They are all dead.
The seven characters in the Deceit Tower who could threaten Wen Xishu’s personal safety, all dead.
Through the death barrage, Wen Xishu also learned about the past of these seven characters.
But it didn’t matter.
Their pasts were too absurdly broken.
Because this task had no specific goal, just to make someone happy, Wen Xishu thought for a moment...
It seemed that no one was happy this time.
Only he was happy, so the task wasn’t complete.
After washing off the bloodstains from his body, he thought he still had to complete the task, so... he headed towards the temple on the mountain, the temple of Master Lingqing.
Along the way, Wen Xishu started from the junkyard and passed through the center of Rokkasho.
On the main street of Rokkasho, officers had already begun to cordon off the site of the "Evolvers’ Restaurant".
The councilor from Hujiang was dead, the owner of the Evolvers’ Restaurant was also dead.
This series of incidents caused the police in Rokkasho to be on high alert.
But actually, the road was full of people watching the excitement.
This was what people talked about:
"Oh, I still want to eat my wife’s hand, I just think that with Chef Watanabe’s skills, he could cook my wife’s hand a bit tastier."
"Yeah, my son grew a third eye, but the perspective is very strange, he always feels like the view is like a cracked mirror, I’m thinking, either find Dr. Fukube for help... or ask Mr. Watanabe to make an eye dish, so he could eat his third eye and replenish the other two eyes."
"Yeah, yeah, it’s a pity about Master Chef Watanabe, I wonder if his body could be eaten..."
"I’m so craving, heh heh, heh heh."
"Maybe the killer did it to eat, maybe the body has already been eaten. I think those cops also want a bite, don’t they?"
The tone of their discussion had become extremely bizarre.
This wasn’t caused by the Breaker, or maybe it was, but it wasn’t Hoshino Houshi.
It was a higher-level Breaker, or perhaps... a certain god.
In some sense, Hoshino was just a pusher.
The environment created Hoshino, and Hoshino was not the real mastermind behind the environment.
But obviously, it was not something that could be solved by the 42nd floor of the Desire Tower.
The residents of Rokkasho had already begun to mutate, this mutation was not just their bodies becoming deformed and grotesque.
Judging by their reactions to Watanabe’s death, the residents’ thoughts had also started to mutate.
People eating people... no, more precisely, monsters eating monsters, this era is bound to come.
But in this Rokkasho, there must still be real humans, like him, who have not mutated.
Those people are the seeds of fire.
...
...
On the edge of Rokkasho, in a dilapidated mountain temple.
Master Lingqing was knocking on a wooden fish, his back appearing in Wen Xishu’s eyes, looking incomparably lonely.
A solitary monk in a broken temple on a cold mountain, the robe already showing wear, the body also showing signs of mutation.
Wen Xishu said:
"Master, I am back."
A great golden light, Master Lingqing once again pulled Wen Xishu into an illusion, and asked:
"My power, did it help you, benefactor?"
"Yes, the will of the dead helped me figure out many causes and consequences. I also saw the lives of those seven people. In a sense, this thing can let me see other people’s life flashing before their eyes before they die." Wen Xishu laughed.
Master Lingqing sighed:
"It seems they are all dead?"
Wen Xishu admitted calmly:
"Yes, they are all dead, I killed them. Master, do you regret it?"
Master Lingqing nodded:
"I always thought I could cleanse their sins, always thought... they were also worthy of redemption."
Wen Xishu laughed:
"They were worthy, but unfortunately, not in this version. I don’t know how deep is your understanding of us, Master, but as the only one in my eyes qualified to survive the end times, I can tell you some things."
"There were once many people like me, when they came here, maybe you were still seen as a nemesis of evil."
"Perhaps there was still innocence in Mariko’s heart, perhaps deep down, Takahashi Fumihiko had a kind personality, Mitsukami Hanzou perhaps had only suffered some trauma, the delivery man bore the hope of many, Watanabe perhaps had not gone astray, Dr. Fukube perhaps had an obsession that could be resolved, behind the abilities of the vagrant Kinoshita, there might also be a story."
"But that is all in the past, maybe Rokkasho could once be moved by love, but unfortunately, when it is my turn... the people who can be saved here are only one."
Master Lingqing’s hand knocking on the wooden fish suddenly stopped.
Wen Xishu said:
"Yes, it’s you, Master. By the time it got to me, everything under ’that person’s’ influence began to collapse."
"Everything is too late."
Master Lingqing sighed:
"So, when the mistake cannot be corrected, you chose to break it with killing, benefactor?"
"What else? When a person has a slight illness, just changing their lifestyle and adjusting their diet, it may eliminate the illness."
Wen Xishu paused, then continued:
"But if a person is terminally ill, then to live, one has to go under the knife, those diseased parts need to be cut off. They may lose some functions afterwards, but they will survive."
"Living, there is hope."
Master Lingqing did not deny it, in fact, he agreed with this viewpoint. Rokkasho was that terminally ill patient.
And Wen Xishu’s way could save a few normal people.