"I have no chance to kill you?"
Gao Ming felt that something was very wrong with Xia Yang. His name evoked midsummer and warm sunlight, yet his inner nature seemed like an abyss light could never reach. No one could fathom his true thoughts.
"Fatalism strikes me as ridiculous. I never dwell on the past or believe in the future. All I care about is the present, which I can hold firmly in my hands." Drops of red paint fell from Xia Yang's body, taking his skin with them. He was like a block of ice slowly melting. "Everything proves that you really did see the future. You have the advantage. You can kill me from the other end of time. No matter how I look at it, I have no chance of winning."
"So what are you planning to do?" Gao Ming remained on guard. Anyone else who learned they were being hunted might do everything possible to escape or try to fight back, but Xia Yang was different.
"I want to create a future you've never seen. You won't be able to kill me or shake me off. I'll make you become the new me." Xia Yang's warm smile sent chills down Gao Ming's spine. Most of the skin on his face had already peeled away.
"The patients psychiatrists dread most are those with no insight into their own condition. They have a mental disorder but refuse to admit they're ill. Instead, they try their hardest to convince their doctors and everyone around them to go mad along with them." Gao Ming had seen patients like that before. All he needed to do was avoid thinking about what they said.
"Madmen only spout nonsense. I'm different." Xia Yang's body melted faster and faster, his flesh and bones turning