By Lu Xin's side, there were already one dead person after another.
Their faces had turned deathly pale, and their gazes were cold and crazed.
They were clearly already dead, but when their emotions became so agitated, Lu Xin saw the changes taking place in them. He saw one pale, translucent soul after another struggling to crawl out of their bodies, like cicadas shedding their shells.
These souls looked exactly like their injured bodies.
Only, within those cold gazes, some kind of hatred was burning like a wildfire.
At the same time, their bodies began to undergo distortions bit by bit.
Their eye sockets sank deeply, their hands and feet grew long and thin, drifting lightly in the surrounding wind as they trembled.
"When the fact that they're already dead is exposed, they turn into Mental Monsters?"
Lu Xin knew what he should do at this moment. He did not let his emotions affect him, instead taking in all the changes in these people, observing and recording them one by one. At the same time, he slowly summarized and sorted out the logic in his mind:
"And they develop intense hatred and a tendency to attack the person who says they're dead."
"The Mental Monsters' mental levels aren't very high. It looks like each one is around two or three hundred..."
"No, they don't seem to exist individually..."
"They're affecting each other. Their levels are increasing, as if they're merging into the same kind of Mental Monster..."
"A Mental Monster filled with hatred and pain, and... attachment..."
"What is this supposed to be, a cultivation chamber?"
"..."
Lu Xin's expression tightened slightly as he raised his head.
These Mental Monsters—or rather, the pale mental entities that had crawled out of the rotting corpses—all distorted the air around them. When