Zhou Qingfeng chuckled: "Fang Xiu, you are a smart person, but do you know what the biggest shortcoming of smart people is? That is that they never trust others easily.
I pulled the string of fate and set up various layouts, Qingshan Mental Hospital, playing cards, and burial place. All of these are to cultivate you and constantly hint to you that I am you.
I know you're smart, so I'm sure you won't believe it, but you still fell into the trap.
How can you be sure that the hint I gave you was to make you believe that you are Zhou Qingfeng, rather than hinting to you that you are not Zhou Qingfeng? "
What Zhou Qingfeng said was convoluted, but Fang Xiu instantly understood its meaning, and his pupils suddenly shrank.
"The message you always want to convey is...I am not Zhou Qingfeng!"
"Smart." Zhou Qingfeng praised: "You are a vital chess piece, so it is very difficult to do something under the watchful eyes of such a being. It is impossible for him not to notice that there is an extra consciousness in your body.
I waited for a long time, and finally got an opportunity. While that being was sleeping, I peeled off the part of myself that had hatred for weirdness. I had to peel off the hatred, otherwise I would not be able to carry out the weirdization of all people if I was full of hatred.
And it erases all self-consciousness of the hate body and integrates it into your body, just in case that existence wakes up and realizes that something is wrong.
It can be said that this step has no disadvantages for you, because the hate body has no self-awareness, but it has great benefits and can strengthen your consciousness.
Otherwise, do you think that when you are still an ordinary person, you can look directly at the mysterious god without your consciousness collapsing?
That's because there is a part of the consciousness of a seventh-level powerhouse in your body that is supporting you!
In order to revive this part of consciousness, I have been hinting to you that you are Zhou Qingfeng.
But as a smart person, you will never believe the answers given by others. The more I say you are, the more determined you will be in your heart that you are not!
And what I... want is for you to believe that you are not!
Because only in this way can the consciousness of the hating body understand that you are not its true body, and then wake up from your body! "
At this time, Fang Xiu fully understood Zhou Qingfeng's plan. He was worthy of being the pinnacle powerhouse of the previous generation, a man with incredible heavenly power, a man who could face the evil gods without dying, and his destiny.
He is completely opposite to the current Tianming Yang Ming. One does not use his brain, while the other uses his brain to the extreme.
At this moment, Fang Xiu fell into silence.
It turns out that the appearance of Qingshan Mental Hospital was not for Yang Ming, but for himself.
No wonder why Qingshan Mental Hospital happened to appear where he works.
Zhou Qingfeng's letter was written to himself from beginning to end.
Along the way, there is Zhou Qingfeng’s shadow in every step. The letter from Qingshan Mental Hospital...the safe passage specially left...Zhou Qingfeng’s photo... The Gate to the Other Side...the Poker Organization's Perfect Stranger Potion...the Original Mask...the Mysterious Train...the Cemetery... ..Burial Place...Forbidden Heart...Son of Angel!
It was Zhou Qingfeng who guided his destiny step by step on the path he designed.
It's no wonder that Zhou Qingfeng clearly knows the number of times he has to die, because part of his consciousness has already merged with himself.
Everything he knew, every time he recalled the memory, was known to Zhou Qingfeng with the revival of the hatred body's consciousness.
It turns out...everything is designed.
"It seems that you have completely understood. I have said before that fate has already been determined, whether it is the fate of the world or you.
No one can escape fate! "
Fang Xiu didn't reply. There was no emotion on his fair face, only shadows hanging down.
After a long time, he slowly raised his head and asked a question.
"So...my hatred is also fake?"
"if not?"
At this moment, Fang Xiu seemed to have fallen into deathly silence.
Fake!
It's all fake!
He knew very well that the reason why Zhou Qingfeng explained the plan to him was to break his own mind and accelerate the seizure of his body.
In fact, Fang Xiu didn't care that everything was designed by Zhou Qingfeng through the power of fate. It was all about helping himself grow stronger.
Even if he fell into Zhou Qingfeng's scheme and his consciousness split, he didn't care.
But the only thing he cares about...the hatred is fake!
This point really touched Fang Xiu's heart. For him, everything could be fake, whether he or the world, but hatred could not be the only one, because it was the only motivation that supported his survival.
His only goal in this life is to make Weird feel pain and take revenge, and he lives for this.
But when hatred turns into falsehood, what’s the point of living?
Gradually, Fang Xiu suddenly realized that deep down in his heart, his hatred for Weirdness was getting smaller and smaller.
It was as if there was some kind of force stripping away the hatred in his heart. He knew that this was Zhou Qingfeng's body of hatred that was constantly awakening, just like a second personality, waking up and starting to take over the body.
Soon, his neck, mouth, and nose were all out of control.
There are more and more memories about Zhou Qingfeng in my mind. From falling to the ground to growing up, every frame is as if I have experienced it myself.
These memories roared toward Fang Xiu's consciousness like a tsunami, constantly eroding his remaining memories.
He began to be confused about who he was, and his consciousness gradually became blurred.
who I am?
Have a rest?
I should be Zhou Qingfeng.
Yes, that’s right, I’m Zhou Qingfeng!
I am the pinnacle of the last era, the savior of Jedi Heaven, the master of destiny, and...
No, I am Fang Xiu!
The prophet is gone!
Fang Xiu's consciousness was still struggling, but without the support of hatred, he couldn't struggle for long at all.
He briefly regained his clarity, but his eyes did not waver at all, and he was still mumbling to himself.
"Fake, all fake, hahaha..."
But smiling, he stopped.
"Could it be that...my hatred for you is also fake...my wife."
"No!" Fang Xiu's expression suddenly turned ferocious: "I don't believe it!!"
Various images of his wife flashed through his mind.
Husband, it’s time to have breakfast.
My wife's smiling face appeared.
That was the first time the two met, and then he was killed, and he was killed again and again. He resisted, he begged for mercy, he cried bitterly, and scenes of memories that could not be erased came to his mind.
"I don't believe that even you are fake!!"
"If my hatred for you is also fake, then there is no point in living anymore!"
"Pain manifests itself. Wife!"
Fang Xiu controlled the only trace of spirituality he could mobilize and manifested the shadow of his wife.
A graceful and slender figure appeared out of thin air, softening time and stunning the years.
