Oh no! I'm surrounded by female ghosts!

"Su Ming, come with me to Heng'an Middle School."

Yu Mengnian's voice was clear, cold, and firm.

This sentence was something Su Ming earned through his own efforts.

He took a step forward and uttered two words: "I'm not going."

Tang Tang stood excitedly on his shoulder, her eyes full of joy and pride, and shouted to Yu Mengnian opposite her.

"Sister Mengnian, your brother won't go with you. You'd better leave now."

"I will take my brother to Heng'an Middle School."

She tilted her head back, her little face full of determination, and reiterated, "I will personally take my brother to Heng'an Middle School. Don't worry, my brother is very good to me."

No sooner had he finished speaking than Su Ming grabbed Tang Tang's head with his large hand.

With just a gentle pinch, her head exploded.

The exploded head is like time flowing backward, retracing, reorganizing, and restoring.

Su Ming was somewhat puzzled.

Tang Tang, Yu Mengnian, and even the already deceased Shen Wanyu.

They all have one thing in common.

Once severely damaged, a bizarre phenomenon of time reversal will occur.

Moreover, judging from their appearance, they did not show any obvious deformities.

Can't figure it out.

Su Ming simply stopped thinking about it.

He gripped the spine in his hand, exerted force with his wrist, and lashed it out hard.

A deafening roar ripped through the darkness, twisting it into a distorted shape.

He didn't even touch the hem of Yu Mengnian's clothes.

She was too fast.

Unless she is chained up, Su Ming will have little chance of posing a threat to her.

Just as the stalemate was at hand, a figure quietly appeared atop the ruins.

In the blink of an eye, she appeared out of thin air in front of Su Ming.

It was Chen Zhiwei.

She finally appeared.

Without hesitation, Su Ming raised his fist and slammed it down.

The fist, however, passed right through her body.

At this moment, she was like a phantom ghost.

She raised her hand and lightly placed a palm on Su Ming's chest.

The palm of my hand instantly rippled with layers of water.

She wasn't attacking Su Ming's physical body, but his soul.

Su Ming felt a tremor run through his body, and his consciousness became somewhat hazy.

The next second, he heard the creaking of the iron chains.

In contrast, Chen Zhiwei's brows were tightly furrowed, and her eyes were filled with deep doubt and confusion.

Unconvinced, she raised her hand again and pushed forward with her palm facing outward.

This time, half of her arm pierced through Su Ming's chest.

As a result, apart from being somewhat disoriented, Su Ming was not affected in the slightest.

The doubt in Chen Zhiwei's eyes deepened.

The hand that had reached into his chest clenched its five fingers, squeezed inwards fiercely, and then pulled outwards sharply.

The result was the same.

Nothing was pulled out.

Instead, Su Ming stared at her suspiciously: "What are you doing?"

"It's quite comfortable?"

"Want a few more?"

Chen Zhiwei didn't speak, but just frowned.

"If you don't come, it's my turn."

Seeing that Chen Zhiwei remained silent, Su Ming threw a few more punches at her.

But the fist couldn't touch Chen Zhiwei at all.

Until, several black iron chains rose from the ground.

Chen Zhiwei quickly retreated.

Even she dared not touch these black iron chains.

Su Ming looked around.

Everyone except Wen Qi and the already deceased Shen Wanyu was present.

So he grabbed the sugar candy off his shoulder and threw it away.

Like throwing a discus, it traversed the entire ruins, smashing through layers of broken walls, kicking up clouds of dust along the way.

A few seconds later, Tangtang reappeared.

She looked at Su Ming with a pitiful expression, hesitant to approach him.

Su Ming asked, his tone inquisitive.

"I'm curious?"

"Why do you insist on taking me to Heng An Middle School?"

"I'll go to that place sooner or later, but not now."

Since you can't figure it out.

The best way is to ask directly.

Yu Mengnian's cool voice rang out again, without any concealment.

"Wen Qi asked us to take you back."

"Wen Qi?" Su Ming raised an eyebrow slightly.

Tangtang, who was standing nearby, immediately chimed in, "Brother, Sister Wenqi said you've been corrupted and need purification."

"So we have to take you back to Heng An Middle School."

"Any later, and you will be completely distorted and become a new source of pollution."

Tang Tang's words left Su Ming speechless.

He stared at himself, mouth agape, "Am I contaminated? Will I become a new source of pollution?"

"You've got it backwards."

They were the ones who received some unknown knowledge and became completely new people.

How come I'm the one who gets corrupted when it comes to their mouths?

"Brother, pollution happens gradually and subtly."

"Sister Wenqi said that the most obvious form of pollution is distortion, physical distortion."

"But that's not the biggest pollution."

"The real pollution is the mind."

"To accept all pollution with the clearest mind."

"This kind of clarity is the most insane product."

"Brother, come with me to Heng'an Middle School."

"This isn't self-elevation; it's self-destruction."

The worry in Tangtang's eyes didn't seem fake.

But she really confused Su Ming.

"Wait a minute." Su Ming raised his hand. "What do I look like now?"

He seemed to have grasped the crux of the problem.

But you need to get verified.

Tang Tang stared at him intently and described him carefully, word by word: "Eight meters tall, holding a terrifying spine in his hand, his head is a huge eyeball, and his body is filled with eerie whispers."

The description is fairly detailed.

Su Ming reverted to his original handsome young man appearance, then pointed to himself and asked again, "And now?"

Tangtang spent a long time organizing her thoughts before she finally spoke.

"It's even more terrifying now."

"It's like a bloated mountain of flesh, covered with countless twisted and overlapping faces, its surface covered with eyeballs of all sizes, and dozens of sticky, disgusting tentacles spreading out from beneath it."

Su Ming was stunned on the spot.

He immediately took out a mirror and looked at himself.

A handsome face appeared in the mirror.

That's how I look when I'm at my most handsome, no problem.

So he looked up again, pointed into the darkness, and asked, "Tell me, what did you see?"

Tang Tang replied, "It's night, eternal night."

"Brother, only when you receive healing can this eternal darkness end."

Su Ming pointed to the pseudo-group of people repeating their actions from before their deaths: "What about them?"

Tang Tang replied, "Brother, they are all ordinary people. After being influenced by you, they underwent a mutation."

"There are many awakened ones who are trying to kill you."

"Brother, let's go back to Heng'an Middle School."

"Sister Wen Qi has been trying to find a way to treat you."

Su Ming silently looked at Yu Mengnian and Chen Zhiwei.

Although they didn't speak, they nodded, which was considered as acknowledging Tang Tang's statement.

I understand now.

Su Ming finally understood.

In Yu Mengnian's eyes.

The end of the world is of our own making.

He is the biggest source of pollution.

They were so eager to get themselves into Heng'an Middle School in order to heal themselves.

Everything has been turned upside down.

Their perceptions, their memories, and all their judgments about the world are completely misaligned and reversed.

The "soberness" that Tangtang mentioned probably refers to themselves.

It was they who experienced cognitive distortion, not Su Ming.

Shen Wanyu was the only exception.

She relied on her absolute self-control to barely break free from the shackles of cognitive reversal and retain her last bit of clarity, which is why she was determined to die.

This stage play.

The script Su Ming received wasn't for a great hero who saves the world.

He was given the script of a big boss who wreaks havoc on the world and breeds disasters.

No wonder, it always felt like they hadn't changed at all, yet it also felt like they had undergone a complete transformation.

It turns out that what changed from beginning to end was never their appearance, but their distorted and twisted perceptions.