The Evil Spirit's Weakness

At the same time, the situation on the Tenth Floor reached a critical point.

"Create a second evil spirit? Are you joking?"

Huangfu Jiajia stared at Fang Shenyan's solemn face, too shocked by the idea to speak.

She paced back and forth in the bathroom before finally refusing him firmly:

"That would do us nothing but harm. It's practically suicide. Absolutely not!"

Sitting on the edge of the bathtub, Fang Shenyan reached into the bloody water and lifted the corpse's right hand.

The slender, deathly pale wrist was as smooth as white jade. Only the streak of blood on it drew his attention.

He studied the cut used to drain the blood and replied softly without turning around:

"Why not?

If I can create a second evil spirit, it will fight the first and buy me time.

If I can't create it, that will confirm that the evil spirit's origin isn't here, and I can look further back for clues.

Far from doing us nothing but harm, this would do us nothing but good."

For a moment, Huangfu Jiajia almost found herself swayed by his words.

But a moment later, she realized the crucial flaw in his theory and challenged him:

"What good would looking further back do? I already told you that the way out lies with me. I have to survive."

Fang Shenyan lowered the corpse's hand, turned to face her, and gave a cold laugh.

"The way out lies with you?

Unless I'm mistaken, I'm the one looping, not space and time, right up until the moment before your death.

And the moment you die is also the moment the evil spirit is born.

That means I can use this to uncover the evil spirit's true origin without bringing you back to life.

That is the true