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"!!!"

That sound...

Xiang Yu's temple throbbed; he recognized the voice—exactly the same as the ghost who had sung "The Day Is Short" before.

Everyone except Xiang Yu thought the voice was terrifying, especially Li Yiheng, who was naturally timid. So he could only say tremblingly, "Um, little sister, let's change the song, this one is too creepy..."

"I do not know the height of the blue sky or the thickness of the yellow earth; I only see the cold moon and the warm sun, which come to erode human life."

Anling did not turn around.

It was as if her soul had been ripped out, and another soul had quietly filled in, still uttering each word in a tone that didn't belong to the living.

Xiang Yu felt that the amount of information was too much. Sure enough, An Ling, as the chosen one of the world, could not possibly be just a pretty face.

But what about this An Ling in front of me? Is she possessed by something, or has she been hiding something beneath that gentle face from the very beginning?

The thought had barely formed when An Ling's voice fell again.

"I will cut off the dragon's feet and chew its flesh, so that it may not return in the morning or lie down at night."

"Naturally, the old do not die, and the young do not weep."

Just as Anling finished singing this line, Xiangyu noticed that the pebbles and dust under his feet seemed to be slowly floating up.

Dust flowed back towards the roof against gravity, and shattered tiles flew back to the walls, fitting perfectly back into the original cracks. The jagged fragments at the broken ends of the massive pillars were now growing back inch by inch, as if they had never been broken at all.

"What happened? How come the pillar is fixed?" The man in the paper clothes was stunned. He didn't understand what had happened.

"It's not that it's fixed... it's that time has reversed." Xiang Yu is more familiar with these scenes; he has seen many movies with similar special effects. "The time and space around us are playing backwards."

"Rewind? Time has gone back to the past?"

"Pretty much, you see."

Xiang Yu pointed to the ghost skin that Ji Zhuo had torn off as a ghost, and saw that the ghost skin slowly repaired itself and was put back on Ji Zhuo's body.

"This..." Ji Zhuo was dumbfounded. He hadn't expected things to turn out this way.

"In that case, we can't miss this opportunity." Xiang Yu immediately understood An Ling's purpose. "Those escaped corpses should have returned to their original positions!"

An Ling's singing gradually faded, like the receding tide. The force that had been dragging everything backward also loosened. Xiang Yu knew that the moment was hanging by a thread; a moment too early and the corpse wouldn't be back in its place, a moment too late and time and space would be restored.

Having learned his lesson from last time, Xiang Yu left no room for retreat this time. He moved like a drawn sword, crouching low, pushing off the ground, and charging forward, delivering a sweeping kick that slammed into the first giant pillar.

With a muffled thud, the pillar exploded, sending the huddled corpse inside flying. Using the recoil, he advanced instead of retreating, dashing diagonally to the second pillar.

The instant he landed, he threw a punch with his right fist, striking the second pillar squarely. The pillar cracked, he was sent flying, and the recoil propelled him toward the third pillar.

One can break through two, and two can break through three.

He was like a speedrunner who knew the levels inside and out; his footwork and punches were perfectly synchronized. Eight giant pillars shattered one after another as he moved through the air, and before the dust had settled, he was already at the next location. What would normally take three times the effort was crammed into a single breath.

All eight corpses were brought back to light.

"Wow..." The people next to them stared wide-eyed, forgetting to close their mouths.

Xiang Yu slowly withdrew from his stance, landed back in his original position, casually kicked away the broken tiles at his feet, then bent down and pulled the eight corpses back one by one, stacking them neatly in one place.

The man in the paper clothes stumbled forward, frantically searching through the pile of corpses, his fingertips trembling so much he could barely grasp anything. Finally, he stopped.

"really……"

He found him. Months of staking out, braving wind and rain, had finally come to fruition. But when the body was truly laid out before him, he didn't know whether to laugh or cry. His goal was achieved, the person was found—and then he just squatted on the ground, his shoulders shaking with sobs.

"younger brother……"

Xiang Yu didn't disturb him, but walked over to Ji Zhuo's side. Ji Zhuo asked, "We clearly found eight corpses... so why hasn't the surrounding scenery returned to normal?"

"Because it needs to be completely destroyed..." Xiang Yu slowly replied, "but this thing cannot be destroyed by conventional means; there is only one way."

"What method?"

"Let me eat it."

Li Yiheng, who was standing to the side, was stunned by these Hannibal-like remarks, and then said tremblingly, "Section Chief Xiang, you must be joking..."

"Do I look like I'm joking?" Xiang Yu remained expressionless.

"But……"

Her previously relaxed posture suddenly became urgent, as if she wanted to finish a piece of music that only she could hear before time and space were restored.

The eight already twisted and deformed corpses relaxed in her singing, their grotesque and exaggerated postures slowly returning to tranquility, as if an unseen hand was drawing away, retracting, and crushing the "eerie" attached to their bodies one by one.

The surrounding scenery began to distort and tumble violently, like a folded painting. Then, the distortion slowly faded, and they returned to the original shopping mall.

This time, the eight corpses are still there, but they have likely been turned into ordinary corpses.

"……it's over?"

"Probably." Xiang Yu was a little disappointed that she hadn't gotten to try the strange treat this time.

[Unlock the illustration: E+ level calamity - Mall survival]

[Congratulations on completing the main quest!!!]

Main Quest 2: Help the Child of the World survive until December 18th.

With the system's reminder, Xiang Yu realized that he had actually spent so much time here.

I remember writing this in my diary...

[I heard that the New Century Commercial Center would be having a singer perform at midnight. We waited a long time before we finally heard her sing, and she sang beautifully.]

【No, I know!】

【I know, I know who that singing woman is!】

In other words, "12 o'clock" actually refers to midnight, and the woman singing is actually An Ling herself?

No wonder the diary ended with her saying she knew who the woman singing was...

Then, the system spoke again, its voice cold and mechanical—

[Didi, the company plans to speak with you tonight. Please keep your phone accessible.]

The company... wants to speak with me?

Xiang Yu raised an eyebrow. "Has this lousy company finally decided to contact me?"

Xiang Yu is now filled with questions. Although he has deduced some of them through his own logic, the more questions he answers, the more questions arise.

He needs to give the other party a good talking-to.