A Psychiatrist's Bizarre Game Journey / Dream of the Mist

However, Prince Wu'an did not answer Zhou Ke'er's question. He simply raised his right hand and waved it slightly to the side.

Immediately, two or three women who appeared to be maids, whose faces were indistinct for some reason, quickly stepped out from the shadows behind him, lifted up the maid who was lying on the ground with weak breaths, and returned to the darkness behind him.

"I wonder what brings the Prince of Wu'an to invite me here so late at night?"

Fearing that Zhou Ke'er might say something confrontational or deliberately provoke him, Ying Kuo mustered his courage and asked first.

"Captain Ying actually dares to question me. Doesn't he realize that with such a commotion you've caused in my territory, how can I possibly sleep peacefully?"

As he answered, the Prince of Wu'an turned and walked forward, seemingly gesturing for Zhou Ke'er and the others to follow. "If I hadn't summoned you here now, you would probably have gone straight to the capital, wouldn't you?"

"Indeed, may I ask what advice the Prince of Wu'an may offer?"

Zhou Ke'er raised her slender, upturned eyebrows, her words carrying a rather aggressive tone, "May I ask, Prince Wu'an, if we don't go to the capital, do you think we can hide in some remote, desolate place beyond the borders, or some uninhabited place overseas?"

"No. I do not deny that if we want to break the deadlock, the capital is the only place we can go, but if we are unprepared... then it is not breaking the deadlock, but just courting death."

The Prince of Wu'an's eerie voice came from the darkness ahead, "Even if I had survived by sheer luck, I would have ended up in this state that is neither human nor ghost."

"So, you've already been to the capital?"

Zhou Ke'er quickly followed Prince Wu'an into a dark little house, casually waved the flame in her hand, and looked around the room.

Perhaps because Prince Wu'an spent more time in this room than outside, the changes inside were more severe than those outside, and even the ground was covered with ubiquitous black mist.

"I have been there."

Prince Wu'an frowned slightly as he looked at the flame in Zhou Ke'er's hand, but still waved his hand behind him.

Then a maid slowly emerged from the darkness and placed a candle steadily on a low table in front of everyone.

Zhou Ke'er sat down cross-legged without any hesitation, shook the flame in her hand to light the candle, and asked, "So, what is the situation in the capital now?"

"Hell on Earth".

The Prince of Wu'an remained silent for a while, forcing himself to stare at the faint firelight, seemingly lost in thought, as if he did not want to recall what he had just seen. He frowned and answered.

"Dare you say a few more words? Is it that opening your mouth to speak will strain your sphincter muscles or that the vibration of your vocal cords will shatter your testicles? What's with sputtering out four words at a time like squeezing toothpaste?"

Zhou Ke'er pouted unhappily, crossed her arms, and bluntly retorted, "Can you be more specific? What are you trying to prove with this riddle?"

"It's not that I said it on purpose, but... if you haven't seen such a scene with your own eyes, even if I describe it to you, I can't possibly recreate even a fraction of it."

Prince Wu'an was good-tempered and didn't react much to Zhou Ke'er's rebuke. Of course, it was also possible that he didn't understand what Zhou Ke'er was saying, but in any case, he said with a serious face: "If it weren't for the fact that I had a group of soldiers who were willing to die to help me, and that some of my assassins had sacrificed their lives... I might not even be able to return to this place."

He paused, hesitated for a moment, and then continued, "I met other vassal kings in the capital. Some of them were clearly dead in the capital, with no chance of survival, but... after I escaped the capital, I heard news from my spies that I had secretly sent out. They were still in their own territories, seemingly unharmed. That's the most terrifying thing. I'm starting to wonder if those vassal kings are truly the same people they were before."

"Oh? And what about you? How can you be so sure that your memories of yourself are real? How can you be so sure that you didn't actually die in the capital?"

Zhou Ke'er's lips curled into a smile as she extended her index finger and pressed it against the chest of the Prince of Wu'an. "How do you know... that beneath this skin, it's truly still you? Are you sure?"

## Chapter 498, Section 493: The Chapter of Stealing Heaven (Part Twelve)

Upon hearing Zhou Ke'er's words, the Prince of Wu'an stiffened almost imperceptibly for a few seconds, remained silent for a long while, and then slowly replied, "I... don't know either. I cannot be sure."

"So you didn't know? That's great, then let me be merciful and tell you."

Zhou Ke'er withdrew her hand from pointing at Prince Wu'an, waved it in front of her, and said with a grin, "The corpse is talking."

As soon as Zhou Ke'er finished speaking, she felt the temperature in the room drop several degrees, and a strong sense of malice emanated from the ubiquitous black mist.

The Prince of Wu'an remained silent for a while, then his burly body slammed onto the table. If Zhou Ke'er hadn't been quick-witted, she would have knocked over the candle.

Immediately, from behind him... at a location resembling a huge wound, a violent burst of black mist erupted, tearing through the fabric of the Prince of Wu'an's clothes and exposing the shocking wound to everyone's eyes.

Immediately, under Zhou Ke'er's interested gaze, the dark figure gradually condensed into the appearance of the Prince of Wu'an that Zhou Ke'er had seen in the corridor earlier.

"How did you find out...?"

The black shadow, resembling a human head, suddenly split open, making a sound as it closed. It looked strange and grotesque: "I even preserved a trace of his consciousness. I thought my performance should be flawless. Could something have gone wrong?"

Wei Yang and Ying Kuo had never witnessed such a shocking scene before. They froze on the spot, heads bowed, too afraid to move—let alone escape. They were both intelligent men and knew perfectly well that if they tried to run away... they would truly be doomed. Ying Kuo, in particular, felt a chill run down his spine at the thought of having just spoken with such a monstrous thing.

"It's a really stupid question. But let me, in my great mercy, tell you anyway."

Zhou Ke'er wore a wicked smile that was both alluring and chilling. "Because... I don't know this Prince of Wu'an at all. No matter how convincingly you act, what does it have to do with me? Besides... your low-class acting is simply unbearable to watch in front of those in power!"

As she spoke, Zhou Ke'er slowly stood up and floated into the air without warning, looking down at the black mist that was looking up at her. Before anyone else could react to what Zhou Ke'er meant, she suddenly waved her hand.

Immediately, the black mist in the entire room began to wail, making nauseating noises, but as if it had been subjected to some irresistible force, it surged uncontrollably towards Zhou Ke'er and finally entered his right eye.

Even the black mist that came out of Prince Wu'an's body almost got absorbed by Zhou Ke'er if she hadn't been quick enough to re-enter his body.

"It looks like a lot, which is daunting, but it's just a bunch of empty shells with no quality!"

While absorbing these evil entities, Zhou Ke'er casually commented and pointed out, "Moreover, the most foolish thing is to disperse your own evil entity and attach it to other things... This is completely weakening yourself, and you can only deal with weaklings. It's a complete loss."

Hearing Zhou Ke'er's words, Wei Yang and Ying Kuo both kept their eyes down, silently chanting, "I didn't hear anything... I didn't hear anything..."

The black mist, disguised as the Prince of Wu'an, revealed a hint of fear in its eyes and trembled as it asked, "What...what exactly are you?"

"It's no fun to insult people like that."

Zhou Ke'er gracefully descended from mid-air to the ground. The character "壹" in her right eye's double pupil was clearly visible. Although it was a perfectly normal square character, it gave those who saw it an eerie feeling, as if the character came from some twisted murmur from the abyss. "Obviously, I am just an existence occupying this body, but... I am much stronger than you, so I can see through your essence at a glance."

Finally, finally, one day Zhou Ke'er was able to say that she was very strong! Before, because all her talent points were misplaced on escaping, she ultimately had to rely on sacrificing weapons as her trump card... Although she hadn't suffered any major losses due to insufficient strength, she was still still unhappy—thinking about what Zhou Ke'er had experienced before: being beaten up by Long Aotian at the beginning, and then being beaten up by other NPCs... Especially in the Capital Tournament module, Zhou Ke'er was beaten so badly that she had to run away with her head in her hands, fleeing for her life in a sorry state.

Who would have thought that he would one day mock others for being too weak!

This feeling is so amazing, it's like I'm about to have an orgasm!

A blush involuntarily rose to Zhou Ke'er's cheeks, making her appearance even more charming and alluring.

"Do you understand now? Be honest, what's the situation in the capital right now?"

Slowly walking to the table, Zhou Ke'er parted her lips slightly, extended a finger, and gently poked the forehead of the Prince of Wu'an. Immediately, a massive surge of malevolent energy surged precisely from his fingertip. In no time, the malevolent energy cowering within the Prince of Wu'an's corpse was instantly repelled.

After doing all this, Zhou Ke'er disgustedly wiped her hands on Wei Yang's clothes—completely unaware that she herself was still covered in blood that had splattered from Ying Kuo and hadn't dried or congealed yet, making her even dirtier.

The moment he was ejected from the corpse of Prince Wu'an, the dark figure finally saw clearly the evil within Zhou Ke'er's body—he was merely an evil possessing the corpse, while the other party... was a walking, humanoid evil! Beneath the entire skin was an incomparably surging and vast evil, so immense that just seeing it made one feel a sense of suffocation, as if looking up at a towering mountain... The amount of evil on just one of the other party's fingers far exceeded all the evil within his entire body!

Under such impact, the dark figure could barely maintain its shape and collapsed to the ground like a lump of mud.

"I'm asking you a question, didn't you hear me?"

Zhou Ke'er walked around the table, looking down at the dark figure sprawled on the floor. Her eyebrows furrowed slightly, and she couldn't help but show a look of disgust. "Isn't this disgusting posture enough?"

The shadowy figure exuded an aura of terror—Zhou Ke'er was truly terrifying. Not only did she possess such a massive amount of malevolent energy, but what was even more frightening was that when he first met her, he hadn't noticed anything amiss... It was merely a physical shell, yet she could isolate such a vast amount of malevolent energy from external perception... No one in the capital could do such a thing!

If we let her go to the capital...

The entire capital will become her granary!

"Hmph... Not going to say anything? I understand."

Zhou Ke'er sneered and said quietly, "It seems that there is no one stronger than me in the entire capital, right? Then there's nothing to be afraid of."

As she spoke, Zhou Ke'er squatted down, leaned close to the dark figure, and whispered, "Watermelon salad burger."

The spoken words, imbued with a powerful, malevolent energy, surged directly into the shadowy figure, instantly destroying its ability to think and forcing it to remain in this state, endlessly muttering: "Watermelon salad burger, watermelon salad burger, watermelon...".

## Chapter 499, Section 494: The Thief of Heaven (Thirteen)

"Tsk, they called us over in the middle of the night, but they didn't even give us a cup of tea."

Zhou Ke'er stood up, stretched lazily, turned to look at Wei Yang and Ying Kuo, who were trembling with fear, heads down and eyes downcast. She waved her hand and said, "What are you still standing there for? Let's go. I thought they would be something special, but they're just like that. What a waste of time. Let's hurry to the capital."

Ying Kuo was drenched in cold sweat and trembling violently, thinking to himself, "Isn't this some kind of formidable woman?! Where did those people in the capital get the audacity to plot against her? Have they all gone mad?!"

Wei Yang didn't think as much as Ying Kuo. As soon as Zhou Ke'er spoke, he followed her like a lackey, not daring to leave her side for even a moment.

"Ying Kuo? What are you waiting for? Lead the way. Where's the teleportation array to the capital?"

Looking at Ying Kuo, who seemed to be stunned, Zhou Ke'er couldn't help but frown slightly and urge him to remind her.

"This...it's coming right away!"

Upon hearing this, Ying Kuo instantly snapped out of his daze. He immediately abandoned any further thoughts and hurriedly ran to Zhou Ke'er's side. "The teleportation array is not far from the Wu'an Prince's residence. I'll take you there right away..."

The three arrived at the teleportation array in silence. They didn't suspect that the so-called teleportation array might be a trap set by Ying Kuo—in any case, Zhou Ke'er wasn't afraid of any trap, so she simply didn't bother with it. It was rare for Zhou Ke'er to be so confident in her abilities.

Without hesitation, he followed Ying Kuo into the teleportation array and watched with great interest as Ying Kuo activated it.

Soon, after a dizzying spin, the surrounding scenery changed instantly, and the three of them found themselves in a dilapidated shack.

"arrive?"

Zhou Ke'er stepped out of the teleportation array and subconsciously surveyed her surroundings. It was the dead of night, and the house was empty. Everything was silent; not even the sound of the wind could be heard.

But Ying Kuo's face turned deathly pale instantly, cold sweat broke out on his forehead, and he stared at Zhou Ke'er with wide eyes in horror: "This...this isn't outside the capital, this is inside the capital! Someone tampered with the teleportation array! We should have been teleported outside the city!"

"That's it? Don't overreact. It's not bad to just go straight into the capital; it saves a lot of trouble. At least we won't have to figure out how to get into the city anymore, right?"

Zhou Ke'er sniffed lightly. The air was filled with an eerie smell. The concentration of the eerie smell in this city was so high that the air felt somewhat viscous. "Furthermore... since someone has tampered with it, it means that there must be a culprit lying in wait. In that case, we don't need to go through the trouble of finding them. They will come to us on their own. How convenient is that?"

After saying that, Zhou Ke'er turned her head toward the shadows, her red lips parted slightly, and a charming yet mocking smile curved her lips: "Is that so? You must have had a hard time squatting here for so long."

There's nothing we can do about it. It's hard to say about other things, but Zhou Ke'er is incredibly sensitive to anything strange. She can easily detect even the slightest thing that's off, let alone at such close range.

Who would use stealth in front of someone else?

"Hmph, Officer Zhou...it seems we all underestimated you."

A hoarse yet deep voice came from the shadows, and then a dark figure slowly emerged...

"Can you speak properly? Can you speak properly? Why do all villains sound like this? Are you afraid people won't recognize you as a villain?"

Before the creature could finish speaking, Zhou Ke'er flashed to the front of the dark figure, grabbed its head, and slammed it against a nearby pillar while earnestly advising, "Don't you feel uncomfortable talking like that? It's uncomfortable for me to listen to you too. Are you sick? Why do you have to speak in such a hoarse voice? Can't you speak normally? If you don't want your voice, then don't have it. I'll just tear it off for you, okay?"

To be honest, Zhou Ke'er was already tired of hearing that kind of voice, but these villains still seemed to enjoy it. They were really something else.

"..."

Ying Kuo trembled. He had almost planned to use a falsetto to cover it up at first, but Zhou Ke'er had disrupted his plans, and he forgot about it in his haste... otherwise he would have been hammered on the head too.

Wait a minute... he's already been hit on the head, right? Oh well, never mind.

"boom!"

The shadowy figure's arm twisted into a bizarre arc in an instant, and slammed towards Zhou Ke'er's temple. But in the blink of an eye, it was blocked by a thin layer of black mist that suddenly appeared, and a violent impact sound was heard.

"That's really naughty of you."

Zhou Ke'er's smile revealed a hint of danger. Then, without warning, the shadowy figure's arm was suddenly torn off by something invisible, leaving traces of the tear at the cut.