I am your natural enemy

Since the last time he fed the Soul-Eating Beast, Wen Yan had already made some guesses.

At this moment, you can truly see the Soul-Eating Beast, truly come into contact with it. Only when you sense it like this can you sense more.

He could sense that the Soul-Eating Beast seemed to have been eaten badly, and that something had been added to its body, something that the fake Mo Zhicheng had used to brainwash him.

It is assumed that Mo Zhicheng wants to control the Soul-Eating Beast. With the Soul-Eating Beast, he can do whatever he wants and do whatever he wants.

It's just that Mo Zhicheng ignored one thing.

Now that the Soul-Eating Beast is no longer so invincible, and he can hurt and control it, others can naturally do the same.

Wen Yan felt that the Soul-Eating Beast was uncomfortable at the moment, and he also felt a little uncomfortable.

He opened his eyes, touched the thick tentacles of the Soul-Eating Beast with one hand, lay on it and muttered softly.

"Eating randomly will ruin your stomach..."

He had believed too much in his initial impression. He had always thought that the label "invincible" would never change.

Like the fake Mo Zhicheng, he ignored the most important issue.

If you can be hurt by him, you can be hurt by others.

If it can be brainwashed, it can definitely be released.

According to what I just saw and heard, there are also hints of temporary abilities.

Wen Yan can probably understand that the part of others who have been brainwashed can be forcibly removed by a completely targeted temporary ability.

But Mo Zhicheng's own changes are not brainwashing, but reality.

The truth cannot be lifted by relying on this temporary ability.

He lay on the tentacles of the Soul-Eating Beast and muttered softly.

"Really? I don't believe it."

He whispered softly, without the mean tone, but with deep worry, and fell into the tentacles of the Soul-Eating Beast.

Just when Wen Yan was worried about whether the effect would be bad, the sound turned into a dazzling halo, following the tentacles, reaching the bottom of the pit in an instant.

The dazzling halo turned into golden light and exploded inside the soul-eating beast.

The Soul-Eating Beast, which had been floating there, seemed to be extremely weak, and started to move violently.

In the translucent body, the spreading blood lines and black traces quickly gathered at the center of its body, and along with a burst of fierce spitting, they all spurted out of its body.

The golden light, like flowing water, washed away every corner of the Soul-Eating Beast's body, sweeping out everything that shouldn't be here.

The soul-devouring beast's movements, which were like violent vomiting, continued for three or four times before it began to wilted.

The tentacles that had been wrapped around Wen Yan also softened and fell to the ground.

Wen Yan looked complicated and patted the tentacles of the soul-eating beast.

"Let's rest for a while."

He raised his head and looked into the distance. Two guys who were obviously beyond the limits of ordinary people had already fought a few hundred meters away from the wall.

The factories there that were protected by the domain rules were about to be demolished due to the fierce fighting.

Qin Kun walked quickly to Wen Yan.

"Are you OK?"

"I'm fine, Senior Brother Qin, how are you?"

"I'm fine, it's just that I was a little physically exhausted before."

"Senior Brother Qin, who do you think has a better chance of winning?"

"To be honest, the fake Mo Zhicheng has a better chance of winning..."

"Ah?" Wen Yan was a little surprised.

"That black-armored corpse has obviously just advanced, and is still improving at an extremely fast speed.

But if Mo Zhicheng has transformed into my peak combat power, he can still ignore my concerns, and he can always fight beyond his limit.

He has supernatural powers, which perfectly fits the true meaning of the boxing technique of Sacrifice Boxing. He can truly sacrifice his life and forget himself, from his body to his will, completely sacrificing himself and forgetting himself.

I can do it with my will, but I have been practicing boxing for too long, and my body's instinct has become accustomed to leaving a little force in punching.

If I don't retain any strength, my body will be unable to bear it first.

I haven't even reached this level yet, but he fits perfectly invisibly.

Don't think that the strength he can exert will always be like this.

He now seemed to be overwhelmed by the growing strength of the Great Zombie.

But in fact, the more intense the confrontation and the more pressure there is, the stronger the Sacrifice Fist will be.

Body, mind, mind, boxing, yang energy, and strength are all unified.

When he finished accumulating energy, he finally used the last move of the sacrificial fist to complete the sacrificial blow.

The big zombie who never resisted and always traded injuries for injuries was unstoppable.

His biggest advantage was wiped out by the fake Mo Zhicheng. No matter how strong his recovery ability was, it was impossible for him to recover after being beaten. "

Wen Yan raised his head and looked at the two men fighting there.

"Abo, I said I would help you get revenge. Now, it's my turn."

He looked at the fake Mo Zhicheng, and when he got the prompt, he directly changed the temporary ability to the second one without thinking.

A final whisper.

He took out his mobile phone, and there was the voice message Feng Yao sent him.

After this speech was extracted as it was, no one had heard it, and no one knew what it said.

When he held this voice and switched to the final whisper, a new prompt appeared.

“You got the final whisper, which was her last obsession.

You thought wrong and understood wrongly.

You are not hurting Fake Mo Zhicheng, you are just fulfilling a poor man's last wish. "

The moment Wen Yan stretched out his finger and clicked on the voice, this temporary ability was activated.

In an instant, the voice message disappeared from his phone and turned into a light arrow flying out. In the blink of an eye, it ignored the fake Mo Zhicheng's invincible state at the moment and pierced his heart directly.

The fake Mo Zhicheng was torn to pieces by Uncle, but his expression remained unchanged and his eyes did not change at all.

At this moment, the light arrow penetrated into his heart, obviously not hurting his flesh and blood at all, not even a single wound, but his face turned pale and he covered his chest in pain.

At this time, his movements were completely deformed, and he could no longer hold back his strength. He rolled on the ground and rolled out, directly hitting the wall of a factory building.

The fake Mo Zhicheng was leaning against the wall, sitting there with his face pale and covering his chest.

The shadow of a woman slowly appeared in front of him.

The woman was wearing an extra-large maternity dress, with a swollen belly, and tears in her eyes.

She stretched out her hand and slowly touched fake Mo Zhicheng's face.

"Yu Xin..." The fake Mo Zhicheng was a little shocked and stared blankly at the shadow in front of him: "No, it's fake. You want to use the fake to deceive me? You want to deceive me? Absolutely impossible!"

He stretched out his hand and punched out, but the woman's shadow did not change at all. She was crying, filled with despair and regret, holding the fake Mo Zhicheng's face in her hands.

"Brother Ming, I can't do it anymore, I can't hold on any longer.

The doctor said that at this time, the child would certainly not be saved.

I want to leave a child for you, not to tie you down, nor to be a drag on you.

I just think that no matter how you change, when you see this child, you will remember who you really are.

Brother Ming, you haven't noticed it yourself, you keep changing your identity.

You are afraid of being seen out, so you devote yourself wholeheartedly to your new identity.

Every time, it's like there's an extra layer of shadow, until you can no longer see clearly what your original shadow looks like.

You have almost forgotten who you are.

Brother Ming, do you really not remember?

Your happiest days are those when you are no longer using your abilities.

At that time, you would have happy things and troubled things every day, but you were you at that time.

What I really liked was Brother Ming at that time.

I don’t need you to be rich, nor do I need you to have great abilities, I just want you to be Brother Ming.

I'm sorry, Brother Ming, I can't bear it anymore. I want to help you find yourself.

However, I can't bear it anymore, my brother Ming will never come back.

I'm sorry, aren't you..."

The woman's voice became weaker and weaker, and her figure gradually disappeared.

Fake Mo Zhicheng stretched out his hand, trying to grab something, but couldn't grab anything. He covered his chest and spat out a mouthful of blood with a whoosh.

This time, the mouthful of blood did not fly back like before, allowing him to return to his original state.

In the distance, Uncle, whose whole body was boiling with evil energy, stopped and looked at him from a distance.

That was a poor man's last obsession. Abel didn't move. Abel was waiting for that poor man's last obsession to come true.

Fake Mo Zhicheng stood up, his face as pale as paper, as if someone was pinching his heart and squeezing it hard.

"For a selfish person like me, if I don't have the ability, no one will really like me..."

"Every word I said in this hour is true."

The words he used to brainwash Zhuge Wanjun came to mind at this time.

In that sonorous and powerful voice, unquestionable, and firm as if telling the truth.

A dying person, when he is extremely weak, seems to be shouting with all his strength, for fear that he cannot hear or understand.

"What I really liked was Brother Ming at that time."

There was a click, like something cracked.

"I'm sorry, Brother Ming, I want to help you find yourself."

Click.

"I'm sorry... right..."

Click.

Fake Mo Zhicheng held his chest, big beads of sweat falling down, his face was full of pain, and his face was like gold paper.

Click.

The defense is broken.

The strong wall that Zhuge Wanjun's words had once brainwashed suddenly collapsed.

The wall he built in his heart through countless deliberate efforts, called the wall of reality, was forcibly shattered by a dying whisper and an unstoppable gesture.

Fake Mo Zhicheng spat out another mouthful of blood.

He suddenly remembered.

At that time, they lived an ordinary and hard life. He and Yu Xin enjoyed the rare peace at night, watching TV series and complaining about the contents together.

At that time, he also complained that no one would be psychologically hit and would spit out a mouthful of blood.

It turns out that it’s true…

He raised his head, wanting to see again, but couldn't see anything.

Wen Yan walked forward and looked at him from a distance.

"Don't get me wrong, I'm just helping a poor person fulfill her last wish.

After her death, she still walked in the darkness for at least a year or two.

A man with a big belly walks in the dark just to return to this world.

Even if she took a few steps out, she completely dissipated.

At that time, I thought she had not given birth to the child and was obsessed with wanting to come back again.

At that time, I felt that this obsession was understandable.

Unfortunately, I was wrong. She really does it for you.

Because you didn't hear the last words she sent you.

She passed away, but she is still worried about you, afraid that you will be completely lost and forget who you are.

To be honest, I can't understand it.

I really feel that you don't deserve it. "

After hearing Wen Yan's words, fake Mo Zhicheng spurted out another mouthful of blood.

The walls of his heart were destroyed.

His brainwashing was not eliminated this time, but directly backfired.

His thoughts also began to become confused.

He looked at Abe standing there in the distance, and a sense of familiarity came to his heart. Even if he couldn't see Abe's true face at all, he couldn't connect the strong Abe at this moment with the old man he once was.

After that familiar feeling appeared, he blurted out.

"dad……"

He was Mo Zhicheng, and that was his father. He did whatever it took to achieve his goal and killed his father.

The pain and torture in his heart surged like an overwhelming river. His body that had just stood up suddenly trembled, and another mouthful of blood spurted out, and he knelt directly on the ground.

"My injuries can be recovered immediately."

But the reality constructed is based on what he thinks and his will.

He can't build it now.

The pain came from his heart, from Mo Zhicheng, from Ming Ge who Yu Xin said had no superpowers, not from the outside world.

For his professional real architect and his ability, this is absolutely true without any falsehood.

His thoughts began to collapse and became completely chaotic.

He knelt on the ground, looking at Uncle who was standing in the distance, and kowtowed heavily on the ground, with blood flowing across his forehead and tears streaming down his face.

"Dad, I'm sorry..."

After kowtowing twice, he started talking nonsense again.

"Yuxin, I'm sorry..."

When he raised his head again, his expression became ferocious again.

"It was you who forced me, not me who wanted to kill you..."

Then he started crying again.

"I really can't help it..."

Once upon a time, in order to disguise an identity that was so perfect that there would be no flaws, he put everything into it, from appearance, gait, thoughts, behaviors, to the most important emotions.

In order to ensure that there were absolutely no flaws, he even brainwashed himself into believing that he was this person.

In this way, he gave birth to a great corpse that could not be born in falsehood.

Because all those elements are originally true, and the only falsehood is that he himself is not actually this identity.

What was once so perfect turned into a boomerang that floated out for a long time, and finally flew back now, hitting his vitals.

He really couldn't tell who he was anymore.

He thought he was the current Zhang Fan, thought he was the Mo Zhicheng before, thought he was the former Ming Ge, and thought he was the many identities he had in the past.

What is fatal is not falsehood, but truth.

The complete commitment of these identities creates this reality.

He fell into a struggle, his face suddenly turned ferocious, and with a movement of his body, he shot straight through the air like a powerful arrow, heading straight for Wen Yan.

The next moment, everything went dark in front of him, and Abo stood in front of him, doing nothing and letting one of his hands pass through his chest with strength.

He raised his head and looked at Abo's face. His identity changed to Mo Zhicheng again.

His face was full of pain and despair. He grabbed Abel's hand with one hand and stabbed Abel's hand to his chest.

"Dad, please, kill me."

Abo withdrew his hand and looked at him motionless, watching the wound on fake Mo Zhicheng's chest recover quickly.

In an instant, the identity of the fake Mo Zhicheng became Brother Ming again.

With pain and despair in his eyes, he looked at Wen Yan, who was blocked by Abo.

"Please, kill me. It's all my fault. I'm going to accompany Yu Xin. I thought I could do it..."

Wen Yan didn't know what to say anymore. He couldn't even tell who the other party was.

At this moment, no one, including the fake Mo Zhicheng, could tell the difference.

At this moment, from under the large hole in the distance, thick blue tentacles rushed out and flew towards this side.

The fake Mo Zhicheng didn't know what identity he had changed into. He broke away from Abo, covered his head, howled in pain, roared, and rushed towards the tentacles like crazy.

"Kill them! Kill them!"

"No, kill me! Kill me!"

"Don't stop me, let me die!"

"Go back, I will die in my father's hands."

The previous identities were completely confused, and they all popped up at once, like a lot of personalities, each of them real, fighting for this body.

Finally, when he rushed over and was rolled up by a tentacle, his soul began to flicker and he almost escaped from his body.

I don’t know which identity said something.

"From now on, let go of all the power you have blessed me with."

The next moment, the violent yang energy in the fake Mo Zhicheng dissipated instantly.

The injuries on his body never recovered.

He vomited blood, and when one of the identities wanted to say something else, it was Brother Ming's turn to come online.

He pointed at the ground and yelled at the top of his lungs.

"It is true that Liu Yuxin was built at the expense of all my strength and everything!"

After saying this, Brother Ming stretched out a hand, pulled out his tongue, and bit off his tongue with the determination to die.

On the ground, a strong wind suddenly rose, an ominous aura emerged, the flesh and blood body was condensing, and the dissipated soul seemed to be forcibly gathered back from the world.

Liu Yuxin, who was wearing a hospital gown, was forcibly condensed.

Liu Yuxin opened her eyes and stared blankly at the fake Mo Zhicheng, looking at such a familiar face after losing her glasses.

"Brother Ming..."

Fake Mo Zhicheng's mouth was full of blood, and his complexion kept changing. His hair began to turn white rapidly, his skin began to become dull, and wrinkles slowly began to appear on his face.

He opened his mouth and muttered something vaguely.

But Liu Yuxin, who was standing on the ground, showed a bright smile. She understood what he said.

"Yuxin, I'm sorry, I have to use my ability. I forgot it before, but now I remember who I am, and I want to tell you personally."

"Brother Ming, I know you can do it."

Liu Yuxin, who had just condensed, only came out for five seconds, said a few words, and then turned into fly ash and drifted away in the wind.