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

"This is impossible! What are you?! You're not Zhou Ke'er!"

The dark figure was completely taken aback by this turn of events, and was naturally filled with shock and anger. It immediately retreated back into the shadows and asked incredulously—but this time, whether intentionally or unintentionally, it no longer maintained that hoarse and eerie voice, but sounded much more normal, just the voice of an ordinary middle-aged man.

"Honestly, how can you talk like that? Am I not Zhou Ke'er, or are you? Nobody understands Zhou Ke'er better than me. Who do you think you are?"

Clearly, hiding in the darkness was pointless, and Zhou Ke'er pulled him out with a casual tug.

The dark figure gradually lost its form, and wisps of black mist rose from its body as if evaporating, eventually transforming into the appearance of a middle-aged man, with blood seeping from the wound on his severed arm.

But this guy is no match for even the Prince of Wu'an from before; he's probably just an appetizer.

"Who is your master? And...did you come here specifically to wait for us?"

Zhou Ke'er asked casually, but she didn't really think the other party would answer her; it was just a formality.

As expected, just as Zhou Ke'er predicted, this guy wouldn't answer at all, he just gritted his teeth and wouldn't say anything.

However, there was no need to care about that anyway. In Zhou Ke'er's view, everything here was pitch black, not even light gray—and the darkest place was undoubtedly the palace.

So there's no need to care who's involved in this; just rush in and capture the ringleader first.

Thinking this, Zhou Ke'er casually tossed the thing in her hand to the ground and waved to Wei Yang and Ying Kuo, "Alright, stop standing there. Let's go."

"No...don't we need to get rid of it?"

Upon hearing this, Ying Kuo quickly followed and pointed to the guy that Zhou Ke'er had thrown aside, asking him a question.

What are you talking about?

Zhou Ke'er didn't even turn her head. "Do you still want to collect his body?"

As Zhou Ke'er finished speaking, a soft "thud" was heard, and then the guy's good head fell off, rolled twice on the ground, and died with his eyes wide open.

## Chapter 500, Section 495: The Chapter of Stealing Heaven (Fourteenth)

Ying Kuo was startled; he hadn't even noticed when Zhou Ke'er had made her move. Didn't this just prove that with Zhou Ke'er's strength, even if Ying Kuo wanted to back out and escape, it wouldn't be a death wish...?

Thinking of this, Ying Kuo couldn't help but feel a little apprehensive and quickly followed Zhou Ke'er.

Zhou Ke'er turned her head without making a sound, glanced at the two people behind her who were walking quickly with their heads down as if on thin ice, and couldn't help but curl the corners of her mouth - surely no one would still be interested in him now?

Because of what happened with Mo Bugui, Zhou Ke'er doesn't dare to continue doing what she did in the module before. What if another Zhao Bugui or Qian Bugui comes along? Then there would be three men making a drama, and Zhou Ke'er wouldn't be able to handle it.

So from the very beginning, Zhou Ke'er has completely changed her previous character persona, and now she's got these two guys totally under her thumb. It's already quite remarkable that they're not afraid of Zhou Ke'er; expecting them to cling to her? Impossible!

Although these two guys are unlikely to reach Mo Bugui's level in terms of strength, the problem is that this ghost module's background is related to evil... and this thing is precisely the kind that can make the changes in strength completely unreasonable, so we have to be careful.

Zhou Ke'er has made up her mind to stop flirting!

Thinking of this, Zhou Ke'er nodded with great satisfaction. It seemed that all her efforts had not been in vain. As long as she kept moving forward, the road would continue to extend!

Immediately, Zhou Ke'er quickly put aside these chaotic thoughts, her eyes narrowed, and the scene in her vision became clearer and clearer—in the almost indistinguishable darkness in her vision, she saw a "line".

Indeed, as if they were living things, the city was filled with solid, sinister aggregates that resembled threads. Their source was in the highest pavilion of the imperial palace, from which endless black lines spread out, covering and enveloping the entire capital.

Under such a massive and overwhelming influence of evil, even ordinary people living in the city will be subtly... no, not subtly, but irreversibly changed in a very short period of time.

What's even more terrifying is that... this massive amount of malevolent energy, capable of covering an entire city, even if forced to become relatively sparse for the sake of quantity, is still an incredibly terrifying and immeasurable quantity when aggregated. Not to mention, the malevolent energy within the city, which is corrupted by this energy and forced to become malevolent, will continuously send back to the original malevolent energy to nourish it.

In this way, even the evil entity within Zhou Ke'er's body is far inferior to the evil entity's true form within that pavilion.

After all, he couldn't possibly allow the evil within him to spread throughout an entire city... that's really absurd, practically a biological weapon.

However... if that's the case...

Zhou Ke'er suddenly turned to look at Ying Kuo—and sure enough, a bright, jet-black thread was directly connected to his body, continuously transmitting strange, polluting substances into his body and absorbing the small amount of evil within him. These two processes were happening simultaneously.

Without thinking, Zhou Ke'er covered her hands with a layer of evil energy, reached out and grabbed the black line hard. Then, with her other hand, the evil energy condensed into the shape of a sharp blade and slashed down at the black line.

The black lines, which had inevitably become slightly thinner due to their excessive spread, were easily cut by Zhou Ke'er with a soft "snap".

It wasn't to save Ying Kuo or anything like that; Zhou Ke'er had no such kindness. Clearly, it was to prevent the evil entity within the palace from using this thing to manipulate those connected, which would be quite troublesome. If Ying Kuo led them astray, they'd have to fight their way in.

Unless absolutely necessary, Zhou Ke'er doesn't really enjoy playing Musou mode. Mowing down enemies is actually quite boring.

Wei Yang looked at Zhou Ke'er with a puzzled expression as she suddenly made strange movements towards the air. He didn't know what she was doing, but under Zhou Ke'er's intimidation, he didn't ask.

Ying Kuo seemed to have a feeling about it, and subconsciously revealed a look of surprise and uncertainty.

Immediately afterwards, Zhou Ke'er swiftly grabbed the severed piece of black thread and wrapped it around her hand twice.

Follow this line, and you can't go wrong.

However, the moment Zhou Ke'er grabbed the black thread, a violent tremor suddenly came from it.

At the same time, all the black mist and evil spirits that filled the surrounding air suddenly swept in and enveloped Zhou Ke'er.

It seemed to be coming on strong, but if it were any other power system, as long as it wasn't evil or spiritual, it could have caused Zhou Ke'er great harm, forcing him to teleport instantly.

Unfortunately... this level of evil had absolutely no effect on Zhou Ke'er, and she didn't even bother to dodge it.

"boom!"

The external evil collided violently with the evil spreading from Zhou Ke'er's body, producing a loud yet silent sound—because the collision created visible ripples, making it appear violent, but in reality, no sound was made, and the surroundings remained completely silent.

However, after these ripple-like traces swept away, the surrounding scenery began to change rapidly, revealing the true face beneath the illusion.

What was once a desolate, deserted city has now been transformed. All the buildings that were just intact have instantly become dilapidated, exuding an aura of decay and decay, and constantly emitting a slight creaking sound.

It wasn't the sound of the house shaking precariously, but rather countless fleshy-like things wriggling and spreading across the house, seemingly devouring its materials, making disgusting and sticky noises.

What they saw was not empty; in fact, the roadside was full of piled-up pieces of flesh or corpses, some still groaning, but long since lost consciousness, as countless writhing pieces of flesh crawled in and out of their mouths, eyes, ears, and so on, devouring their bodies.

Wei Yang and Ying Kuo had never seen anything like this before. If they could see their own sanity levels, they would probably find them plummeting.

But for Zhou Ke'er...

Uh, that's it?

It's actually quite appetizing?

"There's probably no one left alive in this city. Good heavens, this is supposed to be an ancient martial arts game, but it's turned into something like Resident Evil."

Zhou Ke'er continued forward at a leisurely pace, seemingly unconcerned about the occasional "crackling" or "squeaking" sounds of stray limbs and pieces of flesh stepping on them, which occasionally caused juices to splatter. But he didn't care.

"Hurry up and catch up... It's quite strange that the two of you have managed to escape and are still alive."

Zhou Ke'er's lips curled up slightly, especially when she looked at Ying Kuo, "After all, such a big scheme, and they actually let you out so easily. No matter how you look at it, you can smell the conspiracy."

## Chapter 501, Section 496: The Chapter of Stealing Heaven (Fifteen)

"This... me too..."

Ying Kuo's face stiffened. He hadn't expected Zhou Ke'er to say such a thing. For a moment, he couldn't think of anything to defend himself, and stammered out a few words, then...

Without warning, a long sword appeared in Zhou Ke'er's hand. Then, with a turn, before anyone could react, she plunged the sword into the center of Wei Yang's forehead. The long sword pierced through Wei Yang's skull, with only the tip protruding.

Seeing this scene, Ying Kuo was stunned. His mouth was agape and his eyes were wide open. He didn't know what was going on and couldn't help but take two steps back involuntarily—he had even thought that Zhou Ke'er was going to kill him!

As the longsword pierced Wei Yang's head, nothing like brain matter or blood flowed out; the sword tip remained clean, as if it had stabbed nothing at all.

Zhou Ke'er didn't show any surprise or strangeness. Instead, she had an "I knew it" expression on her face. She casually drew the sword and shook it—even though nothing was stuck to it at all.

Immediately afterwards, the eerie aura that permeated the surrounding air suddenly surged in and poured into the wound on Wei Yang's head, instantly filling it. In no time, it was as if it had never been harmed at all, and he was restored to his original state, completely undamaged.

"How did you figure that out? I think my acting skills are pretty good."

Wei Yang reached up and wiped his forehead, but there was no blood or other dirt. Instead, for some reason, both of his eyes were instantly filled with a blood-red color, and his pupils and irises turned into a dark red, which, against the backdrop of the night, appeared to have a somewhat pitch-black quality.

"You figured out...what?"

Zhou Ke'er tilted her head, looking puzzled. Her long hair was slightly draped to one side, and her expression was a mix of charm and naivety. They should have been in conflict, but unexpectedly, they complemented each other perfectly.

"?!"

Ying Kuo looked at Wei Yang in disbelief. What was going on? This was completely beyond his expectations. He never imagined that Wei Yang could have any problems! He should have been a pawn who knew nothing and was even controlled by him, right?

"You didn't see anything? Then why did you draw your sword at me?"

Wei Yang was stunned for a moment, and couldn't help but show a strange expression. He thought that he had given something away and that Zhou Ke'er had discovered the clue. But it seemed that Zhou Ke'er didn't know anything and just randomly selected a lucky audience member to kill.

Are you really stupid or just pretending?

Zhou Ke'er couldn't help but look at Wei Yang with the eyes of someone looking at an idiot, and pointed to the black lines that filled the air: "Everyone here, even the corpses, is connected to these black lines, even Ying Kuo is no exception—although you can explain it by saying you're not from the capital—but these black lines all avoid you, they automatically move aside wherever you go, isn't that just too outrageous? Isn't this blatantly writing 'I have a problem' on their faces?!"

"Black lines? What are those?"

Wei Yang was taken aback upon hearing this. He looked around and couldn't help but frown: "There's nothing there in the place you're pointing to. Where are the black lines?.....I thought you discovered that I had successfully taken over the body, but it turns out that's not the case at all."

"laugh..."

Seeing Wei Yang's feigned ignorance, Zhou Ke'er couldn't help but laugh. She immediately reached out and grabbed a black thread in the air, pulled it tightly, and with a sinister aura, threw it at Wei Yang.

Wei Yang was shocked to see this and quickly dodged to the side—but Zhou Ke'er naturally had a backup plan. She immediately manipulated the remaining evil spirit on it, turning the direction of the black line in the direction Wei Yang had dodged.

Unexpectedly, there was another trick up his sleeve. Wei Yang immediately twisted his body in mid-air with all his might, then suddenly stepped on the ground to stop. Using the reaction force, he bounced in the opposite direction and barely managed to dodge the black line.

"Oh? You can't see me, can you? You don't know what I'm talking about, do you?"

Zhou Ke'er raised her eyebrows, her tone full of sarcasm, and floated in the air, looking down at Wei Yang with her arms crossed.

"I...I didn't expect you to find out. Yes, I can see these things, but I am not..."

Wei Yang gritted his teeth, but still shook his head and explained.

However, before he could finish speaking, Zhou Ke'er interrupted him again.

"How fascinating! Even at this point, you're still trying to scheme against me? But I saw through you long ago—I'm the famous detective Zhou Ke'er!"

Zhou Ke'er's lips curled up, and she struck a pose as if she were "playing with a new machine multiple times." She pushed up her non-existent glasses, and a strange light flashed in her eyes: "You're actually not afraid of these black lines at all. When you saw that I was actually using this to test you, you immediately made this plan—because you know that if you just stand there, without dodging or avoiding, and don't react at all after being connected by the black lines, or even if you can't connect at all, then I will be even more suspicious of your identity."

So you played along, pretending to be afraid of being hit by the black lines and therefore deliberately revealing that you could actually see them. Because this was a test by me, you went along with my preconceived notions, deepening my misunderstanding and making me believe that I had indeed discovered your secret of "seeing the black lines," while you completely concealed the fact that "you are not afraid of the black lines at all."

After finishing this long speech, Zhou Ke'er crossed her arms and proudly raised her head. "Hmph, you think you can fool me, the famous detective Zhou Ke'er, with such petty tricks? You're far too arrogant!"

Ying Kuo, standing to the side, trembled. He had truly been fooled—because he genuinely couldn't see anything, and had relied entirely on Zhou Ke'er and Wei Yang's conversation to deduce what was going on. He had just seen Zhou Ke'er make a gesture towards thin air, and then Wei Yang suddenly dodged, even deliberately changing direction while dodging. He had roughly deduced what was happening, but now, in the next second, his theory had been overturned...

The title of "God of Catchers" is truly undeserved.

"Stop pretending. There's no other person inside you. From beginning to end, it's just you."

Looking at Wei Yang's gloomy face, Zhou Ke'er couldn't resist her playful nature and cheerfully told him what she had discovered from the beginning—after all, using spiritual power to sense souls was incredibly easy: "I'm not afraid to tell you, I can sense that there's only one soul inside you. And when you pretended to be a second person speaking... your ventriloquism was terrible! Wasn't it obvious there was something wrong at a glance?!"

"You already found out? Then why...?"