Chapter 81: The True Fear

According to Xu Ming’s account.

Wu Xian had already been in the third stage before.

“Pupal transformation… but what does that have to do with your lying to me?”

Xu Ming laughed awkwardly.

“I apologize to you here—deceiving you was truly unavoidable; it was all to draw out the Jia family.”

“The Jia family?”

Xu Ming sighed.

Wu Xian’s lips curled.

From the very beginning, it was Xu Ming!

“To be honest, your flaws were too many—like the glances of those passersby… you claimed they were victims of possession paranoia, but anyone who’d just endured extreme hunger could tell—it wasn’t vigilance, it was… hunger!”

Xu Ming spat: “That damn Jia—I should’ve killed him long ago.”

“Begin your performance.”

“It’s hard to describe how terrible I felt then—I thought I was dead, but your weaknesses were too obvious, which is why I’m still alive and made it here.”

…

What did they want to eat?

Obviously, it was Wu Xian.

“Do you remember when I turned away for a while while you were kneeling?”

“Mr. Xu, you seem to think I realized you were all wearing human skins because of someone else’s mistake—but actually, your flaw was the biggest!”

He continued.

Since they no longer needed to capture Jia, they didn’t have to walk to the Leader’s residence or wait for the Leader to arrive before eating.

But Jia was a disruptor of order—he repeatedly hoarded precious human resources, inciting outrage, and became a wanted criminal across the entire possession world.

“Yes, you have weaknesses.”

Wu Xian’s expression didn’t change much; he even closed the door himself.

The so-called Leader.

“Your flaws were too numerous—do you know when I confirmed you were suspicious?”

With the premise of luring out the criminal, many things suddenly made sense.

The room wasn’t large, but its decoration was extravagantly luxurious, adorned everywhere with gold and diamonds, radiating a vulgar opulence.

As Wu Xian spoke, he walked around the room; Xu Ming and the others made no move to stop him.

His greatest pride was his acting—he led other possessions in performances, giving each of them a sense of participation in persecuting humans; now, Wu Xian had reduced it all to worthless trash.

Wu Xian narrowed his eyes.

“He said he forgot—but I suspect that’s not the real reason.”

Xu Ming didn’t continue.

“The gun that killed Jia seemed different.”

The portrait’s subject wore a lavish formal suit; his face was…

Xu Ming turned to the attendant beside him: “Issue a notice—tell them to take their performances seriously next time. If they show such obvious flaws again, I’ll gouge out their eyes!”

Xu Ming smiled awkwardly: “Let’s talk after dinner…”

Wu Xian didn’t ask.

“I know you’re all eager, but could you please listen to me for a moment? Consider it an appetizer before the meal?”

Xu Ming regarded Wu Xian with a sly expression.

“Yes, Jia—my former friend. He was the most dangerous possession recently, specifically hunting cured patients, claiming their flesh tasted better.”

Then he turned to face Xu Ming, his tone brimming with provocation.

Such a loud public notice suggests there truly aren’t many living humans left in this world.

“But we couldn’t find Jia’s hiding place…”

After a moment of silence, Wu Xian asked Xu Ming again.

As soon as he entered the room, he understood what was going on.

Xu Ming gritted his teeth: “When?”

In the center of the room stood a massive round table; atop it lay a huge platter two meters wide and one meter long. The head seat was empty, while around it sat over twenty men and women—all seemingly successful elites.

Wu Xian pulled out the Eight Trigrams Mirror, explained its ability to everyone, then rubbed its surface to activate its spiritual power. Instantly, every person present revealed grotesque, unwatchable possession faces.

It was Xu Ming!

After Wu Xian noticed the oil painting on the wall, Xu Ming’s expression suddenly turned triumphant—he raised his head and strode toward the head seat, and everyone in the room rose to bow to him.

Xu Ming pushed open the grand door and invited Wu Xian inside.

“Of course—from the very beginning!”

Everyone in the room gripped their utensils tightly, staring fixedly at Wu Xian, their eyes gleaming with strange hunger; one fat man had even begun drooling.

“How did you figure it out?”

Wu Xian returned to the residence and entered the topmost room directly.

“You probably enjoy this play—but to be fair… your directing skills are terrible.”

“The dog hair in the lab, the absurdly luxurious residence, a dining hall with no smell of food, you’re all suffering from possession paranoia yet show zero suspicion toward my ignorance…”

Xu Ming frowned: “You say we have weaknesses?”

After this world was seized by possessions, living humans became precious resources—each one shared among many possessions; Xu Ming rose to leadership precisely by managing this resource-sharing system.

Xu Ming’s face turned pale.

Wu Xian walked to the window facing the square, paused, and reached out to test it—confirming it could be opened.

“So I devised a method to extract special components from these substances, leading to the creation of this unique firearm. Without such weapons, humanity would’ve been wiped out long ago.”

Even if the meal hadn’t started, why were the platters already laid out—with not a single dish on them? And even if the food were brutal, why use bone-crushing hammers as utensils?

Except for Xu Ming.

“Your weakness is that you’re too human—you mimic human behavior, but poorly, which is why I’m still alive!”

Wu Xian sighed.

“Perhaps he didn’t spray the scent because there are so many possessions out there—so many they’re everywhere—that he dared not spray himself, fearing he’d be eaten by his own kind!”

“I discovered that while possessions aren’t afraid of ordinary weapons, certain special components in black dog blood, black donkey hooves, menstrual blood, and children’s urine can harm them!”

“Another clue came from Jia—the flaw that exposed him was that he didn’t spray himself with the scent that makes possessions find humans delicious.”

Wu Xian raised his thumb in praise: “Incredible—no wonder you’re a great inventor. Mind sharing one with me?”

Xu Ming lifted his head proudly.

“So we openly brought you to dinner precisely to lure him into attacking you, thereby eliminating this problem once and for all.”

Before each seat lay a platter and utensils—bone-crushing hammers, scalpels, electric saws, and more…

On the wall directly opposite the door hung a massive oil painting.

Wu Xian’s first words made Xu Ming’s expression flicker: “Actually, I’ve long suspected you’re all possessions.”

“That’s my invention—the firearm designed specifically for possessions!”

“I already used this thing to scan you all back then…”

“You think putting on human skins and living like humans made you stronger?”

“No—you’re only terrifying when you’re monsters!”

(End of Chapter)