I am a full-level celestial master, you let me enter the strange talk of rules?

The little boy's struggles weakened, and Zhang Yangqing continued:
"He didn't abandon you. He just wanted you to live, to become stronger, and for the person who raised you to give you better resources and a better future. He lost two people he loved dearly, and he was the one who was suffering."

“I admit he’s trying to avoid us, but have you ever thought about whether you want to see him and talk things through with him?”

The blood red in the little boy's eyes began to fade.

"You! You're lying!" His voice was no longer so angry, but trembled slightly.

Zhang Yangqing looked at him and said seriously, "You haven't seen him for many years, have you? Do you miss him? You're all grown up now, and you're stronger. Do you want to beat him up? Do you want to ask him why he abandoned you back then? Do you want to hear his explanation in person?"

The little boy's body began to tremble.

Another will within him roared frantically: "Don't listen to him! He's lying to you! He's a liar!"

But another light began to appear in the little boy's eyes.

That is the light that belongs to humanity.

"Big brother, is what you said true?" His voice became childish, with a hint of expectation.

Zhang Yangqing laughed: "Really, as long as you come with me and completely remove that guy from your body, I'll take you to see him."

That eerie will is still roaring, still struggling.

But the little boy has already made his choice.

He nodded vigorously, and Zhang Yangqing put him down.

The little boy closed his eyes and began a mental battle with his other personality.

The endless stream of little boys that were rushing towards them vanished instantly.

In that special area, only Zhang Yangqing and his two companions remained, along with the little boy with his eyes closed and a face full of pain.

The blond-haired weirdo and the copper-skinned weirdo, panting heavily, slowly walked over.

Copper Skin looked at Zhang Yangqing strangely, his eyes filled with awe.

He knew that once this "expert" took over the account, everything would be fine.

But he couldn't help but ask, "Master, how did you know about this little thing's history?"

Zhang Yangqing said calmly, "On the way, I met a strange passenger who lost his child. His experience was similar. After reading his memory fragments, I roughly understood."

In fact, Zhang Yangqing had many ways to deal with them. From the moment he took over the account, Tongpi had already sensed that the children posed no threat to him.

Zhang Yangqing simply used the simplest method.

The blond-haired man scratched his head strangely and asked another question: "Big brother, I find it strange. This kid is much weaker than me. I feel like I could kill him with a flick of my wrist, but why did I feel like I couldn't exert any strength just now and couldn't escape his control?"

Zhang Yangqing glanced at him: "You two have been assimilated."

"Assimilation?" they both asked in unison.

Zhang Yangqing explained, “This is a special kind of psychological attack, a kind of ‘identification’ attack. He showed you a lot of memory images, and those images are the source of the little guy’s negative emotions. Once you identify with his experiences and feel his suffering, you have already been corrupted by him on a psychological level.”

“In this situation, you cannot kill him because you have already resonated with his emotions.”

He paused, then added, "There might only be one in ten million strange creatures with this ability. This kid's mental talent is absolutely top-notch."

The blond-haired weirdo and the copper-skinned weirdo looked at the little boy who was still fighting, and their eyes changed.

In those eyes, there was greed, longing, and a desire to possess.

Zhang Yangqing sneered: "Stop your petty schemes. Killing you two would be too easy for me, understand?"

His tone was calm, but an invisible pressure instantly enveloped the two of them.

That's how Zhang Yangqing does things; once he senses something is wrong, he'll try to nip it in the bud to avoid leaving too many regrets later.

The blond-haired man was startled and immediately waved his hands, "Big brother! I was just curious! I absolutely didn't have that kind of thought! I swear to my soul!"

Copper Skin might have had some ideas, but how could he dare to say them at this moment? He quickly stated, "Great God, I also have principles! I assure you, unless that little guy poses a huge threat to my area, I will not take action. Otherwise, I will absolutely not touch him. This is my rule, there's no way around it."

Zhang Yangqing nodded: "Remember what you said. I am not a kind person, but I will definitely do what I say."

In short, it demonstrates the attitude of a top-tier expert.

In his mind's eye, the strange consciousness was thrilled: This master is so cool! He's my idol!
After a while, the little boy opened his eyes.

His eyes were no longer blood red, nor did they switch between human and eerie states.

Those were clear eyes, tinged with weariness, yet incredibly resolute.

He looked at Zhang Yangqing, then jogged over, grabbed Zhang Yangqing's trouser leg, and looked up at him expectantly. Zhang Yangqing looked down at him and said with a smile, "Let's go, I'll take you to find your dad."

He turned around and walked out with the little boy.

The blond-haired boy followed behind suspiciously, his playful nature evident. He leaned close to the little boy and asked, "Little guy, aren't you afraid of him?"

The little boy glanced at him, then at the strange copper-plated object beside him, and shook his head earnestly: "Big brother is very sincere, unlike you two, who are both ugly and hypocritical."

The blond-haired man gave a strange look: "."

The copper sheet looked eerie: "."

Copper Skin's inner defenses crumbled: Damn it, you can curse him if you want, but why are you cursing me!
The two men looked grim, seething with anger but not daring to lash out.

Zhang Yangqing didn't even turn his head, and casually added, "Don't take it to heart, kids don't lie."

The blond-haired man gave a strange look: "."

The copper sheet looked eerie: "."

Are you trying to comfort us? That's just adding insult to injury!
Okay, you're the expert, we're just clowns, that's enough!

As they spoke, Zhang Yangqing led the little boy to the door of room 314.

It was a mouthless, eerie room.

Zhang Yangqing stood in front of room 314 and raised his hand to knock.

"Dong dong dong."

no respond.

He knocked three more times.

"Dong dong dong."

Soft footsteps came from inside the door, and then the door slowly opened a crack.

The mouthless creature strangely poked out half its body, and upon seeing Zhang Yangqing, a hint of doubt flashed in its eyes.

He was about to ask something in sign language when his gaze fell on the small figure behind Zhang Yangqing.

The mouthless, eerie body froze instantly.

The little boy also peeked out from behind Zhang Yangqing and looked at the familiar yet unfamiliar figure at the door.

Their eyes met, and time seemed to stand still.

His mouthless, eerie eyes instantly reddened, and his lips trembled slightly as if he wanted to say something, but no sound came out.

He raised his hand, as if to touch something, but his hand trembled in mid-air and finally fell limply to the ground.

Guilt.

disturbed.

remorse.

There is also a deep, unspeakable longing.

All his emotions were written on his silent face.

The little boy looked at him, but there was no joy in his eyes from their reunion, only a wary question: "Why don't you want me?"

His voice was soft, yet it was like a knife, piercing the mouthless, eerie heart.

The mouthless, eerie body swayed, barely managing to stand by holding onto the door frame.

He opened his mouth and silently uttered a few words, but no sound came out.

The little boy continued, his voice growing louder: "Do you know how I've lived all these years? Do you know how that guy treated me? Do you know how much I hate you?"

The mouthless creature lowered its head strangely, its shoulders trembling slightly.

He couldn't bear to look his son in the eye.

He didn't know what expression to wear when facing the child.

He owes him far too much. (End of Chapter)