Chapter 58: The Curse Remains

Jia Xing seriously explained to Wu Xian.

“For some reason, I had to kill Wei Hao, so I ambushed the transport vehicle—but after killing him, I felt something was off, so I went to your house to ask you for information.”

“But you came home too slowly, so I had no choice but to wait at your place.”

“Who knew your family were all monsters? I barely managed to kill four of them to save my own life, only to end up wanted myself—and finally got caught by you…”

“Aren’t you the one who took my position precisely because I was wanted?”

Wu Xian’s breathing grew rapid.

“Jia Xing… Wei Hao…”

He strained to recall the first mental assessment scene.

Inspector Xu Ming…

His body suddenly stiffened; eight bloody arms emerged from within him, seizing his hands, legs, feet, and mouth.

“I’ve already avenged you. Now you can lift the curse.”

“Perfect chance!”

Another image flashed through Wu Xian’s mind.

He Ya and the other three were desperate to kill Jia Xing; they slammed violently within Wu Xian’s body, nearly tearing it apart.

But Wu Xian had just curled his fingers.

【The best way to lift a curse is to fulfill its demand; killing the caster causes the curse to evolve in unknown directions.】

Though Cui Pan’s reward was painfully monotonous, the Flying Blade Curse was truly powerful!

In raw destructive force, it was already approaching the True Fire Curse of a Treasured artifact—any ordinary curse scroll he’d seen in the last Fudi fell far short of a single Flying Blade Curse; ordinary wandering spirits couldn’t survive even one strike.

“Kill him quickly! Let him die in the most agonizing way possible!”

“But who ever told you a curse can be lifted without fulfilling its demand?”

“Wake up already!”

He stared at the traces left by the Flying Blade Curse, slightly startled.

“No wonder my Ten Soul Banner is reduced to just one fragment.”

Should he take this chance to kill Xu Ming’s entire family? They were eating, unguarded—a perfect opportunity.

He’d only held the inspector’s position for two days—why, in Xianwei Psychiatric Hospital, did he recall having sent so many suspected mentally ill criminals for evaluation?

If Wu Xian were the old inspector or an agent, he too would try to conceal information from Wu Xian.

Wu Xian had intended to discuss further, but suddenly felt an overwhelming wave of drowsiness—he swayed, then collapsed without warning.

In thought.

Jia Xing froze instantly, only able to blink frantically at Wu Xian.

After Jia Xing died.

Two days…

He Ya and the other three simultaneously wore a strange smile.

“That inscription!”

Though not as absurd as the “Hall of Thought” in detective novels, anyone he’d met and studied carefully wouldn’t be forgotten for at least several years.

After saying this, they slipped into Wu Xian’s body.

His body began to swell; shapes of hands, feet, and faces bulged outward, stretching his skin nearly transparent; from his ears came the frantic screams of the family of four.

Wu Xian could almost visualize their grotesque expressions through the sounds.

How could this be?

Then more questions could be answered—he might not have spent only three days in this Fudi; in truth, far more time may have passed.

Wu Xian hesitated, then finally lowered his fingers.

No wonder the Investigation Bureau’s confidentiality on criminal information was utterly unreasonable—even guarding against their own people.

He’d thought that inscription was merely meant to encourage depressed patients with the saying “What you dwell on will echo”—but now he saw it was a warning to him!

Wu Xian had already helped Xu’s family complete their revenge.

This unbearable pain made Wu Xian realize he could no longer afford delay.

Opposite him, Jia Xing seemed to understand more; his gaze burned into Wu Xian.

A flash of information passed through his eyes.

“The inscription says: ‘What you dwell on will echo.’”

Jia Xing hadn’t finished speaking.

But he suddenly realized—with horror—that no matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t recall Jia Xing’s or Wei Hao’s faces!

Wu Xian had an excellent memory.

He had once worked at a psychiatric hospital, where he’d left himself many clues—yet all those clues had been forgotten; information carved into desks and chairs, written on paper, had all been erased by some mysterious force!

“Revenge! Give us revenge right now!”

Soon, Jia Xing’s corpse was completely devoured by He Ya and the other three.

Meanwhile.

If Jia Xing spoke the truth—that he was the original inspector—then when had he begun confusing him with the criminal Wei Hao?

Every word Jia Xing spoke exploded in Wu Xian’s mind like thunder.

With this warning, who knew what direction the curse would take after these four died? Killing them might trigger a complete backlash.

It was the first thing he’d seen upon entering this Fudi.

No wonder those four brutish inspector recruits always sealed suspects’ mouths the moment they apprehended them.

…

Watching the family of four gorge themselves, Wu Xian’s eyes flickered with murderous intent.

That day.

After all, the victims’ family must never learn that the killer of their entire household was the Investigation Bureau’s former inspector!

“I understand everything now… we…”

Wu Xian shuddered again.

But Wei Hao and Jia Xing—just two days apart—and he couldn’t tell them apart?

That's it.

Wu Xian licked his lips.

Seeing Wu Xian’s motion, Jia Xing stopped struggling, gazing at him with a complex expression, silently screaming in desperation.

“If you won’t help us, we’ll come out and kill them ourselves!”

“No wonder I woke up so exhausted!”

Wu Xian himself was in excruciating pain.

Criminal Jia Ming escaped from prison.

No wonder the old inspector had sent Wu Xian away during interrogations—beyond the mental evaluation, Wu Xian was barred from the entire procedure…

So he curled his fingers, aiming at Jia Xing.

“Darling, we only said we wouldn’t force you to kill their whole family.”

Four ghosts emerged from Wu Xian’s body; the moment the family of four appeared, they rushed at Jia Xing like ravenous dogs starved for eight lifetimes, opening their bloody maws and devouring his flesh in great chunks.

“Don’t stay blinded too long—we’re close to victory, I…”

Wu Xian suddenly gained many insights, but the situation left no room for prolonged thought.

The greatest challenge of this Fudi is memory!

If memory is flawed…

Only scattered bits of flesh and crimson blood remained on the ground; He Ya and the others didn’t wipe their bloody mouths—they stood before Wu Xian, staring fixedly at him.

Shhh!

Flying Blade Curse activated!

A silent force flashed; Jia Xing’s body split cleanly in two, and a deep gash marred the ground behind him—the arms gripping him dissolved into air.

Missing!

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