drip. Her high fever had subsided slightly, and she had regained consciousness, sipping the porridge that the nurse had brought her.
Seeing that his daughter was showing signs of improvement, Zhou He’s anxious heart finally settled down. He covered his daughter with a blanket, told her not to touch the hand with the needle in it, then washed the bowl of porridge and took it back to the nurses’ station. Thanks to the nurses’ meticulous care and selfless help, otherwise, how would he, a grown man, have known that children need to eat something before getting injections?
He walked down the corridor, his eyes darting around, his ears perked up, his whole being tense and on guard. The hospital was noisier than usual today, with people constantly pushing stretchers and running around, their expressions unusually panicked.
Zhou He knew these people weren’t injured by Ma You, because Ma You would only capture people and bring them into his spatial dimension, either strangling them immediately or trapping them to death, never leaving a single survivor. These people’s visits to the hospital probably had other reasons, but they were more or less related to Ma You’s massacre.
Soon, Zhou He’s guess was confirmed. A middle-aged woman lay on a stretcher, crying and shouting, “Old Zhang, hold on! Our daughter has only been taken away, she’s not dead yet. The police said they will definitely rescue her. What will your daughter do if you leave first and come back to find you gone?”
The man, clutching his chest and with bluish lips, slightly raised his hand, then slumped it back down. He appeared to have a very serious heart condition.
Zhou He quickly pressed himself against the wall to let these people pass, then continued walking forward. As he walked, his eyes reddened again, and he squatted down and began to cry. His mother and wife had also been captured by Ma You and taken into the space, then instantly turned into countless pieces of flesh and blood, falling into the fountain pool. The others had three days to live, but they died without even understanding what had happened.
Thinking of this, Zhou He was overcome with grief, and he slumped down, clutching his hair and wailing. He had to feign gentleness and calmness in front of his child, and suppress his emotions in front of his father, but in this corridor full of strangers, he could freely vent his inner pain and despair. Everyone was a stranger, and everyone was experiencing their own misfortunes. He could cry as he pleased, and who would even glance at him?
His weeping seemed contagious, those who had been walking along the corridor with stern faces suddenly found their eyes reddening, and some even tilted their heads back, trying to hold back their tears. Several nurses rushed over to comfort Zhou He, but when they opened their mouths, only short, sobbing sounds escaped their lips.
“Stop crying, the police are preparing to rescue the hostages, hurry and watch the live broadcast!” A doctor rushed out of a ward and ran towards his office.
“What? People who have been captured and trapped in another space can be rescued?” Many people expressed their doubts.
“It’s true! Hurry back to your rooms and watch TV! The police are already making preparations!” A patient poked his head out of his room and shouted excitedly.
“Really? Come on, let’s go back and watch TV!”
All the hospitalized patients ran back to their rooms, while more people converged on the lobby, where a huge LED screen was broadcasting the rescue operation live. Zhou He, supported by two nurses, anxiously tried to run back, but was swept away by the crowd and ended up squeezed into a corner of the lobby.
He looked up at the big screen and saw that it was filled with images, each showing a monk holding a talisman and standing in a certain place, surrounded by many police officers, soldiers, and medical staff.
The scene was noisy and chaotic, making it impossible to see what was happening. No reporters stepped forward to provide commentary, and only a line of text kept scrolling at the bottom of the screen——Police are rescuing the hostages. Please rest assured, justice will ultimately prevail over evil!
Panicked, Zhou He counted the small images that kept changing frame by frame and found that there were exactly forty-seven, which matched the number of missing persons reported by the police.
Could they really rescue them all? A glimmer of hope had just risen in his heart when it was quickly crushed by pessimism. How could humans possibly escape from demons? The power of the two was simply not on the same level! Thinking this, tears streamed down his face again, as did many others watching the big screen with tears streaming down their faces.
Time ticked by, and in the small image at the very top, an old monk suddenly glanced at his watch, then picked up his walkie-talkie and spoke. The monks in the other images also raised their walkie-talkies to reply, then stared intently at their own watches.
Their movements were so synchronized that Zhou He glanced at his watch. It was 9:03 AM. Was there some special significance to this time? Many others, like him, unconsciously looked at their watches, their faces filled with confusion.
Two minutes later, their doubts were answered. The monks threw the talismans in their hands into the air, caught them with their palms, closed their eyes, and a dazzling white light burst forth from their palms, which quickly condensed into a door. With a gentle push, the door opened.
Behind the door, narrow, eerie green spaces appeared, each containing one or more young girls lying on the verge of death. Contrary to the police investigation, the number of people rescued was far more than forty-seven, but rather fifty or sixty.
Only then did reporters appear amidst the chaotic scene. They rushed towards the rescued girl while quickly providing commentary.
“Hello viewers, this is reporter XX from XX TV station reporting for you. Previously, the police forbade anyone to discuss our rescue plan to prevent Ma You from learning about it. But now that the hostages have been rescued, we can interview them. Comrade, how are you now? Are you feeling alright?”
The girl being questioned by the reporter hugged another girl who was also imprisoned in the same space, crying as she said, “We…we want water, is there any water? That beast made us kill each other, drink each other’s blood, and eat each other’s flesh. He said that only in this way could one of us survive. Waaah, he’s a devil!”
The reporter handed them bottles of water that had already been opened, and they immediately snatched them and gulped them down, tears streaming down their faces as they drank, trembling as they went. Other scenes showed similar expressions, some even bit their wrists and drank their own blood. If it weren’t for the government’s timely rescue efforts, their fate would have been unimaginable.
Those watching this scene in the hall suppressed the cheers that welled up in their throats, replaced by an indescribable fear. To lock people together and force them to kill each other, only the devil could conceive of such an idea!
Insults such as “beast,” “animal,” and “may you die a horrible death” echoed throughout the hall, while Zhou He stared intently at the large screen, his eyes almost bursting out of their sockets!
In that fleeting glimpse, he thought… he thought he saw his wife! He quickly put down his bowl and forcefully pushed his way forward, shoving the people around him. Those he stepped on or pushed complained, and he shouted, “Excuse me, please make way! I think I saw my wife!”
Upon hearing this, everyone swallowed their complaints and not only made way for him but also escorted him to the front of the large screen. At the same time, the hostage list compiled by the police was released, updated from forty-seven to sixty-six, and Zhou He’s wife’s name was prominently listed.
She didn’t die! She and a young woman were locked in a space together, simply because Ma You wanted to watch them kill each other. Having grown tired of the previous games, he was constantly developing new ones, his cruelty allowed more people to survive.
“It’s my wife, it really is my wife! She’s not dead!” Zhou He shouted, pointing at the screen, his face contorted with ecstasy.
The crowd, who had been suppressing their grief and anger, erupted in thunderous cheers. After experiencing so much death and terror, the news of the hostages’ rescue was undoubtedly a shot in the arm for them!
Amidst the enthusiastic cheers, the middle-aged woman who had just been running crying down the corridor suddenly swung her legs like lightning, plunging headfirst into the crowd and shouting, “Make way! Make way! My daughter has just been rescued! I need to get her! My daughter isn’t dead!”
A look of wild joy spread across her face, but tears streamed down her face.
Zhou He quickly followed her, but then heard a dignified voice coming from the large screen, “Families of the hostages, please do not panic. We will immediately send them to the military hospital for treatment. This is the hospital’s hotline. You can register by calling this number. Once we have verified the identities of the family members, we will arrange for you to meet them. If we determine that the hostages are not in any danger, you can take them home whenever you wish.”
Military hospital? Isn’t this the military hospital? Zhou He and the woman, who were rushing forward, quickly turned back and were pushed to the front of the big screen by the enthusiastic crowd.
A middle-aged man in military uniform was being interviewed by a reporter; judging by his shoulder insignia, he was a general. He looked haggard, with large bags under his eyes, clearly indicating he hadn’t slept in a long time. When the reporter asked who planned the rescue operation, he didn’t mention the government, army, or police. Instead, he took the microphone, looked at the camera, and said in a serious tone, “This rescue operation was planned by Teacher Fan Jialuo. While the hostages were being rescued and the deceased were being comforted, Teacher Fan was currently engaged in a life-or-death struggle with Ma You in the spatial dimension. Without his restraint, we simply couldn’t have opened these spaces to rescue the hostages.”
The middle-aged man pointed at the camera and said, word by word, “I know that opinions about Teacher Fan have always been mixed, but I want to tell you all here that Teacher Fan is not a fraud, not a charlatan, and certainly not a madman! He is a spiritual medium, and also a hero who rescued these sixty plus hostages, and even the entire city of Beijing! He will definitely come back safely, and we are waiting for him here!”
The middle-aged man handed the microphone back to the reporter, gave a military salute, and then hurriedly walked away.
The interview footage shifted slightly, focusing on the solitary armchair still positioned in the center of the square, surrounded by numerous cameras. The general, the soldiers, the police, and the frontline workers all walked towards the armchair, silently awaiting the hero’s return.
Zhou He was stunned, tears streaming down his cheeks without him even realizing it. Behind him, he could hear the whispers of the crowd.
Some people said, “So Fan Jialuo really is a psychic! I always thought it was fake. Then that video he filmed provoking Ma You wasn’t just trying to gain attention or create hype, but was actually cooperating with the government’s rescue operation? He’s so brave!”
Before official recognition, no matter how it’s broadcast on television or verified in reality, people will always find various reasons to question this person. Zhou He understands their feelings because he used to feel the same way. Some people are just so narrow-minded, they can’t tolerate those who are different from themselves, nor can they stand being unconventional.
If everyone thought this way, if no one could accept each other’s uniqueness and differences, would there still be people like Fan Jialuo in this world? Would anyone still stand up for someone in danger? Thinking of this, Zhou He couldn’t help but feel a chill of fear.
While he was still in a daze, his best friend sent him a voice message, “Hey Zhou, Zhou, have you seen the latest news? That idiot Fan Jialuo actually dared to challenge Ma You! He’s definitely not coming back this time, aren’t you happy? Let’s chip in and buy him a wreath, hahaha…”
Clearly, this guy is also a die-hard black fan of Fan Jialuo. He’s just criticizing for the sake of criticizing, without considering what the common people would suffer under Ma You’s extremely brutal rule if Fan Jialuo failed.
Zhou He, who had assumed the voice message was a blessing, clicked on it in public. Upon hearing its contents, his expression froze. The middle-aged woman standing beside him, whose daughter had been rescued, looked at him with astonishment, then violently knocked his phone away, shouting insults, “You SOB! Teacher Fan saved your wife, and you still want to send him a wreath? You’re a fucking ungrateful beast!”
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Chapter 233. Consequences Of Angering A God
Fan Jialuo and Song Rui sat quietly by the flowerbed, saying nothing, simply watching the busy staff members coming and going in the square. Some were doctors, some were police officers, some were soldiers, and some were government officials. Knowing full well that Ma You could infiltrate any corner of Beijing and arbitrarily hunt down and kill anyone, they still bravely and fearlessly persisted in their work.
Weren’t they afraid? Of course they were. Fan Jialuo could sense the terrifying atmosphere permeating the square without even needing to probe the magnetic field. Yet, not one of them deserted, they simply went about their work silently. They were doing the right thing, and that is the driving force behind the world’s operation, humanity’s survival, and the continuation of civilization.
“I love this world, and I love humanity.” Fan Jialuo suddenly said.
Song Rui glanced at him and said casually, “Because of your existence, I’ve also started to like this world.”
A blush crept up the tips of Fan Jialuo’s ears, but he didn’t reply. His eyes, reflecting the morning light, looked so bright.
Song Rui ruffled his hair and waved, saying, “Go, go and hold fast to your post, do what you believe is right. I’ll be here waiting for you.”
Fan Jialuo nodded, gave Dr. Song a deep look, and then walked towards the soft chair placed in the center of the square. Around it, in unseen corners, Chief Yan had arranged numerous assault teams and snipers. Even knowing that Ma You might not reveal himself, they were fully prepared.
Song Rui followed behind Fan Jialuo, walking slowly in his footsteps, but then suddenly chuckled, “Your friends have arrived.”
“Huh?” Fan Jialuo followed his gaze and saw Song Wennuan rushing over with Yuan Zhongzhou, Zhu Xiya, Ah Huo, He Jinglian, and Ding Puhang. At a time when everyone else was avoiding the area, and when Ma You was gradually approaching and likely to unleash a massacre, they bravely came.
Upon seeing Fan Jialuo, they raised their hands and waved, their faces showing no fear, only eagerness, “Teacher Fan, we saw your advertisement, so we came here specifically to help you! Just let us know if you need anything!”
Fan Jialuo’s eyes crinkled into a smile, and he couldn’t help but smile, “Go help them activate the formation and rescue the hostages.” He pointed to the group of monks gathered together, speaking without any politeness. But it was precisely because of his bluntness that Yuan Zhongzhou and the others, who had been somewhat apprehensive, immediately relaxed and smiled.
“Alright! Let’s go!” Everyone agreed with great enthusiasm, their faces filled with eager excitement, as if they were entering paradise rather than a death trap. They also had faith and things they needed to protect, so sacrifice and dedication became a pure joy.
Fan Jialuo stood there gazing at them for a long time before continuing his walk towards the square after the morning light had spread. Seeing Chief Yan directing staff to remove the lights, microphones, and cameras, he stopped them, saying, “Don’t remove them, continue the live broadcast.”
Chief Yan looked at him in astonishment.
Song Rui explained from the side, “Continuing the live broadcast is the best way to completely dispel the public’s panic. Ma You’s existence can no longer be hidden. If the public doesn’t see him being arrested with their own eyes, everyone will live in fear and anxiety for the next two or three months. If we want to restore normal social order as quickly as possible, we must reveal the truth.”
Chief Yan thought for a moment and nodded in deep agreement. Yes, public opinion could no longer be suppressed. It was better to expose the truth to the light of day and let it evaporate on its own. The more the government concealed the truth, the more terrifying the stories would become in the minds of the uninformed public, plunging the entire society into prolonged turmoil.
“Okay, let’s continue the live stream.” He immediately instructed the staff to put the camera back in its place.
Fan Jialuo nudged Dr. Song’s arm and whispered, “Wait for me to come back, and take good care of Yangyang.”
“Okay.” Song Rui looked at him intently, his eyes filled with reluctance, but also with restraint and understanding.
Fan Jialuo walked back to the soft chair and sat down, gesturing to continue the live stream. His exceptionally handsome face lit up all the billboards in Beijing. He maintained his usual relaxed posture, hands clasped on his knees, his slender index fingers tapping the back of his hands lightly, as if he were utterly bored.
He was dressed in luxurious clothes, with elegant manners and a mysterious aura. His eyes and brows exuded an unshakeable indifference, making him the center of attention of millions simply by sitting there. He claimed to be the only god in the world, and his words actually sounded somewhat believable.
Seeing him reappear on the billboard, Zhou He was stunned. At the same time, many others were also stunned, they couldn’t understand why this person would do something so absurd.
Before the people could figure it out, Fan Jialuo on the billboard vanished into thin air, and a hoarse male voice came from above the empty armchair, “I’m here, hahaha! I’m here! See? This is what happens when you anger the god! When I’m done playing, I’ll cut Fan Jialuo’s corpse into countless pieces and throw it into the gutter to feed the rats, hahahaha……” The rampant laughter spread in all directions from directly above the armchair, as if it were everywhere.
This bizarre scene terrified everyone, yet the live stream continued even though the chair was now empty. Every billboard in Beijing displayed this strange sight. A lone chair placed in a square, and every ten or twenty minutes, the camera would change direction, filming it either in a wide shot or a close-up.
The people have already been captured, what’s the point of doing this? Is it to intimidate the public? Is it to show everyone just how terrifying Ma You is? These people are completely insane, utterly insane!
Zhou He was nearly scared out of his wits by the sight of Fan Jialuo vanishing into thin air. After regaining his senses, he began pounding on the windowsill, walls, and coffee table to vent his overwhelming fear. Hearing the noise, Father Zhou ran out and asked tremblingly, “What’s wrong?”
“No, nothing.” Zhou He didn’t dare tell him such a terrible thing. He walked stiffly into his daughter’s bedroom, touched her forehead which was still burning with fever, and then collapsed onto the bed.
He desperately wanted to take his daughter to the hospital, but every main road in Beijing was closed, so even if he had a car, he couldn’t get out. If this continued, would his daughter suffer brain damage from the fever? Thinking this, Zhou He quickly got up and began to try to cool his daughter down physically.
“This is no use. I wiped her down all night, but Huihui’s fever just won’t go down. We have to go to the hospital!” Father Zhou said in a hoarse voice, holding a basin of warm water.
“I know we need to go to the hospital, but I can’t drive my car out! What can I do?” Zhou He roared, his eyes red.
The father and son argued about it, and similar sounds echoed from every household in the same building. Some were sobbing, some were wailing, some were calling for help, and others stood on their balconies staring blankly at the fountain pool filled with blood.
In just one night, the world went from being a paradise to a hell.
Just as Zhou He was arguing most fiercely with his father, the doorbell suddenly rang, and a muffled voice came through, “Is anyone home? We are staff from the military service station, and we are here to deliver supplies to you.”
Zhou He, whose family was out of rice and cooking supplies, immediately perked up his ears. His father rushed to open the door. Even if they didn’t eat, the child with a high fever needed something. Zhou He couldn’t stop him in time, so he grabbed a kitchen knife and followed him out. Fortunately, there were indeed two soldiers outside, both dressed in crisp uniforms, with bottled water, rice, instant noodles, cooking oil, vegetables, and other supplies piled up at their feet.
Zhou He quickly hid the kitchen knife behind his back and went to greet them with tears of gratitude.
Two soldiers helped them carry their belongings into their home and asked gently, “Do you have any other difficulties? You can let us know first, and we will help you resolve them later.”
“Yes, yes, yes! My child has a persistent high fever, and I want to take her to the hospital!” Zhou He exclaimed excitedly.
“Let’s take a look.” Two soldiers went into the bedroom to check on the child, then took out their phones to report to their superiors. Instructions came quickly from the other end, but Zhou He couldn’t hear them clearly because of the distance, so his expression became increasingly tense.
After a while, the soldier hung up the phone and explained, “We need to distribute the remaining supplies to your neighbors. We’ll be there in a few minutes. Pack up the child’s things, and we’ll take her to the hospital.”
Upon hearing this, Zhou He burst into tears. Without thinking, he gratefully said, “Thank you, thank you. In critical moments, the People’s Liberation Army comrades are the most reliable. You are the people’s great saviors! Unlike those actors who only know how to hype things up all day long, they dare to joke about matters of life and death.”
The soldier, who had been shaking his hand in a friendly manner, frowned and his face darkened upon hearing this. His companion questioned him bluntly, “Are you referring to Teacher Fan as an actor?”
“Who else but him?” Zhou He had made smearing Fan Jialuo his homework, and now he habitually spoke up, “He’s a complete madman, he’ll jump on any bandwagon to become famous! The whole city is under martial law, and he’s still out there filming commercials, living the high life! Well, he just got his comeuppance, he was captured by that Ma You. Damn it, LaoZi was almost scared to death by him, he’s just causing trouble for the whole city.”
The two soldiers exchanged a glance, their faces growing increasingly grim. The soldier who had shaken hands with Zhou He suddenly increased his grip, causing him to cry out in pain, “Ei, ei, ei, PLA comrade, please be gentle! My hand hurts so much!”
The soldier not only didn’t let go, but increased his grip even more, his tone icy, “Comrade, we need to clarify something for you. Teacher Fan isn’t trying to ride the wave of popularity or become famous, he’s assisting us in capturing Ma You. We can tell you the truth, not only is Teacher Fan’s live stream playing on the billboard outside your house, but billboards throughout Beijing, including television channels and online media, are broadcasting Teacher Fan’s live stream.”
Another soldier turned on Zhou He’s television and kept changing channels, allowing him to witness a bizarre scene. Every channel was showing the empty chair, while trending news was displayed as scrolling subtitles below.
“Besides the government, who else could get the national media to broadcast this live simultaneously? Teacher Fan wasn’t just trying to ride the wave of popularity or advertise, he was using himself as bait to cooperate with our arrest operation. You should know what kind of danger you’d face confronting a serial killer like Ma You, right? Teacher Fan might never come back. You may not be grateful for everything he’s done for you, you may not understand, you may not remember, but please don’t slander him. He’s a hero, not a madman.”
The soldier released Zhou He’s hand, saluted, apologized, and then carried the remaining supplies to the opposite door.
Only after they disappeared through the neighbor’s door did Zhou He finally come to his senses. He looked at his aching hands, then back at the lonely chair on the billboard, and his cheeks flushed crimson. So Fan Jialuo wasn’t just trying to ride the wave of popularity! To capture Ma You, he had actually disregarded his own life, and those who witnessed his sacrifice were calling him a madman.
When everyone was only concerned with their own safety and disregarded the lives of others, he bravely stood up to fight against evil. The world treated him with slander, defamation, humiliation, and misunderstanding, but he repaid the world with protection, tolerance, sacrifice, and dedication.
He possessed unwavering courage, which he poured into every moment of crisis without hesitation or retreat.
He was always so unique, and always so silent, never offering a single word of justification for the motives behind his actions. And as for those who loathed him——what, exactly, was their reason? Was it simply because he was unlike everyone else? Was it merely because he never uttered the sort of words that pander to worldly conventions?
Zhou He walked to the balcony in a daze, looking at the empty chair. Thinking of the person who might never return, he couldn’t help but burst into tears. Only today did he realize just how despicable and petty his former self had been. If his heart couldn’t hold such a noble person, what could it hold? Only filth and rubbish?
Zhou He was filled with remorse and worried that the two People’s Liberation Army comrades would refuse to take his child to see a doctor because of his slander against Fan Jialuo. Fortunately, it turned out that he was being narrow-minded again, he always thought the worst of people. The two soldiers rushed back after delivering the supplies, picked up the child, and left.
Zhou He was overjoyed and hastily packed a few clothes before following them. Father Zhou couldn’t keep up with them and could only wait anxiously at home.
After boarding the military vehicle and driving in silence for a while, Zhou He, holding the child, stammered, “Comrades of the People’s Liberation Army, I am truly sorry for what happened earlier. I misunderstood Teacher Fan and said many bad things.”
“Wait until Teacher Fan comes out of Ma You’s space before you apologize to him in person.” The soldier in the passenger seat said, waving his hand.
Zhou He was stunned for a moment before asking, “Teacher Fan can still come out?”
“Of course, he is an extremely powerful psychic. Who else could catch Ma You with his own hands? In fact, he was the one who helped to solve Ma You’s case. Otherwise, we might never have known why those victims disappeared into thin air and why they reappeared as corpses.”
“Yes, who would have thought of this? Everyone outside said that the killer was a ghost, but who would have thought it was a human.” Zhou He wanted to find out why Ma You had such a strange ability, but he was afraid of touching on military secrets. His lips moved a few times, but in the end he didn’t dare to ask.
The soldier driving seemed to have a high opinion of Fan Jialuo, emphasizing, “In fact, the fact that we can drive your daughter to the hospital now without worrying about being ambushed by Ma You on the way is all thanks to Teacher Fan. After he enters Ma You’s space, he will do his best to restrain him, preventing him from killing anyone, and we will all be safe. We can even rescue all those who are missing.”
Hearing these words, Zhou He was greatly encouraged, but a wave of guilt washed over him. Recalling the things he had said to slander Teacher Fan, he questioned his conscience——Zhou He, are you even human?
Meanwhile, Fan Jialuo was standing in a narrow, cramped, dark green space, looking around with great interest. Then he spread his arms, braced them against two rusty walls, and fiercely released his vast magnetic field……
Ma You, who was originally smugly preparing to watch the show: !!!
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