"If you can come, why can't I?" Ji Xiaoxiao raised an eyebrow and asked in return.

"You drugged me and sent me to your older brother Mo Shoucheng's side, but you ended up in this godforsaken place yourself." Ji Xiaoxiao looked around with a sneer on her face. "Your older brother is the underworld king of Hope Base. Mo Chenggui, how come you're doing so poorly? You're a truly pathetic zombie."

Mo Chenggui's eyes darted around. The smooth floor, the white walls, the dazzling lights, the emptiness—if he could, why would he want to live in a hell where he was at the mercy of others? The sky is high enough for birds to fly, and the sea is wide enough for fish to leap; this was the life he wanted.

“I’m doing this for your own good, and besides, Mo Shoucheng isn’t my brother, so don’t listen to his nonsense.” Mo Chenggui shook his head and said with distress.

Ji Xiaoxiao smiled, stopped talking, picked up the surgical scalpel placed to the side, and solemnly began to demonstrate on Mo Chenggui's body.

Mo Chenggui's eyes widened in fury, but after a moment's thought, his gloomy expression cleared, and he said, "Xiaoxiao, you're going to kill me, aren't you?"

Before Ji Xiaoxiao could reply, Mo Chenggui continued, "That day you suddenly stabbed me and fell unconscious. When you woke up, you had no memory of anything. At the time, I couldn't understand it, but now, looking at you, it all makes sense. Xiaoxiao, subconsciously, you wanted me dead, didn't you?"

"Yes, I want you dead!" Ji Xiaoxiao suddenly plunged the knife into Mo Chenggui's body. "Mo Chenggui, aren't you the same way?"

Mo Chenggui's expression changed drastically, his body trembled and the small bed creaked, "Who told you that? Xiaoxiao, don't be fooled."

Ji Xiaoxiao pulled the scalpel out, then plunged it back in, yelling wildly, "Loser, what wouldn't you do for Loser? Mo Chenggui, how could you deceive me? You're all I have left! Even your affection for me is fake, what use are you to me?"

"Loss?" Mo Chenggui muttered to himself in a daze, then suddenly understood and hurriedly said to Ji Xiaoxiao, "Loss, Xiaoxiao, how do you know about loss? Tell me if Mo Shoucheng secretly told you? Xiaoxiao, you must not believe him. If I die, it will not solve anything, but it will only make things worse."

Ji Xiaoxiao's hand, which was tightly gripping the scalpel, stiffened. She couldn't pull it out or insert it, and her firm belief began to waver.

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