The casualties had been confirmed: over three thousand dead and more than ten thousand injured.
"Bastard! What is he trying to do?" You Xin snarled through clenched teeth.
The Human Body Spontaneous Combustion Phrase—You Xin had personally confirmed it. It absolutely should not have been on that script.
"When I heard that sentence, it struck me as especially abrupt. Its content was something nobody would normally mention. Unless someone saw or heard it, they basically wouldn't think of it on their own," You Xin said.
Hua Yin said, "There's no doubt about it. This is the Firemoth. Aether deliberately spread it!"
That sentence had no business being in the television program's script. You Xin could clearly feel that the sentences before and after it didn't connect. Someone had deliberately inserted the trigger phrase, and the host had been an idiot, reading it straight through.
Since it was only one sentence—a sentence that would ignite anyone who thought of it, whoever they were—
Then there was no doubt that the so-called Firemoth was simply a sheet of paper, parchment, or something similar that recorded the sentence. It might even just be preserved in someone's memory. To use it, all they had to do was unlock that memory.
Spreading it was even simpler: all they had to do was make people read or see it.
Unless they were illiterate, everyone's mind would automatically run through the sentence once, and then they would spontaneously combust.
Those who remembered the sentence but didn't realize it would ignite them were fine. Their attention would easily be drawn away by other matters, and after putting out the fire, they wouldn't think of the sentence again, so it wouldn't recur.
But people like You Xin, who kept dwelling on it, would keep relapsing.
"If this thing spreads,