The Monster Lu Xin in the Old Building (A Two-in-One Chapter)

When the ornate, impractical swords pierced his body and memories, the strange and violent conflict within Lu Xin suddenly quieted. Even the hands that had desperately thrust outward, stretching his skin as they emerged, became still.

Countless swords were embedded in him, and blood ran down their hilts, gathering into a stream at his feet.

Within that stream, even more black threads began to grow.

The threads crawled all over his body, stitching his lips shut and sewing his eyes closed.

Trapped inside the cage of his memories, he had lost all contact with the outside world.

At that moment, his mental power spread unconsciously, gradually merging with Teacher Lu's mental power.

The hazy, dreamlike sounds of laughter and play began to spread without end, becoming increasingly real.

Throughout Qinggang Satellite City No. 2, everyone seemed to see children darting through the shadows.

They laughed happily, as if they were basking in the sunlight.

Yet the happier they laughed, the more oppressive guilt filled the air.

That guilt was enough to drown all reason and memory.

At the same time, Number Eight stood guard in front of Teacher Lu.

His black suit and white shirt were stained red with blood, as if great crimson flowers were blooming across them.

His hands trembled, and the Sword of Judgment tucked inside his suit was trembling as well.

It seemed to be urging him to strike at the girl before him and bring the judgment to an end.

But Number Eight merely held his briefcase and stood there rigidly.

Wounds kept opening across his face and forehead, blooming one after another like cracks in porcelain.

"Why me?"

He muttered to himself, his eyes unfocused. "Why did he leave me behind?"

"Number Nine, Number Nine, didn't you want to stop me?"

"Why