361: Pan Han evolves again

Pan Han thought to himself, his hands were stained with blood, and he had a pile of women, yet a top-tier beauty was asking him if he would find her dirty?

What on earth was wrong with this world?

Pot-bellied, bald old men, just because they had money, would have groups of beauties surrounding them, calling them 'good older brother.'

Handsome, rich, and popular young idols could casually sleep with fans, and some girls even sold their virginity to scalpers for concert tickets.

Officials with power could arbitrarily emotionally manipulate their female subordinates, and some even offered their wives to climb the ranks.

And Pan Han himself? He had killed countless people, and in two worlds, he had multiple top-tier beauties. What right did he have to despise others?

A bitter laugh escaped Pan Han's lips.

Ellie, lying in his arms, heard his laughter and suddenly turned her head, looking up at Pan Han's pained face.

Ellie didn't speak; instead, she quietly leaned in to kiss him.

No matter how powerful a man or how beautiful a woman, they couldn't withstand a connection of souls.

The moment of mutual understanding was their moment of collapse.

It had always been this way, throughout history.

The room was steaming, yet Pan Han suddenly felt a chill throughout his body. He tightly embraced Ellie's warm form.

Their lips met, their faces pressed close.

One was the new Cult Master, the other a beautiful assassin.

Behind the glamour, who knew the coldness of those souls?

Pan Han suddenly felt someone grabbing his back. He spun around, but found nothing.

When he turned back again, several more hands were pinching and grabbing him.

"Let go of me!" Pan Han suddenly roared.

Ellie, startled, quickly released her arms and stood up from his embrace.

"Boss, what's wrong?"

Pan Han waved his hand, indicating it had nothing to do with her. But then he stood up and looked around.

Those hands he felt earlier were completely invisible.

"Who is it? Come out!" Pan Han's eyes were red now, and he spoke somewhat frantically.

"Boss, don't scare me. There's no one else in this room!" Ellie shook his arm, trying to rouse him.

"Someone is grabbing my back. I can feel it." Pan Han's arms began to flail wildly, as if trying to grasp something.

"Boss, there's no one here." Ellie was flung away and could only shout from a distance.

Pan Han flailed a few times, then sobered up slightly, realizing there were indeed only the two of them in the room.

But as he slowly closed his eyes, countless tragically deceased lives rushed towards him.

From the ceiling, from the floor, from outside the window, they surged towards him.

"Ah!!!!" Pan Han roared, flailing his arms even more wildly: "Don't come any closer!"

At this moment, countless figures gradually began to morph into human faces.

They included Xiang Xiu, Li Bailong, Li Qinglong, various zombies—in short, all the lives he had taken.

Instantly, this group of lives pinned Pan Han down, countless arms scratching and grabbing him.

He fell heavily to the ground, rolling incessantly, trying to shake off these arms.

But it was futile; more and more figures emerged on Pan Han's body.

They began to tear at Pan Han's flesh with their mouths, and soon he was covered in wounds, bleeding profusely.

Ellie covered her mouth with both hands, trying her best not to scream again. In her eyes, Pan Han was rolling on the ground, muttering to himself, as if possessed.

"Oh no, could the Boss be having drug withdrawal?" Although Ellie didn't touch drugs, she had seen addicts, and their state during withdrawal was similar to Pan Han's.

Ellie stomped her feet in anxiety, but she couldn't go forward; she couldn't hold Pan Han down.

"Pan Han, you want to live a comfortable life? No way!" The figure of Li Qinglong wrapped around Pan Han's leg and bit him fiercely, saying.

"You brat, I kindly let you pick a brother, and you ended up blowing all of us up! Today, I'm going to claim your dog's life." No need to ask, this figure was definitely Xiang Xiu. He clung to Pan Han's backside, his hands forming the shape of a drill, and he violently thrust it in.

At this moment, Wei Monk also appeared. He held his own head in his hands, a bowl-sized scar at his neck, and came to Pan Han's head.

Wei Monk placed his head on Pan Han's head, and this head suddenly grinned maniacally: "Commander Pan, quickly take me down from the city gate, I won't dare again."

After speaking, Wei Monk's head began to gnaw on Pan Han's hair and ears.

"Wah!" Pan Han spat out a large mouthful of filth, then rolled in the filth.

Ellie could no longer bear it. She immediately went forward, dragged Pan Han, and walked towards the bedroom.

"You all deserve to die! Stay away from me!" Pan Han was dragged along, still shouting incessantly, his arms flailing wildly.

"We deserve to die?? What's the difference between you and us? Executioner!" Countless figures roared.

Pan Han covered his ears, not wanting to listen, but the sound seemed to reach deep into his brain, completely unstoppable.

Gradually, Pan Han felt himself falling into a pure black space, where he couldn't see his hand in front of his face.

He looked left and right, unsure if he was still alive.

He could only hear heavy breathing.

After a long time, a flicker of light suddenly appeared, and the light gradually intensified.

Pan Han followed the light a few steps and was startled to find a golden little person sitting on the ground, his expression unusually peaceful.

When he looked again, he realized this little person was actually himself.

The golden little person had a faint smile on his face, his eyes closed, hands clasped together, and legs crossed.

"Who are you? How are you here? Where am I?" Pan Han circled the little person, asking a series of questions.

The little person ignored him, remaining as steady as a mountain.

At this moment, the surroundings suddenly lit up, and the blinding glare made Pan Han unable to open his eyes.

He quickly covered his eyes with both hands.

Slowly, he was able to see his surroundings clearly.

Countless figures stood densely packed, and upon closer inspection, they were still Xiang Xiu, Li Qinglong, Wei Monk, and countless zombies.

They were expressionless, their eyes hollow, staring at Pan Han and the golden little person.

But no one took another step forward.

Just like that, everyone looked at each other, and no one moved again.

Suddenly, the golden little person stood up, only reaching Pan Han's knees.

He patted Pan Han's calf and said: "Pan Han, if you don't eradicate your inner demon, it will be difficult to advance further."

His voice was surprisingly identical to Pan Han's.

"Who exactly are you?" Pan Han asked.

"I am your true self!"

"True self?"

"Yes, today is the time to eliminate me." The golden little person said.

"What do you mean eliminate you?" Pan Han was shocked. My true self wants me to eliminate me?

"Not eliminate you, but eliminate me!" The golden little person corrected him.

"Why do I need to eliminate me?"

"After eliminating me, you enter a state of no-self. Pan Han can then officially merge with the two worlds and advance further!" The golden little person mumbled, but Pan Han couldn't understand him at all.

"Let go of self-attachment, go with the flow, without sorrow or joy, without fear or trepidation!" The golden little person spoke again.

As soon as he finished speaking, he began to slowly crack, starting with a small fissure from his head, followed by countless cracks appearing all over his body.

Golden light burst forth from his body, dazzling Pan Han and making him unable to open his eyes.

With a rumble! The golden little person exploded, tearing apart the black space, and the countless figures around him also vanished into thin air.

At this moment, Pan Han was lying on the bed, with Ellie straddling him, pressing down hard on his arms.

Pan Han's limbs suddenly stopped twitching. He abruptly arched his body once, then became still.

"Boss, Boss!" Ellie, seeing Pan Han motionless, leaned down and called out to him.

Pan Han couldn't hear Ellie's calls at all; his consciousness had entered a state of void.

After an unknown period, an electronic voice sounded in his consciousness: "Congratulations, Host, for evolving again."