My inner alarm bells rang, and I was overcome by a sense of helplessness.
We could compromise on the other conditions, but there was no way we could agree to let the demon have Ye Qing's soul.
In this situation, there was no room for negotiation.
The demon had appeared and told me all this, making it clear that it had nothing to fear.
My earlier guess might have been right. It couldn't kill me directly. It couldn't kill people—or perhaps it couldn't destroy a soul outright, either. But it had far too many other methods at its disposal.
The demon said nothing more and soon disappeared.
I watched the Ni family lose their minds. In just a few minutes, they had become unhinged, no longer resembling normal people.
There had been no warning signs, nor any supernatural phenomena like yin energy or sinister energy. It was as if they'd simply been scared out of their wits—in other words, they'd been frightened into madness.
The police and ambulances arrived soon after. The Ni family members refused to cooperate at all. They mumbled incoherently, flailed their arms and legs, and struggled desperately.
In the end, the ambulance crew contacted the Mingqing Psychiatric Hospital. Only after the hospital staff brought over professional restraints were they able to get the Ni family members onto the ambulance.
I felt exhausted, body and soul. People around us chattered among themselves, full of astonishment.
Chen Aihua was the only one still in his right mind. Looking completely lost, he was taken away by the medical staff as well to deal with the aftermath.
"...I knew it all along. The eldest son of the Chen family is henpecked and useless. His wife throws a fit, cries, and threatens to hang herself, and he can't do a thing