Countdown 168:00:00. "Qing Chen! Qing Chen! Wake up! What's wrong with you?"
"Don't scare me... Xiao Qi, get Big Yu over here to save him!" Yang Yang's anxious voice rang out. Even she, usually so lively and carefree, had been frightened by Qing Chen's condition. Qing Chen lay unconscious on the bed, coughing blood, the front of his clothes stained red. Yang Yang could not see the roomful of ghosts Qing Chen had brought back from the amusement park.
But she could see the mental force field within Qing Chen's body. It had gone from one to more than seven hundred, and they were still increasing one by one. Every ten seconds, another appeared. When she had touched Qing Chen just now, she had felt his shoulder and arm, both shattered by fractures. It hurt too much. Yang Yang could not even imagine what Qing Chen had gone through to suffer such severe injuries. Qing Chen stood in the room, watching Yang Yang call out to him.
He looked at Duke of Silver beside him. "When the split personalities reached six hundred and sixty, the mental contamination entered an even deeper level. Because his mental will was too scattered, all of us lost control of that body. Even Qing Chen himself couldn't control it."
At that moment, the speaker looked into the mirror, only to discover that the person reflected there was not Qing Chen, but Kamiyo Yunhe.
Whether Kamiyo Yunhe or Duke of Silver, they were nothing more than stray thoughts in Qing Chen's heart—ghosts Qing Chen himself had imagined under mental contamination. Among the crowd were soldiers from the Kingdom of Roosevelt, members of gangs from northern cities, Qing Huai, and enemies from his past. Old soldiers killed enemies on the battlefield, yet after returning home, they could