Chapter 78: Glimpses of Watching Eyes

The instrument’s flaw was originally this.

It was even more terrifying than Xu Ming imagined.

Patients who had used the instrument didn’t become someone else—they were no longer human at all!

Thus, the term “Possession Syndrome” officially entered the world’s history, dragging it toward calamity and suffering.

When Wu Xian awoke,

the world had already been fighting demons for years.

Wu Xian shook his head slightly and followed Xu Ming and the others, walking on foot toward the two giant doors.

After entering the restroom, Wu Xian checked it thoroughly, confirmed no one was inside and no surveillance cameras were present, then found a stall and squatted down.

“You just cured Possession Syndrome—you must be starving. I’ll take you out for a feast, then introduce you to the Leader. Such good news must be reported to him.”

Even after finishing his business, Wu Xian still hadn’t fully figured things out. He stood up, pulled up his pants, and fastened his belt.

“It’s fine—can I use the restroom first?”

A massive, intricately crafted crystal chandelier, leather sofas adorned with gold, a carpet that looked plain at first glance but revealed beautiful patterns upon closer inspection.

Now that Wu Xian had defeated Possession Syndrome, for Xu Ming and the others, this was a tremendous piece of good news!

After hearing Xu Ming’s story,

Roughly estimated, it was at least several hundred meters tall, towering into the heavens—even Godzilla might find it too large.

Suddenly, his scalp prickled!

Xu Ming deeply regretted his grave mistake and devoted himself to researching how to treat Possession Syndrome. Wu Xian, who had developed symptoms of Possession Syndrome but had not yet been possessed, was sent here for study.

He didn’t refuse and followed Xu Ming to the laboratory.

Xu Ming received a phone call and apologized slightly to Wu Xian.

As soon as they stepped outside,

On either side of the door were carved images of Cui Fu Jun. Unlike the statues, the door’s depiction of Cui Fu Jun was dignified and solemn, radiating divine aura. The door stood slightly ajar, revealing a narrow gap—inside which lay the scene of the Thirty-Three Layers of Grief.

Today’s three chapters are done. Tomorrow will be three too, and the day after that as well. I’ll do my best to keep this three-chapter pace going.

When he looked up again, he saw a massive door.

Everything Xu Ming said was nonsense!

“Let’s not talk about these annoying things anymore.”

Xu Ming had someone lead Wu Xian to the restroom, then stood guard at the door while Wu Xian went inside alone.

Wu Xian began to reflect on what had happened since he stepped out of the endless corridor.

But now, Wu Xian had become the center of attention.

This kind of upscale place, the pitiful third-rate detective Wu Xian, had only ever seen on TV.

Xu Ming sighed helplessly.

The first floor of the building was a lobby for guests to rest and wait.

Xu Ming walked over and acted as Wu Xian’s tour guide.

They walked at a leisurely pace for a long while before reaching the foot of the gilded building.

This building was the Leader’s residence and also the finest restaurant in the world. Behind the building lay a square, and at the other end of the square stood the gate leading out of this blessed land.

“If you’re human, why associate with them? Don’t you know they’re all demons wearing human skins?”

The streets were crowded, but everyone’s gaze at Wu Xian was strange—some hostile, some scrutinizing, others tinged with pity and longing.

First,

Wu Xian had known the exit gate from the blessed land would be conspicuous, but he hadn’t expected it to be this obvious—he couldn’t help muttering a complaint.

But Possession Syndrome was likely real. The world had indeed just undergone some major upheaval. And those people’s gazes at him…

Wu Xian widened his eyes.

The door was so enormous that Wu Xian wasn’t even sure if it could rightly be called a door.

“I’m sorry, but you’ll have to wait a bit longer. The Leader wishes to dine with you, but he won’t arrive for a little while.”

While squatting,

Knowing there was risk, why wasn’t the door locked at all, allowing Wu Xian to simply push it open and walk out?

Wu Xian felt uneasy under their stares and glared back at each one. Most people averted their eyes, but a few stared right back at him.

Xu Ming pointed toward the two giant doors: “Of course, near the Miracle Gate. That’s where the Leader’s residence is—and the finest restaurant in the world.”

Wu Xian jumped, his face flushing red as he snapped: “Are you human or ghost?”

“Please don’t mind the others’ stares. Since Possession Syndrome emerged, everyone has been suspicious of one another. If no good news comes soon, everyone’s sanity will collapse. We hope your appearance will be the cure for the world’s troubled souls.”

Wu Xian genuinely needed to use the restroom. Xianwei City was a mental world; the endless corridor had no restrooms. Until now, Wu Xian had never once relieved himself in this blessed land.

He looked up—and saw a pair of eyes staring directly at him!

The eyes belonged to a disheveled man whose head poked out from an open ventilation shaft above the restroom, intently observing Wu Xian.

The world’s mysteries were too numerous to count.

He first noticed twenty armed soldiers standing before the door. If Wu Xian had just pretended to be successfully possessed, he’d have been shot full of holes the moment he stepped out. Notably, the guns they carried looked strange.

Wu Xian’s stomach growled at the perfect moment: “Then where are we eating?”

Wu Xian paused: “Of course I’m human!”

The logical holes were so numerous Wu Xian didn’t even bother refuting them. Would the first cured patient of a disease threatening global safety be taken out for a feast immediately after treatment?

All eyes were fixed on Wu Xian—these gazes were far more direct than those of the passersby outside, making him deeply uncomfortable.

“This is truly… magnificent.”

The most frequently appearing figure was a disheveled man, but he was too far away for Wu Xian to make out his name.

“Yes, isn’t it magnificent?”

“This door appeared only after Possession Syndrome spread. Each time a crack opens, humanity’s condition improves slightly. That’s why we call it the ‘Miracle Gate.’”

Wu Xian shrugged.

Don’t complain about the quantity.

On the way, Wu Xian noticed many wanted posters pasted on the walls.

Xu Ming shook his head: “That man is mysterious. When we met, he lit only candles—I couldn’t see his face at all. He called himself ‘The Sower of Seeds.’ After the device was successfully developed, I never saw him again.”

Wu Xian preferred toilets at home, but when out, he still favored squat toilets.

The man countered: “Are you human or ghost?”

He asked Xu Ming curiously: “Who commissioned you to invent the device?”

Wu Xian made no comment.

As soon as he entered the lobby, Wu Xian was blinded by the glare.

Was that giant snake Wu Xian crawled out of really meant to resemble healing?

Male and female servers wore red vests and white smiley-face masks. Guests were all impeccably dressed: men in sharp suits, women with elegant figures adorned with glittering ornaments…

Writing this kind of novel is truly hard. Six thousand words a day is already my limit—any more would sacrifice quality entirely.

I originally planned five chapters today, but after careful thought, if I do five today, the next few chapters will be rushed. I need time to think properly before writing.

(End of Chapter)