"You're lying to me."
"I have never lied to you, never..."
As the crows furiously exclaimed, the number of crows on the shelf began to multiply, splitting from one into two, two into four, continuously dividing.
Eventually, the swarm of crows encompassed his body like dark clouds, gnawing at his flesh from his head, to his chest, down to his heels, and finally dissecting his soul for interrogation.
"The hallucinations you see are protecting you, reminding you, but you are battling your subconscious because there are things you refuse to believe, you've always been running away, thus the inner conflicts push you towards madness, towards destruction."
Countless crows preached collectively, their crimson eyes looking down disdainfully. Their faces tightly pressed against Ke Youqing, who was at the epicenter of the storm.
Yet, Ke Youqing's face remained expressionless, rather it was an almost numb, steady, cold-hard as iron expression.
