Oh no! I'm surrounded by female ghosts!

After a long silence, Yu Mengnian turned to Chen Zhiwei and asked, "What should I do now?"

Chen Zhiwei thought for a moment and said, "You shouldn't do anything right now."

"Don't go looking for Su Ming either."

She lowered her head and quickly calculated.

The traces of Shen Wanyu's existence are so blurred as to be almost nonexistent.

In the normal timeline, Su Ming has not yet severed the doomsday timeline that belongs to her.

In the abnormal world line, her doomsday line has been severed by Su Ming.

With the two timelines overlapping, Shen Wanyu ultimately left some traces and was not completely erased by Blue Star.

So, in deep thought.

Using her authority, Chen Zhiwei manually erased the already blurry remaining information about Shen Wanyu.

Although not as thoroughly as the eradication of Earth, it was enough to slightly alter the course of the world line, making it more likely to be influenced by human intervention.

At this point, the influence left by Shen Wanyu has become negligible and does not require excessive attention.

Chen Zhiwei focused her attention on the Lychee Hotel in Pingjiang City.

Since the devastating fire at the Lychee Hotel a year ago, it has changed hands several times.

Whenever a new boss takes over and starts a demolition project, strange things happen one after another at the construction site.

Several construction workers died mysteriously and tragically, their deaths were gruesome and horrific, resembling charred corpses.

As a result, the Lychee Hotel, which was half-demolished, was forced to halt construction.

Currently, no one dares to take over or set foot in it; it is in a state of disrepair.

The Bureau of Abnormalities has designated the Lychee Hotel as an abnormal area.

Several people were sent to deal with it, but the problem was not completely solved, and the source of the strange phenomenon could not be found.

So they simply enclosed the Lychee Hotel with a wall.

According to Chen Zhiwei's speculation, the Lychee Hotel originated from Tangtang (a type of sugar).

Her current state must be very special, existing in the gap between reality and illusion, making her difficult to detect by ordinary means.

Therefore, she had to go to the Lychee Hotel in person to check on Tangtang's current condition.

"Niannian, come with me to Pingjiang City, right now."

"I've already informed the higher-ups that in two hours, Elder Lin will temporarily take charge of the capital in your stead."

Yu Mengnian nodded.

Two hours later, Lin Hwai-min arrived in Beijing on time to take charge.

Chen Zhiwei immediately set off with Yu Mengnian.

They arrived in Pingjiang City as quickly as possible and went straight to the Lychee Hotel.

The scene before us matches the archival photographs.

Nearly half of the hotel was demolished, leaving it dilapidated and in ruins, surrounded by walls.

As I pushed open the door of the Lychee Hotel, a thick layer of dust, accompanied by a pungent, burnt smell, hit me.

One-third of the lobby dome collapsed, exposing the charred and twisted steel bars, which looked like countless withered and ferocious bone claws hanging in the air.

The ground was covered with a thick layer of black ash, which crunched underfoot.

Scattered all around were twisted and deformed tables, chairs and sofas, only their broken outlines remaining.

Based on her memory, Yu Mengnian quickly walked to the elevator entrance in the lobby.

My gaze was fixed on a metal frame on the ground.

Those were the metal frames that once hung the posters, now blackened and rusted by the fire.

But something about this thing doesn't feel right.

It is a strange creature, but it has not yet fully recovered.

Chen Zhiwei walked slowly closer, her gaze falling on the frame as she said, "This should be Su Ming and Tang Tang's wedding poster from 2019."

The two exchanged a glance and went to the wedding hall on the third floor.

The once joyous and grand wedding venue has long been burned beyond recognition and left in ruins.

Most of the walls have collapsed and been destroyed, leaving behind only ruins and scorched earth.

After searching around, they only found a few restricted-level weirdos, but no trace of Tangtang.

Return to the lobby on the first floor.

Chen Zhiwei looked at the metal frame at the elevator entrance and said, "It seems that Tangtang has not fully recovered yet."

"If she recovers, she should recover in this area."

"For example, wedding posters."

"Let's go."

She walked out of the Lychee Hotel.

"As long as Su Ming doesn't arrive here prematurely, it's fine."

"Tangtang's doomsday line is just a trace, with limited impact and nothing to fear."

The threat of Shen Wanyu's doomsday scenario has been eliminated.

The impact of the final daily line trace of the Tangtang sugar was determined to be minimal.

The situation, which should have brought some relief, instead caused Chen Zhiwei to furrow her brows even more, and the pressure on her heart grew heavier.

The doomsday lines of 2003 and 2020 are the most important.

"This is a bit tricky."

She looked up at the gray sky, unsure whether she was talking to herself or addressing the heavens.

How can we sever these three overlapping doomsday lines?

"Killing Xu Qinghe beforehand is useless."

"If I'm not mistaken, Su Ming doesn't have a system right now."

"He was born in 2009 as a normal human being."

"He will awaken the Ghost-Raising System at the age of 17 in 2026."

My thoughts suddenly stalled, and a bold conjecture surfaced in my mind.

"unless."

"The root of Xu Qinghe's doomsday lies in Wen Qi in 2003."

"Wen Qi is gazing at Xu Qinghe in His own right."

Chen Zhiwei stared thoughtfully at Yu Mengnian.

Now that Wen Qi has become one of them, he is most likely gazing at Xu Qinghe.

Then why did He deliberately give the memories to Yu Mengnian?

How He managed to exist simultaneously in His divine and human form.

It's unclear; perhaps we'll only know when she returns.

I thought about it for a long time.

Chen Zhiwei waved her hand, indicating she didn't want to think about it anymore.

Since Wen Qi is cleaning up the mess anyway, there's nothing she can do to help, so she might as well wait and see.

Yunshan City Women's Prison.

Xu Qinghe has already spent more than a year in prison here.

She was young and had a cute appearance, but no one dared to mess with her.

After all, everyone knows why she was imprisoned.

Murderers and ordinary criminals are fundamentally different.

A female prisoner who had been sentenced to life imprisonment once tried to cause trouble for Xu Qinghe.

However, she almost died as soon as this idea came to her.

She wasn't sure if Xu Qinghe was behind it or if she was just unlucky.

Anyway, this seemingly harmless girl is really weird, it's best not to mess with her.

She was the same as usual today.

We cleaned the cells in the morning, lined up for meals, and then went to work in the production workshop.

Xu Qinghe is a garment sewing worker.

She operated the sewing machine, quietly sewing one brand-new garment after another.

This is her main job every day.

There are strict quota standards for workshop work. Production exceeding the quota will be counted as labor points, which can be exchanged for a small amount of pocket money to purchase supplies for the prison's canteen.

Her craftsmanship is the best in the entire workshop.

But today, she seemed a little distracted.

The ability to hear one's heart, which had been shut down, suddenly and uncontrollably turned on automatically.

Before she turned eighteen, she relied on this ability to live the life of the most perfect and sensible trophy girl in the eyes of the world.

After she came of age and was reborn, she deliberately shut down her inner thoughts.

Because the voices in people's hearts are all the screams from the darkest corners.

That is the collection of the filthiest and most despicable desires in the world.

Opening her heart, she revealed that she wasn't living amidst the hustle and bustle of everyday life, but rather enduring a living hell.

She was overwhelmed by endless malice, meanness, madness, and disgusting thoughts.

Just like now.

The workshop was quiet, everyone was working diligently, the clattering of the machines was orderly and monotonous, and occasionally a few female prisoners would whisper to each other.

To Xu Qinghe, however, the sounds from the workshop were deafening, a cacophony of roars.

"If I had known that swindling that old man would result in such a long sentence, I should have squeezed hundreds of thousands more out of him before stopping. I lost so much money. The first thing I did after getting out was to make quick money again. I've memorized all the rules."

"That skinny woman dared to look at me like that? Just you wait! The bathhouse's empty tonight, I'm going to pull her hair and slap her a few times, let her know who she doesn't want to mess with!"

"Life is meaningless. Whoever dares to mess with me, I'll drag them down with me. At worst, I'll just get another sentence. I don't care about my worthless life."

"They forced me into this situation, so why am I the only one going to jail? The whole world has wronged me, so why can they live peacefully?"

"My husband has been cheating on me for a long time, and the kids don't care about me at all. Once I get out, I'll burn that house down, and nobody will have a good time."

"I also have a little niece at home, who is very pretty. When she gets out of prison, I'll coax her into coming with me to make money. If she doesn't listen, I'll beat her to death and see if she dares to disobey."

"When I get out, I'll find the mistress first, throw sulfuric acid on her and ruin her whole face, then break her ex-husband's arms and legs, lock him in the house and torture him every day. If I don't let them die, I'll make them suffer while they live."

The clicking of the machines became a false facade, beneath which lay countless twisted, malicious, and insane outbursts of human nature.

Before Xu Qinghe turned eighteen, she endured more than a decade in this kind of hell on earth.

Now, she has fallen into hell on earth.

The malice here is purer, more extreme, and more unbridled than that outside.

Because the people imprisoned here have committed crimes.

The cruelest thing is that she doesn't even have the right to shut down her listening ear and catch her breath.

Xu Qinghe still wore a faint smile on her face, her calmness bordering on indifference.

It's normal. After a while, you get used to it, just like before.

Everyone harbors a flower of evil within their heart.

Some flowers are in full bloom, some are blooming quietly, and some are still budding.

People are adept at disguising themselves, embellishing the dark and evil thoughts in their hearts as pure and flawless, making it difficult to distinguish between truth and falsehood, good and evil.

Under the bright sunlight, no one can truly tell whether the person inside is human or a ghost.

But in the darkness, ghosts disguised in human skin are the most numerous.

As the day's work came to an end, the deep night enveloped the entire prison.

Xu Qinghe's pupils contracted slightly on her way back to the cell.

She discovered that countless twisted, dark roots were breaking through the soil, crisscrossing and spreading outwards, like menacing, pulsating blood vessels.

I looked up at the dark sky.

In the depths of the night, an enormous phantom floated between heaven and earth.

It was a giant flower of evil rooted in the entire blue planet, quietly absorbing the omnipresent evil of humanity.

The flower shadows were vast and boundless, obscuring the entire sky.

Moreover, it is slowly closing in, trying to envelop the entire blue planet.

Just as the blue planet is about to become a flower bud, one day it will bloom fully amidst extreme malice.

At the same moment, a powerful force surged from Xu Qinghe's body.

Her abilities were upgraded under the nourishment of countless acts of malice.

She wasn't sure just how strong she really was.

But her intuition told her that if she wanted to leave, no one could stop her.

Looking down at his chest, at the heart that had endured more than a decade of hardship, now riddled with holes and scarred beyond recognition.

This heart, nurtured by malice for over a decade, has finally transformed into an evil heart.

After a long while, Xu Qinghe suddenly chuckled softly.

This world is truly rotten.

Then why should she suffer any longer?

With this thought in mind, he took a step and vanished without a trace.