Oh no! I'm surrounded by female ghosts!

"Su Ming, I'm going to kill you."

Cheng Yao grabbed Su Ming by the neck, shouting the most vicious words, but the force in her hand had no killing power whatsoever.

Su Ming glanced at her indifferently: "Before, you called me 'Your Majesty' so often that my heart trembled. Now you're calling me by my full name."

Hearing his words, Cheng Yao angrily grabbed his neck and shook him violently.

"Back then, I called you 'King,' didn't you realize that?"

"It's all for survival."

She loosened her grip slightly, her voice low and hoarse as if it had been worn by wind and sand, the bloodshot in her eyes fading, leaving only vicissitudes and bitterness.

"I came from a poor family, but God blessed me with an extremely beautiful appearance."

"You know, beauty is not a gift to someone like me who has nothing, but a curse."

"Su Ming, you have no idea how difficult it is for me to live a good life."

"A life lived on is a life of mere existence."

Su Ming pursed his lips slightly, choosing not to provoke Cheng Yao any further.

He had read Cheng Yao's personal profile and knew about the hardships she had endured along the way.

Whether she was driven to murderous intent in the old world or adrift and struggling in the new world.

Having spent half my life seeking nothing more than "living," from beginning to end, all I've ever wanted is to "live."

When God gives you stunning beauty but also a poor family background, this cruel combination will make you understand how hypocritical people can be and how ugly desires can be.

Cheng Yao grew up in this kind of environment.

Without a certain degree of cunning and ruthlessness, he would have been devoured long ago, leaving no trace of his remains.

The most remarkable thing about her life wasn't the movies she acted in, but that she turned her own life into a play.

A major production titled "Live Well".

Not only must we live, but we must live well.

Clearly, she was just a hair's breadth away from succeeding.

He almost became a pillar of support for himself, growing into a towering pine tree.

It was just a tiny bit off.

Throughout her life, she held fast to her one unwavering belief: "No one can help me achieve my lofty ambitions; I will brave the snow to reach the mountain peak myself."

Some people are born into privilege, enjoying a life of luxury and a smooth road ahead.

"There are also some people who have exhausted all their strength just to stay alive."

"Su..." Cheng Yao paused slightly.

The murderous intent emanating from her dissipated, like autumn wind sweeping away fallen leaves.

"Your Majesty."

The familiar call, lingering and tender, twisting and turning.

Seeing the goosebumps on Su Ming's neck, Cheng Yao smiled slightly, then released her grip on his neck and gently placed her hands on his broad back.

"So you like hearing people call you that."

The sudden transformation of the God of Slaughter into Daji gave Su Ming goosebumps.

I almost forgot that this woman was a top-notch actress, whose greatest skill was portraying all aspects of life.

With a slight flick of her fingertips, she formed a delicate orchid-like gesture, her eyes sparkling, and a melodious opera tune flowed slowly from her lips.

"All things in the world have their forms, and all things in the mountains and seas possess energy."

"The human heart alone harbors fortune and misfortune, and its subtle changes are hard to predict, like frost creeping in from the shadows."

The singing suddenly became low and subdued, like soft sighs or an indescribable chill.

"The heavens can be measured, the earth can be measured, but the human heart cannot be guarded against."

"The width of the sky can be calculated, and the depth of the earth can be measured."

"The mountains and rivers have clear paths, but selfishness hides a passionate heart."

"Yesterday we met and spoke frankly, today the truth has turned cold as frost."

She looked up into the distance, her eyes desolate, filled with the sorrow of having experienced the vicissitudes of life.

In an instant, the singing suddenly rose, powerful and melodious, with a rhythmic rise and fall.

"Fish in the sea and birds in the sky, can be shot high and fished in deep."

"An arrow bends in the sky to capture a bird in the clouds; a fishing line is cast into the vast sea to catch a giant turtle."

"All living things in the world can be controlled, and all wandering creatures can be caught."

"Everything falls into human traps, but nothing is more dangerous than the human heart harboring a hidden knife."

Her tone suddenly changed. She raised her hand to gently wipe the corner of her eye, her voice filled with sorrow but without tears, her tone both mournful and lingering, her melody both gentle and tender.

"Only when people are face to face can one's true intentions be unpredictable, even when they are close at hand."

"They bow and speak of friendship, yet we are separated by countless reefs."

A smile may not always hold true meaning, and even the softest words can be fraught with hidden dangers.

"Mountains and seas still have clear paths, but the human heart is the most difficult to discern, as it leaves no trace."

Anger, resentment, sorrow, joy—a myriad of emotions flowed in her eyes in an instant, creating an extreme tension that was both mad and moving, making it impossible to look away.

But this heartbreaking drama is far from over.

She suddenly tilted her head back and chuckled softly, then leaned down and whispered in Su Ming's ear, her voice lingering.

"The vastness of heaven and earth can be measured, and all flying and swimming birds and beasts can be summoned."

"The most difficult thing to guard against in human relationships is a selfish heart, which can be more powerful than a raging storm!"

The moment the echo faded, she suddenly raised her voice, and a shout exploded out.

"Your Majesty!"

The sudden high note startled Su Ming.

Cheng Yao twisted his shirt collar with her fingers, looking at him with a mournful gaze, her tone aggrieved and coquettish, the last syllable drawn out: "You... how cruel you are~".

Su Ming nearly stumbled and fell.

What does this have to do with him? He just scolded Cheng Yao a few times; he shouldn't be labeled as "heartless."

However, Su Ming had heard this opera before.

I heard it in 2019.

Cheng Yao sang it when she left, but it wasn't this complete.

"Okay, okay."

Su Ming raised his hands in surrender: "I promise I won't be mean to you anymore, okay?"

"When you get resentful, you're more tormenting than a vengeful ghost."

Cheng Yao covered her mouth, her eyes crinkling with laughter.

She wrapped her arms tightly around Su Ming's neck and asked softly.

"Your Majesty, does this mean I now have a powerful backer?"

Su Ming looked at her, both amused and exasperated: "Please, you're stronger than me now."

"But people still prefer to have someone to rely on."

Cheng Yao hugged him tighter, her cheek pressed against his shoulder and back, and whispered, "And he's the most powerful backer in the whole world."

Just then, a terrifying roar came from the distant battlefield.

That roar, murky, ancient, and violent, carrying with it desolation and deathly silence, shattered the peace of the world.

Then, a long, ancient whisper spread out, becoming the sole main theme of this old world.

Su Ming and Cheng Yao turned around at the same time.

In the vast expanse of heaven and earth, the phantom of a magnificent yet dilapidated ancient city appears.

It is incomplete, with ruins and broken walls everywhere.

Intersecting giant pillars stretch across the sky, while crooked and collapsed buildings hang suspended in the void.

The winding streets and alleys are shrouded in thick fog, and the entire sky hangs upside down, bizarrely defying the laws of nature and exuding an extremely absurd and strange atmosphere.

At the very center of the phantom, a pitch-black crack was slowly spreading and stretching.

Although Xu Qinghe and Chen Zhiwei did their best to suppress it together, the crack continued to grow longer and more obvious.

The next instant, countless thick, sticky tentacles burst out of the crack.

Tentacles continued to widen the cracks, and a colossal head, as majestic as a mountain, slowly emerged from the dark fissures.

It was a giant head that resembled an octopus, covered with layers of old, mottled gray scales.

A pair of deep eyes were sunken into the skull, the orange-red pupils filled with inhuman madness and wisdom.

Countless thick tentacles hung from below its head, coiling and twisting like thousands of giant snakes.

One glance is enough to shatter anyone's reason.

Even Cheng Yao did not feel any killing intent at this moment. Instead, she exuded a sense of despair and collapse, and subconsciously clung tightly to Su Ming's neck.

The old world trembled simultaneously, the earth cracked, and the wind howled.

The distorted, wandering figure clutched its head and screamed madly, causing even the traps of desire scattered everywhere to crumble inch by inch.

The ancient whispers, boundless and endless, grew clearer and heavier, like the crushing weight of ancient mountains, threatening to shatter every inch of this land.

"Is this the city that grew from the sea of ​​human memory?"

Su Ming stared at the blurry yet terrifying giant shadow.

That figure existed between reality and illusion, hovering in the gap between the two, ethereal yet breathtakingly real.

Cheng Yao couldn't see the whole picture; she could only make out the silhouette of that towering, eerie head.

Eighth rank, this is definitely comparable to an eighth rank existence.

He will descend in an anthropomorphic form.

Its terrifying appearance stems from the instinctive fear that has been accumulated by humankind over millions of years.

A gigantic body, bizarre tentacles, humanoid silhouette, and an ancient aura.

All the accumulated fears in human memory are embodied in Him.

This is a product of the ultimate uncanny valley effect.

Almost at the same moment He appeared, huge and strange phantoms appeared one after another in various parts of the old world's sky.

There are humanoid ghost figures with long, slender, twisted bodies and strangely bent limbs.

There was a colossal shadow, floating cross-legged in the void, obscuring the sky and the sun.

There are also eerie spherical phantoms formed by countless piled-up heads.

They are all phantoms; before they have even officially descended into the world, they have already plunged it into a deathly silence.

If Su Ming's guess is correct.

These are the evil gods that Wen Qi spoke of, originating from the human heart.

Evil resides in the human heart, and desire breeds demons. The combined obsessions of millions give birth to these countless evil gods.

Their prototypes can all be found in the idols worshipped by cults in the New World.

As the crack was fully opened, that enormous, ancient being squeezed into the old world.

What Su Ming never expected was...

He vanished the instant He stepped into the old world.

Not only Him, but also the phantom of the ancient city and the whispers filling the sky vanished completely.

It was as if the earth-shattering pressure and terror just now were nothing but a false nightmare.

But Su Ming knew.

He did not disappear.

Instead, it successfully grew out of the sea of ​​human memory.

Yu Mengnian is right.

That sea is not a real sea, but a sea of ​​human memory spanning millions of years.

Xu Qinghe and Chen Zhiwei's joint efforts to stop them ultimately proved futile.

From this moment on...

Humanity's boundless imagination and possibilities have been completely locked up.

This is not an apocalyptic catastrophe, but it is far more desperate and unsolvable than the end of the world.

The one Su Ming just saw was the gatekeeper of the Eternal Silence City in the Deep Sea, and also the ultimate suppressor guarding the Sea of ​​Human Memories.

"The eternally silent city in the deep sea".

Su Ming muttered to himself.

An underwater city, forever slumbering in the sea of ​​human memory, has completely severed all future possibilities.

"What is that?"

Only after all the strange phenomena had dissipated and the world had returned to stillness did Cheng Yao, still shaken, ask the question.

Su Ming shook his head.

All he knew was that the only thing that could threaten or restrain humanity had disappeared.

Yu Mengnian's dream bomb has also lost its original deterrent effect.