Chu Xing changed his position to make himself more comfortable, and looked at Linghu Lan with a hint of mockery.
He did have some feelings for this handsome yet wicked boy, but unfortunately they were on different sides.
What I mean is, threatening me with my life won't work!
Linghu Lan approached him, her dark eyes swirling like vortexes. "What is the true meaning of this world? Did the people of this world ever exist in the real world?"
Chu Xing sneered: "The true meaning of this world is death, extinction!"
die!
Linghu Lan's heart tightened, and she instinctively felt something surging from her mind, but it lacked that last bit of strength and stopped abruptly.
She looked up and stared intently at Chu Xing, not missing a single expression on his face.
"Death occurs in every world, so why is death in this world different from others?"
"Hahahaha!" Chu Xing laughed wildly. "I really have to admire you. This world is truly unique because it exists solely for death. If the outside world is the human realm, then this is hell. But look, isn't hell much better than the human realm?"
"There's nothing good about it!" Linghu Lan stood up and looked at Chu Xing coldly.
Upon waking, Zhang Yang's arrogant and wicked face cracked slightly. He looked angry, seemingly unconvinced by Linghu Lan's words, waiting for her to finish so he could find a loophole to refute her.
Linghu Lan continued, "Even if no outsiders break in, this world will reset after a certain period of time, and everything will start all over again, right? If my guess is true, this world is just a monotonous, repetitive system that gives the people inside a mirage-like illusion, making them think they are living a good life. In reality, everyone is just a puppet that repeats fixed steps at a certain time. Don't you feel that you are committing a grave sin by controlling people in this way?"
"Ha! How arrogant! You only know one side of the story. How do you know they don't want to be controlled? The outside world is evil, while this place is a sacred place that carries people's souls. They can do whatever they want. Everyone has their own preferred identity. They never have to worry about daily necessities, nor are they afraid of illness, aging, or even death. They are forever eighteen years old. What's wrong with that?"
Bai Yu stared silently at Chu Xing, as if looking at a stranger. He suddenly said coldly, "Soul imprisonment? Are you paper dolls?"
Chu Xing was stunned for a moment, staring at Bai Yu in disbelief. He had watched his brain being reprogrammed countless times, so it was impossible for him to remember anything before he came in, let alone know the term "paper doll," unless his memory was slowly returning.
He kept his mouth tightly shut, no longer speaking, afraid that if he said another word, he would reveal more information.
Bai Yu gave Chu Xing a deep look, and the belief in his mind that Chu Xing was his childhood friend was slowly crumbling.
His memory had not returned, but some words were deeply ingrained and engraved in his memory. Once someone triggered that point, those deeply hidden pieces of information would suddenly pop out of his mind.
The term "paper doll" was practically etched into his mind; it was very important, extremely important.
Linghu Lan was extremely nervous.
She had heard the term "paper doll" several times from Sheng Hong and Ye Qingluo.
I didn't quite understand the meaning of this word before, but now it clearly has a deeper meaning.
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