Yiyu frowned deeply, staring at Lin Qiye for a long while before slowly speaking: "Interesting... Your secret is indeed beyond my imagination."
"However, you dare to appear directly in front of me? How foolish!"
Before he finished speaking, a cold light flashed in Yiyu's eyes, and he rushed to Lin Qiye's side. His hand, glowing with an eerie light, pressed down on Lin Qiye's chest with lightning speed!
Nothing happened...
Yiyu stared blankly at his hand, which was pressed against Lin Qiye's chest. The eerie light on it was being rapidly swallowed up by the white coat. The soul attack of the peak "Sea" Realm was landing on the surface of the coat, but it was like a mud ox entering the sea, leaving no trace.
How is this possible?!
Yi Yu was terrified. Soul battles had always been his forte; other souls were as fragile as paper before his Divine Ruins. But Lin Qiye had actually withstood his soul attack without moving an inch?!
Lin Qiye's lips curled slightly upward as he squinted at the babbling dagger and spoke slowly:
"You think you can hurt me in my own mental hospital?"
In this hospital, he is the master.
Any attack launched against him is ineffective.
He reached out, grabbed Yiyu's wrist, and threw him forcefully backward!
Yiyu felt a blur before his eyes, and after a dizzying spin, he fell heavily to the ground.
He quickly got up, but suddenly froze, realizing that he was no longer in the original hall, but in a spacious courtyard.
On the lawn not far from him, a noblewoman dressed in a black tulle dress sat leisurely in a rocking chair, holding some needles and thread in her hands, seemingly knitting a sweater. She murmured something as she knitted, a happy smile on her lips.
She showed no aura whatsoever; she was just like an ordinary person.
Not seeing Lin Qiye, Yiyu hesitated for a moment before walking towards the ordinary-looking noblewoman.
At the same time, his hands, which were behind his back, emitted a faint light.
He finally understood that this place was incredibly strange, and all attacks against Lin Qiye would be nullified. Since that was the case, he could only try to find another way to break the deadlock.
For example, this elegant lady in front of him is a very good choice.
He had just taken a step when the lady in the rocking chair paused, turned her head to look at him, and stared at the babbling, seemingly deep in thought...
The man murmured, his eyes narrowing slightly. He quickened his pace and, in the blink of an eye, stood before the noblewoman, raising his hands high…
Thump—!
Nyx grabbed Yiyu's body and excitedly turned him over, holding him in her arms like a mother holding a baby, a kind smile on her lips.
"Great-grandson...you've come to see your great-grandmother?"
Yiyu, a man weighing over 140 pounds, was held in Nyx's arms like an infant, without any sense of incongruity. The key point was... he couldn't resist!
Yiyu tried desperately to jump off Nyx's embrace, but no matter how hard he tried, his limbs were as if nailed to the ground and he couldn't move at all.
The most terrifying scene for Yiyu appeared. As Nyx gently shook his body, his body began to shrink at a visible speed. In just five seconds, he had shrunk to two-thirds of his original size, and from a distance, he looked just like a little boy being held in his grandmother's arms.
Yiyu stared in horror at that kind, smiling face, feeling a chill run down his spine. He knew that what he was here was not his physical body, but his soul!
He could clearly feel his soul being frantically drained by this noblewoman!
If this continues, his soul will be completely consumed in the arms of the noblewoman!
Just as he was struggling desperately in his delirium, Nyx actually released his body on his own initiative, gently placed him on the ground, picked up the black sweater that he had just finished knitting, and put it on him.
"My dear great-grandson, come try on the clothes your great-grandmother knitted for you. Are they comfortable?"
A black sweater, covering only half of his body, was put on Yiyu's thin frame. Then, every black thread of the sweater seemed to come alive, frantically wrapping around his body, almost suffocating him.
The extreme darkness, using the sweater as a medium, relentlessly gnawed at his body. Yiyu could clearly feel his skin being eroded inch by inch by the night!
A sharp, piercing pain filled his senses. He curled up on the ground in agony, struggling to take off the black sweater, but it seemed to be ingrained in his body, and no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't budge it.
His sense of his body was gradually fading away; half of his body seemed to be falling into an endless abyss, leaving only endless pain and chill...
"Aaaaaaahhhhhh!!!" The delirious wails echoed throughout the hospital.
Just then, a window on the second floor of the hospital opened, and Lin Qiye, wearing a white coat, called out:
"Mother, don't kill him, he's still useful."
Nyx turned his head, smiled, and nodded to Lin Qiye. "Okay."
With a flick of her finger, Nyx's sweater, wrapped around Yiyu's body, transformed into a wisp of night and flew back into her hand.
"Mother!" A cheerful voice rang out from afar as a tall young woman—her hair as black as a starry sky—she is wearing a white lab coat like Lin Qiye's and a skirt very similar to Nyx's and rushed into Nyx's arms.
It was Lin Xi Chen, sporting a "half-and-half" appearance, as she had not yet learned how to retract her horn. Nyx lifted Lin Xi Chen up and spun her around in the air before setting her back down on the ground.
"Hemera! My daughter!" Nyx set her sweater down on the rocking chair and excitedly ruffled Lin Xi Chen's hair while checking her for injuries. Only when she saw that Lin Xi Chen was safe and her usual cheerful self did Nyx breathe a sigh of relief.
Lin Xi Chen shot a glance at Lin Qiye—as if to say she would explain later—and looked toward Yiyu with a mischievous smile. She burst into tears and, with a tearful, pouting expression, pointed at Yiyu, who stood frozen in astonishment. "He's the one bully us!"
Hearing about Yiyu bullying Lin Xi Chen and Lin Qiye, Nyx furrowed her brows slightly as she calmly walked to the side of the dying Yiyu, her expression gradually turning cold.
"You dared to harm my children; you deserve to be utterly destroyed... But since you're still of use, I'll spare your life for now."
Nyx grabbed Yiyu by the collar and tossed him aside. Yiyu only felt a blur before his eyes and then fell heavily to the ground.
This time, he was in a simple study.
In the center of the study, a young man in a blue robe sat at the wooden table, engrossed in reading a book titled "Handbook for Health Preservation in Middle-Aged and Elderly People," without even glancing at him.
Beside him, Lin Qiye, wearing a white coat, watched the utterly disheveled man in his delirium with interest and slowly spoke:
"Lord Merlin, what is your opinion?"
"He's just a projection. Even if his soul is obliterated here, it will only have a slight effect on his original body. Killing him isn't worth it," Merlin said calmly, putting down the book in his hand.
"Is there a way to affect his physical form?"
"Yes." Merlin's deep gaze seemed to see right through the ramblings. "Although it's just a projection, the soul originates from the original body and has countless connections with it."
"My abyssal magic can influence his physical form through this 'connection,' though it cannot kill him remotely, it can negatively affect his soul."
"Negative impacts? For example?"
"For example... forcibly squeezing a soul from a distant dimension into his soul."
Lin Qiye was taken aback, "One body, two souls?"
"That's the idea, but if the other soul is troublesome enough, it can minimize the original body's control over itself, causing mental derangement..."
"In more serious cases, it's not impossible for someone to be driven to suicide."
Lin Qiye raised an eyebrow, looking at the terrified Yiyu lying on the ground with a half-smile. This gaze sent a chill down Yiyu's spine.
"Turning him into a mental patient...that sounds like a good idea."