The Seventh Master and I witnessed the entire Tan Family Massacre Case.
The process was extremely brutal and bloody, but it did not reveal the truth behind it to us.
The Seventh Master and I only had more and more questions.
With no time to dwell on all those questions, the Seventh Master and I hurried toward the platform to examine Tan Wannian up close.
Having brutally murdered his family, he still held the murder weapon in his hand. He remained calm and wooden, staring up at the basement ceiling, his thoughts unknown.
Perhaps he was not thinking about anything at all. If he had been capable of thought, he could not have been so ruthless toward his own family.
Seeing his vacant expression, I could not help calling out, "Old Tan..."
The Seventh Master sighed. "This isn't a ghost realm or a ghost wall. It's just a replay of events, like a mirage. You can't even touch him."
Refusing to believe it, I reached out to touch him, and my hand really did pass straight through Tan Wannian's body.
His body was like a projection of light and shadow.
"He clearly has no consciousness."
The Seventh Master shook his head. "But being unconscious was probably a blessing for him. If he'd been aware, killing his own family with his own hands yet powerless to stop it, he probably would have been in unbearable agony."
I said that Tan Wannian had wanted to become an immortal, hadn't he? He had even left a final letter asking his younger brother to leave his family's bodies in the basement for a week.
Actually, that letter alone already said a great deal. Tan Wannian had long intended to kill his family, but in his mind, that murderous intent was for their own good.