"Who I am isn't important."
Meeting Old Madman's horrified gaze, Lin Yu said leisurely, "What matters is... who are you?"
"Who am I?"
Old Madman stared blankly at Lin Yu. His eyes, which had only just regained their clarity, became clouded and lost once more.
"Who am I..."
Old Madman lowered his head, mumbling to himself in a crazed daze.
"Who am I... I am—"
Before he could finish, his pupils contracted sharply. He suddenly raised his head, his eyes bloodshot as he roared:
"They're dead, all dead! I'm the only one left..."
"Bones stretch endlessly, mountains of corpses, seas of blood—he's here, he's here again!"
Old Madman waved his arms about, crying and laughing as though he had completely returned to his previous madness.
Seeing this, Lin Yu's expression froze before he sighed in frustration.
"This isn't how this was supposed to go!"
"By all rights, after a little guidance from me, this old madman should have remembered his identity. Why is he only getting crazier..."
Nonsense!
If talking people through trauma worked, wouldn't those ancient Holy Lands and aristocratic families have long since awakened him by reminding him of the past?
Hearing Lin Yu's quiet muttering, Ye Fan rolled his eyes inwardly and could not help complaining to himself.
Lin Yu paid no attention to Ye Fan's reaction. He studied Old Madman thoughtfully.
He discovered that although this fellow was acting insane, every movement remained remarkably restrained. Even during his most deranged moments, he had not dared step even a single pace closer to Lin Yu.
This showed that beneath his mad mind, some rationality tied to his survival instinct still remained.
"He's afraid of me. That means he can still be saved..."
A faint smile appeared on Lin Yu's face. He glanced at Old Madman and said