Ah?
That thing spreads through memory?
What thing?
This, why does this sound like a ghost story?
In the dim and empty underground hall, Xu Shu, sitting on a long bench, was instantly stunned, feeling that the flickering candlelight around him suddenly became gloomy, resembling a series of ghastly faces mocking him.
But in a moment, he understood.
What Yu Mingluan referred to, obviously, was the corruption from the Evil God that drove him half mad.
That it could "spread through memory," such an irrational description indeed matched the general public's basic understanding of the Evil God—evil, mad, bizarre, and powerful!
But then the problem arose.
Why did Yu Mingluan say it was because I had no questions to ask, that he discovered this?
What does this have to do with me?
I haven't been corrupted by the Evil God.
Wait, could it be...
A sinister premonition suddenly flashed through Xu Shu's mind as he hurriedly read on.
