Infinite Demon God: How can I download it if I don't have enough data?

Under the sunlight, the glass only faintly reflects a blurry outline.

He got up and walked closer.

Below the window are meticulously manicured lawns and evergreen trees, while in the distance, tall cast-iron railings with pointed tops like spears surround the view.

However, what Hu Long cared about was not that, but the reflection on the glass.

As he drew closer, the reflection gradually became clearer: dry, disheveled hair reaching his shoulders, a blurry, gaunt face—that was the body's original appearance.

This body is only twenty-one years old, but looks like it's in its sixties. This is because its physical condition is too poor, its skin is bloodless, and it is extremely thin.

This was not what Hu Long cared about.

His gaze sank deeper, into the distance.

Behind the shoulder of one's own reflection.

There should have been only an empty corner there.

But now, there stands an extremely conspicuous emerald green figure.

Because of the glass, it was blurry like a thin mist, and you could only vaguely make out the figure of a woman with her hair in a bun and a white and green hairpin.

She stood motionless, her back to him, her figure slender and graceful.

The moment Hu Long saw that emerald green, the surrounding light seemed to dim suddenly.

At the same time, a chill suddenly enveloped his body without warning.

Cold, sticky, and carrying a kind of inhuman malice.

The feeling was like being slowly coiled up by a venomous snake.

Hu Long could clearly feel every inch of his skin breaking out in goosebumps at that moment.

The moment his gaze fixed on it.

The figure in the corner suddenly blurred for a moment.

The emerald green seemed to have dimmed slightly, turning into a dark green.

At the same time, it began to tremble without warning, and its head, which had been hanging low, suddenly lifted upwards.

Then, at an angle impossible for a human to achieve, it was forcibly twisted in the direction of Hu Long.

The next instant, a bloodied and mangled face suddenly came into view.

However, his facial features were twisted and distorted like melted wax, with only two dark holes staring straight at him.

In an instant.

Hu Long felt as if his scalp had suddenly exploded, and countless white snowflakes appeared before his eyes, followed by a dizzying and nauseous feeling.

His survival instinct compelled him to immediately look away, not daring to look for even half a second longer.

Almost at the same moment I looked away, the cold, sticky feeling that had enveloped my whole body receded like a tide, disappearing completely.

The ward fell silent again, with only his own heavy breathing echoing in his ears like a drumbeat.

After a moment, the white dots in front of my eyes, which flickered like snowflakes caused by an unstable signal on an old television set, slowly faded away.

The sunlight streaming in through the window seemed to have lost its warmth at that moment.

Hu Long didn't look at the glass again, but turned to look at the corner of the wall behind him where the emerald green figure had been standing inside the glass.

There is nothing there.

Having retained his original body's memories, he understood that the ghostly thing could only be observed through mirror reflection.

Thinking of this, Hu Long's expression did not improve at all; instead, it gradually darkened.

"As expected... it's still here."

"Is it a ghost? Or some kind of... curse?"

Although the reflection was blurred through the glass, as if shrouded in mist, Hu Long knew, based on the original owner's remaining memories, that this was the very thing that had appeared.

This led to the original owner's gradual mental breakdown.

This is also the culprit that drove him to become a "persecution maniac" in the eyes of others.

If it were just that eerie and terrifying feeling, that would be fine.

Just ignore it and don't observe it.

But the reality is naturally not that simple.

This is not an illusion, and it cannot be avoided simply by ignoring it.

It would intensify over time, gradually encroaching on him, inch by inch, until it finally invaded reality, entangled, bound, and strangled him to death with its black hair.

That's how the original owner died.

Hu Long originally thought that after the original owner died, this ghostly thing should also disappear.

However, it seems that this is not the case now; it is still there.

This is undoubtedly a very bad situation.

In some ways, this means that, barring any unforeseen circumstances, when the time comes, he will follow in the footsteps of the original owner and be killed by this thing.

Fortunately, the only good news is that after the original owner died, this thing seems to have triggered some kind of mechanism, as if it had been reset, returning to its original state, which is still some distance away from him.

Just like the first time I saw it in the original owner's memories.

It took nearly four years from when the original owner first saw this monster to when she was killed.

Putting myself in his shoes, this also means that Hu Long still has enough time and won't die immediately.

However, this is only his judgment, and whether it is true remains to be seen.

This thing is ultimately a time bomb, and it's best to defuse it as soon as possible.

Hu Long hates this feeling of being powerless, but he has no way to change it at the moment.

Take a deep breath.

He calmed the surging emotions in his eyes and pulled himself back to his senses.

Then, he turned his gaze to the doorway.

Two faint footsteps could be heard outside the corridor, approaching this way.

Then, the sound stopped in front of the iron gate.

—Click!

The key turned, and the door was pushed open.

Two figures entered the room one after the other.

"301, it's time to take your medication."

The person in the lead was a nurse in a white uniform, who pushed a cart in.

Behind her was a burly male caregiver wearing a mask.

After the two entered the room, they immediately saw Hu Long sitting on the bed.

The caregiver stepped forward and reached out to press down on Hu Long's arm.

Having just digested some of the original owner's memories, Hu Long did not offer any resistance.

Given his current physical condition, resistance is futile.

The nurse glanced at the young man in front of her with some surprise.

The other person's eyes were glazed over, as if they were lost in thought, and they were much quieter than usual.

"Take your medicine."

The nurse breathed a slight sigh of relief when she saw that Hu Long was not resisting or agitating as usual.

She took out two capsules and put them into Hu Long's mouth, then fed him some water. After confirming with her own eyes that he had swallowed them, she also checked his mouth to see if he had any hidden medicine before she stopped.

The whole process went more smoothly than I had imagined.

However, it saved her a lot of trouble.

Seeing that Hu Long was unusually calm and didn't struggle, the nurse paused for a moment, then asked softly:

How are you feeling today?

As the nurse in charge of this ward, she was well aware of the patient's condition.

Instead of improving after treatment, the condition worsened.

For the past six months, he has hardly said a word.

She had only asked casually and hadn't expected a response.

However, to her surprise, Hu Long slowly raised his head and glanced at her.

"I feel...much better now."

His voice was terribly hoarse, like rusty iron scraping against each other.

The nurse paused slightly, a hint of surprise flashing in her eyes.

However, she didn't ask any more questions and just nodded.

"That's good. You should rest well, take your medicine on time, and call for help if you need anything."

As she spoke, she pointed to the red call bell on the iron bed next to her.

After receiving a response from Hu Long.

She pushed the cart and turned to walk out the door.

The male caregiver followed closely behind, and the iron gate closed again, separating the inside from the outside into two worlds.

Silence returned to the room.

Hu Long withdrew his gaze.

He said that intentionally.

He needs to act normally; at the very least, he can't stay here indefinitely.

Staying here is tantamount to waiting to die.

Having barely survived, Hu Long naturally didn't want to die again.

Neither death nor returning to his paralyzed body after death is what he wants to see.

Thinking of this.

Hu Long's eyes twitched slightly, a strange light flashing in them.

Now, compared to before.

The gloom brought by that eerie figure dissipated considerably.

Of course, it wasn't because the medicine I just took was working.

Although that drug can stabilize mood, it's impossible for it to work so quickly.

There is another reason.

Thinking of this.

His gaze shifted downwards.

At this very moment, several lines of tiny silver characters are appearing on his retina, which should have been empty.