Free Web Novel"The first time I fell into a trance was probably in 2001, near the May Day holiday. After that monster took control of my body, it must have done something terrible to my only friend at school."
"What did it do?" Jiang Li interrupted.
"I'm not entirely sure what it did specifically," Tan Qiuming said with a frown. "I only know that the classmate who used to be very close to me suddenly became incredibly afraid of me, and the other students at school also started to distance themselves from me. That made my mood very low for a time."
"Oh, right, ever since that time, I've undergone some special changes."
"Special changes?" Jiang Li tilted her head. "Like what?"
"For example, I particularly like to stay in dark places, and even in places with no light source at all, my eyesight is excellent," Tan Qiuming said. "Also, from time to time, I can see things that others can't."
Hearing this, Jiang Li and Zhong Huai exchanged glances and nodded to each other.
From Tan Qiuming's description, the changes that happened to him seemed very much like having Spiritual Energy perception without realizing it, after his Spiritual Energy potential reached a certain level.
【2001-4-12
That poor soul actually has a friend? How interesting!
But I believe a vessel does not need friends.
My people, offer your wisdom and help that poor soul, how about it?】
This was the second of the log screenshots. In addition to the screenshot of the main log content, it also included the comments below.
【Anonymous User】: "Respected Master, if you want to destroy the relationship between two people, I think the simplest way is life and death."
You can tie them up and confine them in a sealed space, giving them only enough water and food to sustain one person each day. After some time, the outcome will be clear.
Anonymous User】: "The method above is good, but there's an even simpler and faster way: after locking them up, tell them that only one of them can live and they must make a choice within a limited time, otherwise both will die."
Then, put a knife into that sealed space. freewebnøvel.com
Oh, and if the Master truly decides to implement this plan, I am willing to do it for you.
The sound of children crying is the most beautiful sound in this world, truly!"
【Anonymous User】: "A bunch of fools! Your plans might attract the attention of the Night Watch and cause trouble for the Master, so the plan must be more covert!"
I know there's an entrance near their school that connects to an underground air-raid shelter network. Perhaps it can be utilized.
Browsing through those comments, Lu Yibei felt a chill in her heart.
Anonymous comments, anonymous posts, anonymous discussions—it can amplify people's good, and also foster people's evil.
Even without urban legend manipulating things behind the scenes, online bullying incidents frequently occur, let alone entrusting the fate of two young children to a group of people whose real names and identities are hidden?
Looking at those comments, Lu Yibei suddenly recalled Marina Abramović, who was called the "mother of performance art" in the former Soviet Union.
She once did a performance art piece called "Rhythm 0," in which she anesthetized herself and stood in front of a table facing the audience.
On the table were seventy-two props, including common household items like lipstick, paintbrushes, and scissors, as well as dangerous items like handguns, chains, and whips. The audience could use any item to do whatever they wanted to her—
Initially, the audience only used things like lipstick to scribble on her or scissors to cut her clothes. Gradually, when the audience realized she truly offered no resistance, they began to act without restraint, using knives, nails, whips...
Until someone placed a loaded pistol against her forehead.
Most of the audience members who participated in Marina Abramović's performance were still psychologically sound ordinary people, yet they were capable of such extreme behavior. How much more so for the crowd gathered by the X Heavenly God Offspring, who would never expose their real names or appearances?
This was simply a death live stream!—
A death live stream prepared by the X Heavenly God Offspring for its followers to satisfy their twisted pleasures.—
Ju Meng, who was beside Lu Yibei, finished looking at the two screenshots with her, then withdrew her gaze and sized up Lu Yibei, saying disdainfully, "How come you've suddenly become a pervert after a few hours? You're even looking at this kind of stuff?"
Lu Yibei glanced at Ju Meng, her face expressionless, and said, "Perhaps I've developed psychological issues from being scared by adult toys..."
Returning to the Tao Hua Family Inn, she found that Smelly Girl had already dealt with those strange things, and acted as if nothing had happened last night. She quickly resumed her usual unrestrained behavior.
""Ju Meng rolled her eyes and said righteously, "We're all Adults here. If we don't play with adult toys, should we play with children's toys?"
"It's not impossible," Lu Yibei shrugged. "How about, for your time tonight, we set it in my room and play with Thomas the Tank Engine together?"
"Play with trains?" Ju Meng raised an eyebrow at Lu Yibei, her expression playful, "You mean those choo-choo-choo trains? Then Sister, I'm not entirely against it."
Lu Yibei was speechless.
Although she didn't know what Ju Meng was talking about, she felt something was off and didn't dare to respond.
Seeing that Lu Yibei was no longer speaking, Ju Meng pouted, leaned on Lu Yibei's shoulder, and stretched her neck slightly forward, refocusing her attention on the phone screen.
"So, what exactly is this?"
"It's the log of the Maitian God Offspring," Lu Yibei said without hesitation.
With Ju Meng by her side, her courage grew, and she directly called out the Maitian God's name.
The Master of Eight Hundred Li Peach Garden, whether in terms of Spiritual Energy fluctuation level, combat power, or strength of influence, slightly surpassed the Maitian God. Even if the Maitian God noticed, she was not afraid at all.
That's right, it's like a dog borrowing another's might—or rather, being emboldened!
If the Maitian God really came knocking, she would make it take a good look at what good deeds its evil offspring had done, and then tell it to hurry up and go home to discipline its child.
"Oh, that guy's offspring?" Ju Meng nodded. "Then what's the point of it doing this kind of weird stuff?"
"I guess it's probably to attract as many followers as possible?" Lu Yibei said. "Through this method, even if they didn't have faith in it at first, they might gather because of the simple, twisted pleasure of being able to manipulate other people's lives, right?
In this world, there are actually quite a few people with demons hidden in their hearts. They just lack ⊛ Nоvеlιght ⊛ (Read the full story) an opportunity to release those demons. If there's an opportunity that allows them to release the demons in their hearts without causing too much impact on their original lives, they probably wouldn't care, even if it means attaching themselves to an evil god.
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The ugliness hidden deep within human hearts, as long as it has soil, will quickly breed and spread. Once that ugliness grows, it will be difficult to separate from the soil in which it grew.
"But, with faith gathered in this way, which is both weak and full of negative energy, isn't it really afraid of falling into corruption?" Lu Yibei asked Ju Meng.
In terms of increasing Spiritual Energy fluctuations through faith, Ju Meng had absolute authority.
"Well, it doesn't have any other choice!" Ju Meng pouted. "It seems that poor soul is the vessel it chose for its descent. If it can completely break that poor soul's will, its descent process will be much smoother."
"What's more, Xiao Mai's Spiritual Energy fluctuation level is decent, and her abilities are good. To gain power that can contend with her in a short time, this extreme method is probably the only way. This is a common tactic used by many cult organizations; in a sense, it's driving followers to make sacrifices for it."
"At worst, after it's done, it can just kill those psychological perverts in batches and purify the faith! When the birds are gone, the bow is put away, right? It's quite reasonable, isn't it?"
Listening to Ju Meng's somewhat arrogant tone, Lu Yibei was momentarily speechless. "..."
Xiao Mai, what kind of strange address is that?
I feel like the image of the originally eerie and terrifying Maitian God in my mind is starting to overlap with a certain beautiful girl who COSplays a hamster?
Speaking of which, if all followers believe a certain urban legend is a beautiful girl, over time, it should really turn into a beautiful girl, right?
Lu Yibei thought, then pulled her thoughts back and continued to look through the remaining log screenshots with Ju Meng. The further down they looked, the more comments there were below the logs. In a few years, the number grew from dozens to thousands, and the content of the comments became increasingly twisted.
Just like the audience members who participated in Marina Abramović's performance, the initial comments of those people still contained a certain degree of probing. They were merely trying to scare the poor soul mentioned in the log, but later, it gradually developed into a level of destroying his mind.
For example, destroying his dreams, making his loved ones "disappear without a trace," or making him abandoned by all his friends and family.
"Although..." Lu Yibei put down her phone and complained after reading about half of it, "They've been at it for over a decade and still haven't driven the person crazy. It's really not very good."
"I think it's quite twisted!" Ju Meng grumbled. "Couldn't it be that his mind is just resilient?"
"It's really not good!" Lu Yibei pointed at the screenshot on the phone screen and said, "For example, this one, making his pet die accidentally."
"What's wrong with that?" Ju Meng looked at Lu Yibei. "If you died, I'd be very sad. Presumably, if his dog died, he'd be very sad too."
"Get one thing straight, who's the pet, okay?" Lu Yibei rolled her eyes at Ju Meng. "Who's living in my house, waiting to be fed every day, playing after eating, and even begging for hugs when there's nothing to do?"
"Oh, right! She even wants me to take her to Mountain City for a walk."
"You dog!" Ju Meng couldn't win against Lu Yibei, so she cursed softly, then changed the subject. "Then what do you think they should do?"
"I think..." Lu Yibei thought for a moment and said, "If it were me, I'd probably create an incident first, let that poor soul and his pet establish a bond, then suddenly take him away one day and lock him up somewhere, letting him watch through surveillance as his pet waits for him at home until it starves to death."
Hearing this, Ju Meng silently distanced herself from Lu Yibei, looking at her askance with an expression like she was looking at a freak, remaining silent for a long time.
"Why are you looking at me like that?" Lu Yibei asked, puzzled.
"I've found that your psychology is really twisted," Ju Meng said. "Scary!"
"Scared of what? Scared of being starved to death by me?"
"Get lost, you dog!"
However, thankfully, after I started organizing the Anti-Cancer Home activities, that guy rarely caused trouble for me. This can be considered a bit of a relief, right? So, I've always been very serious about helping those patients."
When speaking of those patients, Tan Qiuming seemed to recall some pleasant things, and a faint smile unconsciously appeared at the corner of his mouth.
Hearing him say this, Jiang Li frowned, opened her mouth, and then hesitated to speak.
In Tan Qiuming's description, the Anti-Cancer Home he organized was a place full of hope and warmth, where everyone was bravely striving to live.
It sounded like he had no idea that the X Heavenly God Offspring was using his Anti-Cancer Home to cause healthy people to inexplicably contract malignant tumors.
He probably didn't even understand why Grandpa He's family, who had always been quite close to him, suddenly cut off contact with him.
As for the buyers who purchased his paintings, he knew even less about their backgrounds.
From a certain perspective, he was just a poor soul who had been offered to an evil god by his own mother, losing a complete life.
After a brief moment of contemplation, Jiang Li changed the subject. "Alright, we've learned enough about your past. You can talk about your triptych now."
She felt it wasn't the right time to tell Tan Qiuming the truth.
If Tan Qiuming knew that the good deeds he had always believed he was doing to help patients were actually helping the X Heavenly God Offspring spread corruption, he might have an emotional breakdown on the spot.
So, even though she was eager to know her mother's whereabouts, she didn't press further, but rather brought the topic back on track.
"Those three paintings..." Tan Qiuming thought for a moment and said, "I named them 'Place of Concealment,' 'Moment of Birth,' and 'Final Painting.'"
'Place of Concealment' depicts the place where I vaguely glimpsed that monster lurking and sleeping. I'm not entirely sure where it is, but it should exist in some corner of Mountain City." "'Moment of Birth' depicts the image that monster believes it presents to people. I think it can be important information for finding it."
"'Final Painting' is the ruined city after the monster destroyed it, which I glimpsed. I don't know if it's useful, but I found it very terrifying, so I painted it."
After briefly introducing the three paintings, Tan Qiuming paused, then looked up at Jiang Li and said, "Just saying it like this might not be clear. How about you bring the paintings over, and I can explain them to you in detail?"
Bring them over? If only we could. Jiang Hao thought, gently shaking her head, "No need. Let's stop here for today. If we have any more questions, we'll come back to find you."
After speaking, she and Zhong Huai stood up together and left the registration room.
