To make a smart person live against their own will, even forcing them to spend their entire life as someone else's appendage.
Ji Li understood that ceaseless torment of the soul, because he too had endured the same thing every moment.
When the Third Personality resisted, he had been resisting as well.
People were fundamentally all the same; they merely stood from different perspectives.
But understanding did not mean indulgence. The same thing could happen once, but never twice.
The Third Personality gripped the sharp steel plate. His once fair face was now ashen.
The fat cat lightly stepped on the pointed end of the steel plate with its four soft paw pads, its chubby face carrying the impatience and disdain inherent to cats.
The moment the Raccoon Dog appeared, the Third Personality knew he had made an irreparable mistake.
The personalities' slumber had created a gap in time.
The Second and Third Personalities had not actually participated in many of Ji Li's experiences. The last time they had seen the Raccoon Dog had been during the Fengdu Mission.
So when had the Raccoon Dog been hidden inside the Bronze Ancient Coffin?
The answer should be found in the other party that had appeared alongside the cat.
At that very moment, the Third Personality saw signs of Ji Li's body, which had shattered into seven pieces, reconnecting as though time were flowing backward.
Then, from the roof of the car, a head suddenly rolled inside. It struck the Second Personality, who was standing there, before falling into Ji Li's arms in the back seat.
That head had been forcibly torn from its body. Judging from the jagged cross-section, the act had been especially brutal and cruel.
Yet no blood seeped out. Even the skin around the wound visibly solidified, ultimately