Chapter 471 Fake! Everything Is Fake!

Zhou Qingfeng chuckled: "Fang Xiu, you are a smart man, but do you know what the biggest shortcoming of smart people is? That is that they will never trust others easily.

I plucked the strings of fate and set up various layouts, Qingshan Mental Hospital, playing cards, burial grounds, all of which are to cultivate you and constantly hint to you that I am you.

I know you are very smart, so I concluded that you would not believe it, but you still fell into the trap.

How can you be sure that the hint I gave you is to make you believe that you are Zhou Qingfeng, rather than to hint to you that you are not Zhou Qingfeng?"

Zhou Qingfeng's words were very convoluted, but Fang Xiu instantly understood the meaning, and his pupils suddenly contracted.

"The message you have been trying to convey is... I am not Zhou Qingfeng!"

"Smart." Zhou Qingfeng praised: "You are a crucial chess piece, so it is very difficult to make a move under the gaze of that being. It is impossible for him not to notice that there is an extra consciousness in your body.

I have waited for a long time, and finally got a chance. While that being is asleep, I will remove the part of my hatred for the weirdness. I must remove the hatred, otherwise I will not be able to carry out the weirdness of the whole people with my full hatred.

And erase all the self-consciousness of the hate body and integrate it into your body to prevent that being from waking up and noticing something wrong.

It can be said that this step has no disadvantages for you, because the hate body has no self-consciousness, but it has great benefits and can strengthen you. 's consciousness.

Otherwise, how do you think you could look directly at the strange god without collapsing when you were still an ordinary person?

That's because there is a part of the consciousness of a seventh-level strong man in your body supporting it!

In order to let this part of consciousness reawaken, I have been hinting to you that you are Zhou Qingfeng.

But as a smart person, you will never believe the answer given by others. The more I say you are, the more you will be determined in your heart that you are not!

And I... want you to believe that you are not!

Because only in this way can the consciousness of the hate body understand that you are not his body, and then wake up from your body! "

At this time, Fang Xiu completely understood Zhou Qingfeng's plan. He is worthy of being the peak strong man of the previous generation, a person who can go through the sky and face the strange god without dying, and the former destiny.

It is completely two extremes with the current destiny Yang Ming. One does not use the brain, while the other uses the brain to the extreme.

At this moment, Fang Xiu fell into silence.

It turned 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 at his workplace.

Zhou Qingfeng's letter was written to me from beginning to end.

Along the way, Zhou Qingfeng's shadow was in every step. The letter from Qingshan Mental Hospital...the safe passage left specially...Zhou Qingfeng's photo...the gate of the other shore...the perfect weird potion of the poker organization...the original mask...the weird train...the cemetery...the burial ground...the heart of the forbidden weird...the son of an angel!

It was Zhou Qingfeng who guided my fate step by step to the path he designed.

No wonder Zhou Qingfeng knew clearly the number of times he had died and rolled back, because part of his consciousness had already merged with me.

Everything I knew, the memory of each rollback, was known to Zhou Qingfeng as the consciousness of the hate body revived.

It turned out that...everything was designed.

"It seems that you have fully understood. I have said before that fate has been predetermined, whether it is the fate of the world or you.

No one can escape fate!"

Fang Xiu did not reply. There was no emotion on his fair face, only a shadow hanging down.

After a long time, he slowly raised his head and asked a question.

"So... my hatred is also fake?"

"What else?"

At this moment, Fang Xiu seemed to be dead silent.

Fake!

All fake!

He knew very well that Zhou Qingfeng explained the plan to him in order to defeat his mind and accelerate the possession of the body.

In fact, Fang Xiu didn't care that everything was designed by Zhou Qingfeng through the power of fate. It was always to help him strengthen his strength.

Even if he fell into Zhou Qingfeng's scheme and caused his consciousness to split, he didn't care.

But the only thing he cared about was... hatred was fake!

This point really touched Fang Xiu's heart. For him, everything can be fake, whether it is himself or the world, but hatred cannot, because it is the only motivation to support him to live.

His only goal in this life is to make Wei Yi feel pain and to take revenge. He lives for this.

But when hatred becomes false, what is the meaning of living?

Gradually, Fang Xiu suddenly realized that the hatred for the weirdness in his heart was getting less and less.

It was as if some kind of power was stripping away the hatred in his heart. He knew that this was Zhou Qingfeng's hatred body constantly awakening, just like a second personality, waking up and taking over the body.

Soon, his neck, mouth, and nose all lost control.

Even the memories of Zhou Qingfeng in his mind were getting more and more, from the time he was born to the time he grew up, every frame of the picture was as real as if he had experienced it personally.

These memories roared towards Fang Xiu's consciousness like a tsunami, constantly eroding his remaining memories.

He began to lose track of who he was, and his consciousness gradually became hazy.

Who am I...?

Fang Xiu?

I should be Zhou Qingfeng.

That's right, I am Zhou Qingfeng!

I am the pinnacle of the last era, the savior of Jedi Tiantong, the master of fate, and...

No, I am Fang Xiu!

The prophet Fang Xiu!

Fang Xiu's consciousness was still struggling, but without the support of hatred, he couldn't struggle for too long.

He briefly regained clarity, but there was no fluctuation in his eyes, and he was still muttering to himself.

"Fake, all fake, hahaha..."

But he stopped laughing.

"Could it be... that my hatred for you is also fake... wife."

"No!" Fang Xiu's expression suddenly became ferocious: "I don't believe it!!"

He recalled various images of his wife in his mind.

Husband, it's time for breakfast.

The smiling face of his wife appeared.

That was the first time they 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 indelible memories 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 meaning in living!"

"Pain is manifested. Wife!"

Fang Xiu manipulated the only spiritual power he could mobilize and manifested the phantom of his wife.

A graceful and slender figure appeared out of thin air, softening the time and stunning the years.