The eerie Headless Door God craved slaughter, and the threads of blood on the door greedily demanded blood from the Investigators. The newcomers gathered around the Blood Gate had only one way to survive: push it open before they were drained dry.
"Push harder! Unleash your strongest will to survive! Open the door and live!"
Every newcomer who had survived this far in the Strange Tale had been handpicked by Xia Yang. Killing them would have been easy. He was simply conducting a brutal selection process in his own way.
After successive ordeals of fear, death, and Strange Tales, their mental resilience had improved greatly. More importantly, the seeds Xia Yang had planted in their hearts had taken root and sprouted.
Xia Yang's black-and-white photo possessed an extremely rare ability: it could paint a Black-and-White Posthumous Photo of a living person's soul. Just as the Shadow World enslaved ghosts, Xia Yang could control souls this way.
The Shadow World could make reality abnormal, and Xia Yang could twist normal people, constantly provoking and amplifying the obsessions buried deep within them.
"Push harder! I'm going to be eaten! I'm going to be eaten!" One newcomer had been squeezed to the very front, his body almost pressed against the door. His hands had "grown" into the door panel, and countless threads of blood burrowed into his body, dragging him toward it inch by inch.
Smack!
The newcomer's cheek pressed against the door. Countless threads of blood flooded his eyes and ears, and he let out an agonized scream. But it lasted only a few seconds before his expression grew dazed, as though the door had swallowed all his emotions.
"Fuck! Hold on! Keep thinking about your obsessions! Don't forget your connection to reality! Dig up your deepest memories!" He Yi wanted to