"What's wrong, Ethan? Why are you so angry with me?"
Lan Yin's tone was utterly calm, a faint smile on his face. I lowered my head and stared at my fist, blood smeared across it, trembling. My fist felt so powerless.
After spitting out a mouthful of blood, Lan Yin stood up. I lifted my head, unsure how to express everything inside me—grief tangled with overwhelming rage, like a volcano about to erupt beneath a heavy snowfall.
I watched Lan Yin quietly. The smile on his face was clearly gentle and kind, but at this moment, to me, it felt completely insincere.
"What happened, Ethan? Did that guy put something into your head?"
"Tell me, Lan Yin. When we shattered the Trial Marriage Stone and left Hades Village, why did you go to the Ghost Burial Squad?"
Lan Yin still looked at me with confusion, shaking his head.
"Don't you know? I just wanted to help you all. I only..."
"Your strength has increased a lot in a short time."
Lan Yin smiled helplessly.
It's a pity I have no faith, so in the end...
Lan Yin stopped speaking and stared at me. My eyes burned with anger as I looked at him. It’s impossible for him to wield such power without faith, but that power always vanished at the final moment against 000, and it was the same long ago when he fought Lu Lingming.
But within a short time, he could recover again, as if caught between hope and despair. This made his power unstable, as the Sacred Spirits told me, and as Lan Yin showed me with his actions. I have no reason not to believe what I see with my own eyes.
After Rachel Lan died, Lan Yin’s days of despair were plain to see—it was genuine pain, pain from the heart, but the tears were fake.
What are you trying to say, Ethan?
And about my cousin—why did the Ghost Worm Monk find him so easily? That place was supposed to be under Redhair’s control, and you’ve been to my cousin’s house before, right? At his wedding?
Lan Yin stared at me, then spoke each word deliberately.
Are you doubting me, Ethan? What did that guy say to you?
Tell me again, Lan Yin—are you really trying to help us, or is it just for yourself?
I stepped right up to Lan Yin and roared at him, my hands gripping his cheeks tightly.