The Target of the Confession (16)

The phantom flickered and vanished, so fast it seemed like a trick of the eye.

"You need to find the person controlling you now and kill them. Then it will all be over," Ye Qing pointed to the man lying on the ground. "Plunge the knife into his heart, and you'll be pulled back to that person. Then, use the knife in your hand to stab that person's heart. That's it."

The woman gripped the knife in her hand and looked at the man.

Her expression was unpredictable.

"Kill him... will he die?" the woman asked.

"If you can kill the person controlling you, they won't die," Ye Qing's tone was calm.

The man said, "Miss Hou, please do it. I believe in you. This is also what I... what I should do. If it weren't for me..."

The woman slowly shook her head. "If it weren't for you, it would be the same. If it weren't for you, they might not have acted so quickly..."

Her voice trailed off at the end. She didn't stand up, but instead crawled on her knees to the man's head, her hands gripping the knife and aiming for his left chest.

The knife blade was different now, faintly glowing red.

The woman gritted her teeth, her once delicate features contorted into a grimace.

"Jianing..." the middle-aged woman called out.

The middle-aged man turned his head, holding his breath.

"Hou Jianing, hurry up. The longer you delay, the more blood they lose," Ye Qing said. "Hold the knife tight, don't let go, not at any time."

The woman nodded vigorously.

"Do it," the man said, opening his eyes to gaze at the woman, his expression full of encouragement.

The woman trembled, raised her hand, and brought it down sharply.

Like cutting through tofu, the