Shen Lin had been invaded by a ghost. To shake off its influence, he used his memories to invade somewhere else, entering Daxia City, the place he knew best. Still shaken, he looked around, hoping everything would go smoothly.
But the result was somewhat despairing.
Water was still seeping out from beneath his feet. Everything around him remained just as cold and damp.
The ghost was still on him.
Moreover, its invasion had not slowed. Half of Shen Lin's face had already turned deathly pale, and its features had become utterly unfamiliar, transforming into a woman's face. At some point, his short hair had also been replaced by soaking-wet long hair.
"Again. This time, restart and get rid of it."
Shen Lin sensed that things were going very badly. If this continued, he would die—a complete and utter death.
Because the ghost was controlling him. Once it succeeded once, it would kill him a second time, a third time. Every memory related to him would end in death.
The Shen Lin in Daxia City killed himself directly.
That memory vanished from his mind.
But Shen Lin woke up again. He appeared in Zhongzhou City. This restart was better; he had returned to this morning.
The Shen Lin in the memory stood in an empty square.
Yet Shen Lin was still drenched from head to toe, and half his body no longer belonged to him. It was deathly pale and icy cold.
"Even restarting once can't get rid of the evil ghost? This won't work. I can't die again. Dying like this won't accomplish anything anymore. Someone has to kill this ghost within the memory. Only then can I break free from its control."
Shen Lin grew uneasy and raised his head to stare at the square.
Several blurry figures stood