Zhou Qingfeng chuckled softly: "Fang Xiu, you are a smart man, but do you know what the biggest flaw of smart men is? It is that they never easily trust others."
I plucked the strings of fate, setting up all sorts of schemes: the Green Hill Mental Hospital, the playing cards, the burial ground—all of this was to nurture you and constantly remind you that I am you.
I know you're smart, so I was sure you wouldn't believe it, but you still fell for it.
How can you be sure that my hints were meant to convince you that you are Zhou Qingfeng, and not to imply that you are not actually Zhou Qingfeng?
Zhou Qingfeng's words were convoluted, but Fang Xiu instantly understood their meaning, and his pupils suddenly contracted.
"The message you've been trying to convey is... I am not Zhou Qingfeng!"
"Smart." Zhou Qingfeng praised, "You are a crucial pawn, so it's very difficult for such a being to tamper with things under its watchful eye. It's impossible for it not to notice that you have an additional consciousness within you."
I waited a long time, and finally got an opportunity to strip away the part of myself that hates the supernatural while that being is asleep. I must strip away the hatred, otherwise I will not be able to carry out the nationwide supernaturalization if I am full of hatred.
It erased all self-awareness from the hate entity and merged it into your body, in case that being awakens and notices something is wrong.
In short, this step will not do you any harm, because the hateful entity has no self-awareness. On the contrary, it will greatly benefit you by strengthening your consciousness.
Otherwise, how do you think you could look directly at a demon god without your consciousness collapsing when you were still an ordinary person?
That's because you have a portion of a seventh-tier powerhouse's consciousness supporting you!
In order to revive this part of your consciousness, I have been hinting to you that you are Zhou Qingfeng.
But as a smart person, you will never believe the answers others give you. The more I say you are, the more convinced you will be that you are not!
And what I want is for you to believe that you are not!
Only in this way can the consciousness of the hatred entity realize that you are not its true form, and thus awaken from within you!
At this moment, Fang Xiu fully understood Zhou Qingfeng's plan. As expected of a top expert of the previous generation, a person who survived the severing of the heaven and earth and faced the strange god directly, a former destiny.
He is the complete opposite of the current Heavenly Mandate Yang Ming; one doesn't use his brain, while the other uses his brain to the extreme.
At this moment, Fang Xiu fell silent.
It turns out that the Qingshan Mental Hospital wasn't targeting Yang Ming, but rather them.
No wonder, it's such a coincidence that Qingshan Mental Hospital happened to be located in my workplace.
Zhou Qingfeng's letter was written to himself from beginning to end.
Every step I've taken has been marked by Zhou Qingfeng's presence: the letter from Qingshan Mental Hospital... the specially left safety passage... Zhou Qingfeng's photo... the Gate to the Other Shore... the Poker Card Organization's perfect eerie potion... the Primordial Mask... the Ghost Train... the Graveyard... the Burial Ground... the Heart of Forbidden Ghosts... the Child of Angels!
It was Zhou Qingfeng who guided his own destiny step by step onto the path he had designed.
It's no wonder Zhou Qingfeng knew exactly how many times he had died and rewound, because part of his consciousness had already merged with his own.
Everything he knew, including the memories from each time the game was rewound, was made known to Zhou Qingfeng as the consciousness of the hatred entity revived.
So it turns out... everything was planned.
"It seems you understand completely now. As I said before, fate is predetermined, whether it is the fate of the world or yours."
No one can escape fate!
Fang Xiu did not reply; his fair face was devoid of any emotion, only a shadow hung down over him.
After a long while, he slowly raised his head and asked a question.
"So... my hatred was also fake?"
"Otherwise what?"
In that instant, Fang Xiu seemed to fall into a deathly silence.
Fake!
It's all fake!
He knew very well that Zhou Qingfeng was explaining the plan to him in order to break his spirit and thus accelerate the possession of his body.
In fact, Fang Xiu didn't care that everything was designed by Zhou Qingfeng through the power of fate; after all, it was helping him to strengthen his own power.
Even if he fell into Zhou Qingfeng's trap and his consciousness was split, he didn't care.
But the only thing he cared about... was that the hatred was fake!
This truly touched Fang Xiu's heart. To him, everything could be fake, whether it was himself or the world, but hatred was the only thing that could not be fake, because it was the only motivation that kept him alive.
His sole purpose in life was to inflict pain on the supernatural and to seek revenge; that was the purpose of his life.
But when hatred becomes false, what is the point of living?
Gradually, Fang Xiu suddenly realized that the hatred he felt for the strange things deep in his heart was getting weaker and weaker.
It was as if some force was peeling away the hatred in his heart. He knew that this was Zhou Qingfeng's hatred body constantly awakening, just like a second personality, awakening and beginning to take over the body.
Soon, he lost control of his neck, mouth, and nose.
Even the memories of Zhou Qingfeng in her mind are increasing, from the moment he was born to the moment he grew up, every frame of the scene is so real that it feels like she experienced it herself.
These memories rushed into Fang Xiu's consciousness like a tsunami, constantly eroding his remaining memories.
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