Oh no! I'm surrounded by female ghosts!

"A new world?"

Xu Qinghe looked at the blurry, distant figure in front of her.

"Is this the place?" she asked, pointing to the world of human hearts.

The moment she finished asking the question, the answer flooded into her mind.

This is His response.

He kept gazing at Xu Qinghe.

He set his sights on Xu Qinghe from that day in 2004.

Xu Qinghe was 3 years old that year and had just awakened the ability to hear minds, a concept-level ability.

Sixteen years later, her ability to hear the heart has finally brought to life the myriad thoughts hidden deep within the hearts of countless beings, transforming them into a world of human emotions.

The world is real and unchanging.

But the world in people's eyes is always different for everyone.

Identity, status, gender, age, and experience all determine how each person views the world.

These perspectives are intangible; they cannot truly change the world.

The balance was disrupted by the birth of Xu Qinghe.

She brought all the invisible thoughts hidden in her chest and buried deep in her mind to life.

This world is not the real Earth.

It is a realm of the mind formed by the intertwining of thoughts, good and evil, joy and sorrow of billions of people.

He can change in an instant with the rise and fall of people's hearts, and his appearance can be reshaped according to the depth of one's obsession.

Before she appeared, this place did not exist in the world.

This world of human nature only came into being after she appeared.

This is called "where the heart desires, the world will follow."

He also told Xu Qinghe.

The world is on the verge of collapse.

There are two world lines that are heading in different directions, tearing the world apart.

Once the world is torn apart, it will not give rise to two parallel, independent worlds, but will collapse directly.

Everything will collapse back to 1996, and then grow anew.

It grew until 2020, and then experienced another tearing apart.

It goes on and on, endlessly.

One day, both world lines will be completely exhausted and shattered.

The world will be frozen in 1996, with no more years passing and no new life being born.

"Why 1996?" Xu Qinghe asked, somewhat puzzled.

The answer arose in my heart.

1996 can be considered the origin of all doomsday scenarios.

All the calamities, collapses, and chaos that followed were a continuation and spread of this year's apocalypse.

Xu Qinghe countered with a question, her tone indifferent and calm, revealing no emotion whatsoever.

"But what does this have to do with me?"

Throughout her short life, she coexisted with darkness and associated with evil thoughts, and had long been accustomed to the filth in people's hearts and the hypocrisy in the world.

She never resisted darkness, nor rejected evil thoughts; she accepted all the filth and depravity in human nature with equanimity.

Whether the world survives or perishes, it has always been a trivial matter to her.

The moment the words were spoken, the figure vanished as if it had never existed.

Xu Qinghe stood still for a long time.

After a long while, she looked up at the grotesque giant shadow looming above the world of human hearts.

It was a massive aggregate of countless evil thoughts.

"The new world, I'm not interested."

"However, I'd really like to try peeling back the disguise of this hypocritical world."

This is Xu Qinghe.

She never cared about the world's destination, nor about the life or death of all living beings.

So she was in those apocalyptic scenarios.

Even though she could hear everyone's thoughts, she never expressed her opinion, remaining quiet like a doll.

The only time she took the initiative to express her opinion was simply to gain praise from Su Ming.

With a wave of the hand.

Evil thoughts take root in people's hearts, blooming into extremely beautiful, bewitching, and bizarre flowers of evil on this barren and cracked land.

Meanwhile, the massive mass of malevolent energy in mid-air, with countless black tentacles entwined and rooted itself, transformed into an astonishingly large flower bud, which began to bloom little by little.

The murky sky above was riddled with holes, like a series of deep wells.

Countless long-suppressed evil thoughts, which had been tried to be imprisoned by the world, silently overflowed from the void.

That is, at this very moment.

A shocking change has occurred on Earth.

It's not a natural disaster, but rather a series of man-made calamities.

Xu Qinghe's doomsday line is also unique.

In her doomsday timeline, destiny became Su Ming, and she was moving closer to them.

Natural disasters may not occur, but man-made calamities will.

A worker who was still working overtime was full of complaints, but for the sake of his life and family, he had to endure it and suppress all his anger in his heart.

But just as his evil thoughts were about to erupt, a violent and insane idea suddenly broke through his reason and ruthlessly took over his mind.

He shuddered violently, and the weariness in his eyes was completely covered by a surge of bloodlust.

"Hold."

He overturned the computer, his eyes red, and rushed out, yelling, "You son of a bitch, I'm going to chop you up!"

He rushed out of the office building, hopped on his bicycle, and raced ten kilometers without a care in the world, crashing into his boss's house and chopping him into mincemeat.

Blood was everywhere, and the place was a mess.

After doing all this, the out-of-control anger suddenly subsided.

The man stood frozen in place, staring blankly at his blood-stained hands and the mess before him. Overwhelmed by immense regret, he was instantly consumed by it all.

Although this idea has come up countless times.

But this was just a thought; he had only dared to think about it in his mind before.

But when evil thoughts are amplified, reason is stripped away, and the thought becomes reality, he is left with only boundless bewilderment and collapse.

A feeling of regret welled up from the bottom of his heart.

That night, he wasn't the only one who lost control.

Countless people in the world are controlled by evil thoughts that have been suppressed in their hearts for many years, and have broken free from their reason.

"Brother, don't be impulsive. Impulsiveness is the devil."

"My sister-in-law and I were just watching cartoons in the room, believe me."

On the wide road, a private car suddenly went out of control, like a steel beast breaking free of its shackles, and crashed violently into the crowd.

The crowd scattered and fled, screams and cries rose and fell, and in an instant they were smashed to pieces, with casualties everywhere.

The driver gripped the steering wheel tightly, his eyes bloodshot, and repeatedly screamed, "Die! Die, all of you!"

The wife stabbed her husband to death, saying, "I've put up with you for so long."

The student punched the teacher's head repeatedly, smashing it: "Why is everything I do targeted?"

The dying patient, his eyes red, clung to the doctor's neck, screaming desperately, "I don't want to die! I don't want to die! Save me! You have to save me!"

At 10,000 meters altitude, the passenger plane was flying smoothly, but the captain was looking at the approaching mountain peaks, leisurely lighting a cigarette, with a twisted sense of pleasure in his eyes: "It's worth it, so many people are with me."

All aspects of human nature and all kinds of evil thoughts emerge from the ground.

The most dangerous part is the border defense lines of various countries.

The soldiers stationed there had bloodshot eyes and bulging veins as they stared intently at the opposing garrison, their hearts filled with a ferocious urge to fight, which surged and roared incessantly.

Their deeply ingrained sense of duty and discipline effectively restrained their uncontrollable impulses.

They are enduring, forcibly suppressing the evil that is growing wildly in their hearts.

A soldier's duty is to obey orders, not to act on his own.

Xu Qinghe stared at Lan Xing with a look of utter confusion and bewilderment.

Chaos abounds in the world, and man-made disasters are rampant.

Ordinary people all lose control and are swayed by their own thoughts to do evil.

The anticipated complete collapse and global chaos ultimately did not occur.

She didn't quite understand.

Why did she release all her evil thoughts?

The world is in chaos.

However, it did not meet my expectations.

On the contrary, it is those in high positions who hold power and are in charge of the overall situation.

Even with bloodshot eyes, turbulent emotions, and endless malice, he still maintained his rationality, forcibly stabilized order, tried his best to suppress chaos, and worked hard to control the overall situation.

"Why endure it?"

"That's so hypocritical. Why can't you just follow your heart?"

Xu Qinghe roared in the world of people's hearts, which was not what she had expected.

In her heart.

She firmly believes that human nature is inherently evil.

Human nature is inherently evil.

All kindness, tolerance, and restraint in the world are disguises, self-deceiving hypocrisy.

The lively atmosphere of the street barbecue stalls has long been replaced by chaos. Tables and chairs are overturned, people are fighting each other, and screams and cries fill the air.

Chen Zhiwei held a can of ice-cold beer, her eyes slightly red.

Yu Mengnian was also affected.

But her influence was more detached and indifferent, and she became increasingly out of touch with the world.

"It must have been Xu Qinghe who did it."

Chen Zhiwei pointed to her chest: "There's an uncontrollable thought surfacing wildly in my heart."

She looked up at the chaotic street, a faint self-deprecating smile playing on her lips: "Actually, I really want to be like them."

So this was Chen Zhiwei's deepest thought.

She had always wanted to be like them, but she had always suppressed that thought.

"But that won't work~"

She tilted her head back and downed the ice-cold beer, letting out a satisfying "ha!"

"Can you hear me?"

"There's a voice inside me saying, 'Human nature is inherently evil.'"

"It should be Xu Qinghe's voice."

She said sarcastically, "She ultimately can't distinguish between evil thoughts and evil actions."

"Look at those people who are trying to mediate with red eyes, are they hypocritical?"

"If one can truly feign virtue for a lifetime, can it still be considered feigned virtue?"

"The power of the world has always been in the hands of a very small number of people."

"Regardless of their personal morality, these people's willpower and mental fortitude are absolutely top-notch."

"In times of chaos, composure is needed; in times of upheaval, foresight is required."

"This is the fundamental reason why ordinary people have no right to take control of the overall situation."

"She underestimates humanity too much."

Xu Qinghe raised her head and said with a smile, "They are the same."

At the headquarters of the Bureau of Abnormalities, Zhou Zhengyang's roar grew even louder.

"You all better keep your minds focused."

"Make it clear to me what you should and shouldn't do."

"Anyone who dares to act recklessly, I'll be the first to kill them."

"Damn it, why are you glaring at me with those red eyes?"

"If you're not convinced, let's fight one-on-one!"

at the same time.

Cheng Yao huddled in the closed wardrobe, her back pressed tightly against the cold cabinet, clutching a sharp knife tightly in her hand, her eyes bloodshot.

The entire audience of fans went completely out of control.

Even her assistant tried to stab her to death with a knife.

However, she turned the tables and killed him.

"Calm down, calm down." She forced herself to calm down.

Outside the wardrobe, chaotic footsteps echoed back and forth, accompanied by frenzied roars.

Those fans who once idolized and adored her are now filled with greed and fanaticism.

If they discover this, the consequences will be unimaginable.

What should we do in this situation?

Fear and violence intertwined, constantly eroding Cheng Yao's rationality.

The bloodshot color in her eyes intensified.

In dire straits, only a fight to the death will suffice.

Take a deep breath, calm your panic, and wait for the right opportunity.

The moment a footstep stopped in front of the wardrobe door, the door was suddenly pulled open.

A cold glint flashed, and the fan clutched his neck and slowly collapsed, his eyes gradually being overtaken by fear as the fanaticism and greed in them were replaced by terror.

Even in his dying moments, he only caught a glimpse of a pair of blood-stained eyes, their chilling, overwhelming killing intent emanating from them, as if a god of death had descended upon the world.

The press conference, which was once packed with people and adored by stars, was instantly turned into a bloody killing field.

An hour later.

Cheng Yao was wearing an exquisite and luxurious haute couture gown, but the dress was stained with blood.

She sat quietly at the entrance of the press conference, her posture upright, a cigarette resting between her fingers.

Behind them lay a raging inferno, mountains of corpses and seas of blood, a scene of utter devastation and deathly silence.

Outside the press conference, countless people had gathered.

They all looked at Cheng Yao with red eyes.

That wasn't greed, it was fear.

Her red lips parted slightly, and she slowly exhaled a puff of white mist.

Cheng Yao raised her eyes, coldly sweeping her gaze across the crowd, and uttered a single, soft word: "Get lost."

As the word fell, the overwhelming killing intent behind him quickly solidified, transforming into a crimson, powerful wave of energy that swept across the surrounding area.

The onlookers screamed and ran for their lives.

Lizhi Hotel, Pingjiang City.

A brand new poster quietly appeared on the empty metal frame.

The poster is a traditional Chinese wedding photo.

The groom's figure was blurry and indistinct, making it difficult to discern his features, while the bride's outline became increasingly clear.

When the wind blows, the bride's red veil in the poster seems to sway gently.

Unknown deep sea area.

A huge whirlpool has appeared in the area where the Ovation of the Deep Sea sank.

As the whirlpool spun, the seawater gradually turned blood red, as if something was reviving.