Chapter 61: Peeling Away the Layers

This isn’t the Jia family’s home at all…

Wu Xian held a photograph in his hand.

The photo showed a family of five, with a doctor in a white coat standing in the center—the same doctor Wu Xian had met that morning.

Dr. Wei…

Wu Xian stood still, his mind racing; after a moment, he set down the photo, his gaze now clearer.

I understand everything now…

Stimulated by these corpses, Wu Xian finally grasped the key to this blessed land—he saw its true nature.

Cycling through Xu Ming, trying to preserve my memory and break the cycle—that’s how to unravel this blessed land.

But before proceeding to the next plot point…

Even though he had seen through the core of the cycle, before finding a way to break it, he still had to follow the plot scripted by the cycle.

There must be a way to preserve memory… what could it be…

The criminal’s death, combined with the consumption of the corpse, increased the demonic power within the inspector, causing him to be blinded and kill the doctor’s entire family…

After pondering for a while, Wu Xian remembered the inscription in the doctor’s office.

First, the memory problem.

Because the doctor must become the inspector, the world’s laws have become so twisted.

It’s a cycle.

The words on the Ten Souls Banner proved two things.

Brother Dog, thank you for reminding me.

Who exactly are Jia and Wei?

Could they also be Juan people?

No, they can’t be.

But these two are indeed caught in the cycle, and they too possess the Cui Mansion’s Flying Blade Spell…

All anomalies exist solely to make Wu Xian overlook the cycle’s existence.

I feel a bit embarrassed to ask, but could you lend me some more blood?

A smile curled on his lips—he felt victory already beckoning.

A flash of light passed through Wu Xian’s eyes—if it’s fake, then everything makes sense now.

Never forget…

This world is so dull and barren, filled with so many inexplicable bugs.

Xianwei City is not a blessed land—it’s a special scene within the blessed land, perhaps a mental world, a illusionary realm, or a ghost domain.

Wu Xian cleaned away all traces he’d left in the doctor’s home, then found a raincoat and vanished into the endless night.

When he first woke up in the hospital, the Ten Souls Banner fragment was already there—meaning that within the cycle, only this object remained permanently with Wu Xian; thus, the information written on it must be unalterable!

Because the mental evaluation scene must occur, the criminal must be captured so the demonic force can guide the way—hence the four inspectors’ absurdly high combat power.

Wu Xian unfolded the Ten Souls Banner fragment; his frown gradually eased, and a smile appeared on his face.

Wu Xian, clad in a raincoat.

All three must pass from doctor to inspector, from inspector to criminal; after the criminal dies, they awaken again on the doctor’s desk.

No, that won’t work either—my burn scars must be the marks left by my former self.

Wu Xian wanted to leave some clues to prevent forgetting something important, but any mark he made, no matter where, was erased by some force—the doctor’s office was proof.

After writing this passage…

First, the memory problem.

To achieve this cycle…

Preventing Wu Xian from contacting the criminal, withholding the criminal’s information from the doctor…

The words after this were hastily written and incomplete.

After it shattered, it was no longer a divine offering tool and held no use for Wu Xian, yet he kept it all along.

He didn’t run far before finding an empty house, easily breaking in, and calmly using the household kitchen to make himself tomato and egg stir-fry.

Wu Xian had seen through the blessed land’s true nature as a cycle and knew his memory would gradually fade—but the question was how to preserve it.

…

Then… write it on my body?

But now it’s clear—it’s not that simple!

The truth of this blessed land.

Yet this storm also erased many traces, delaying the inspectors’ ability to track him.

The inspector killed the doctor’s entire family, becoming the criminal himself; the inspector’s position became vacant, and the vacancy caused the doctor to become the inspector.

Wu Xian opened the Ten Souls Banner fragment again and read its first line.

This world is fake.

That night…

The doctor deemed the criminal mentally sound, forcing him to be imprisoned outside the city, giving the inspector the chance to kill him.

Frequent recollection might delay memory loss!

Causally.

Perhaps this phrase isn’t just reminding me my memory is flawed—it’s also hinting at how to preserve it!

Though it was somewhat frustrating for him…

But back then, Wu Xian had guessed it was a time loop.

Wu Xian had once again become the criminal from the inspector.

After drawing blood…

It’s fake…

But now, Wu Xian understood.

After entering the blessed land, one forgets everything completely; after total amnesia, one awakens again as the doctor.

Identity-wise.

Wu Xian found two syringes in Dr. Wei’s home and located the black dog barking wildly outside.

He suddenly opened his eyes and frantically rummaged through his clothes, pulling out a crumpled cloth bundle.

After thinking for a moment…

On the inner side of the Ten Souls Banner, clear white characters were written in a small line.

This theory is likely correct, but I can’t rely on it alone!

The barking black dog suddenly fell silent.

Second, the self who wrote this passage then was not as composed as the current Wu Xian—meaning this Wu Xian has progressed further than any previous version of himself!

So Wu Xian found a white pen and filled in the unfinished words on the Ten Souls Banner.

This world is fake; what you see is not the truth. Memory is fading. I am in Xu Ming…

Now that he had seen through the cycle’s nature, what he needed to consider was how to break it.

Wu Xian now needed to answer four questions.

This violent storm had caught Wu Xian off guard.

Fourth, how to break the cycle.

This is a fragment of the Ten Souls Banner!

Woof woof…

Even when he first met Jia, Wu Xian realized his memory was flawed—the blessed land might be a loop.

It’s the dual cycle of identities and causality among Xu Ming, Jia, and Wei.

This blessed land is a single-person blessed land; only Wu Xian could have entered it from the real world.

Second, who are Jia and Wei?

Third, the demonic curse within my body.

First, the Ten Souls Banner can indeed be used to preserve information.

Wu Xian began pondering the second question.

Wu Xian closed his eyes and meditated for a long while.

In Xianwei City, only the three of us are human, forming this identity-causality cycle.

I am a Juan person… and they are survivors of this blessed land!

(End of Chapter)