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Chapter 1893: Chapter 1891: Talk Therapy

Chatting with the person in front, or rather, two ’King Level’ out of control entities.

Han Dong did not directly leverage the Yellow Robe King and Curator to suppress the other party or negotiate terms with an overwhelming power disparity.

Instead, in such a tense situation, he started a casual conversation with the sibling duo.

While discussing life experiences, it was unexpectedly revealed that both parties ca from the "Primary World" ... this shared origin significantly increased mutual trust.

During the chat, Han Dong quickly noticed sothing.

This seemingly normal, cautious middle-aged man, Ross, actually has a certain defect within him, and it’s not a small one by any ans.

As for

The defect was rely suppressed and hidden through a certain thod.

Therefore, in the subsequent conversation, Han Dong centered around the hypothetical existence of this ’defect’, initiating a series of discussions starting from so trivial life matters.

As far as conversation goes, Han Dong was not losing out to Ross’s psychologist.

Once finding a suitable entry point, Han Dong’s brain could instantly select the most appropriate interjections, guiding Ross to reveal more of his life information.

Furthermore, each topic Han Dong touched upon effectively increased the friendliness value.

As for ’her’, she silently listened to her brother and Han Dong’s conversation, occasionally revealing a smile among her black hair, even laughing out loud without expressing any opinions.

After a round of conversation, Han Dong began to open up about his inner sentints.

"It seems that the reason we t in this form is because we had similar experiences in life.

While teaching at the university, I was kidnapped by terrorists.

Due to my international reputation as an important education figure, the terrorists used this to leverage greater benefits through .

During captivity, I was subjected to endless torture..."

At this point in the discussion, several distinct emotions flickered in Han Dong’s eyes, accompanied by subtle twitches and grimaces mixed with expressions of relief, as if multiple personalities were struggling inside him.

"I was imprisoned in a dark well underground, never seeing daylight, being with mice and roaches all day long, enduring nearly a year of tornt, resulting in unsuccessful negotiations!"

Speaking up to this point.

Han Dong’s emotions and tone amplified simultaneously, his originally seated body leaned forward sharply, bringing his face within less than ten centiters of ’her’.

"My head was severed right in front of the cara."

And as he said this,

Han Dong mimicked a knife-hand gesture, separating his head from his body... Splat! The neck, bloody and mangled, abruptly slapped onto the table, even splattering viscous blood.

Throughout, he kept his eyes fixed on ’her’.

Squish squish~

Soft fingers slowly grew from the neck wound, slowly lifting the head to continue speaking:

"When my consciousness fully recovered, I took this head form to be reborn in the world of demons... When the ti is right, I will definitely return to the original Primary World and kill all those bastards!"

Such a vividly expressive oration made the siblings across feel empathetic.

It was at this mont.

’She’ slowly moved her lips, speaking for the first ti:

"Mr. Han Dong, my brother and I understand your pain, we also bear similar torture marks... May I give you a hug?"

Han Dong did not answer directly, first striving to suppress his emotional fluctuations, then gently nodded.

With glasses on,

He clearly felt a pair of cold, skinny arms embrace his head, even sensing so tears dripping onto his scalp.

"Thank you..."

At the end of the embrace, Han Dong gave a heartfelt thank you.

Seizing the emotional climax,

Han Dong slowly returned his head to his body, redirecting the conversation:

"No! We can’t continue talking anymore.

You have to leave here quickly, or it will be too late! Although I can say so good things for you, there’s no way to guarantee your safety... After all, the demons have a resolutely hostile attitude towards intruders.

Mr. Teacher is just an incarnation, but you siblings are the originals... You still have unfinished business, and you cannot let your souls remain here forever."

"Mr. Han Dong, what exactly is hidden in the library?"

"The library has been wandering in the Shattered Dinsion for countless eras, why it remains active, you should have so guesses.

The library’s curator is far more powerful than you imagine... He has temporary personal matters to attend to and is away from the library but could return at any mont.

We are rely borrowing the library’s underground area for confrontation... it is precisely to delay you.

Once the curator returns, you will surely die."

Indeed, Ross himself had speculations.

Such a normally operating ancient library surely couldn’t be unmanaged.

And based on Han Dong’s speaking tone and related descriptions, this curator’s level is a tier higher than Mr. Teacher’s second incarnation.

"A King Level existence?!"

"That’s right, you better leave! I will lead you out."

Han Dong feigned a very concerned manner, rising to walk towards the door.

But Ross remained standing, rely adjusting his glasses.

"No... Mr. Teacher and Grandma Bullet are still fighting here. If I flee early, I will be seen as a betrayer. Once Teacher’s second incarnation is destroyed, I will beco the target of retaliation.

At that point, there’s still no way but death."

Han Dong also showed a very troubled expression.

"Oh... It can only be like this then. After all, your souls are very special, perhaps with my persuasion, the Curator might be willing to show rcy, but you’ll need to sever ties with B.B.C."

Ross curiously asked, "Souls? Is the Curator also a powerful entity in terms of souls?"

"Indeed, his accomplishnts in the soul’s plane are unmatched... You’ll find out soon enough.

If the Curator is in a good mood, he might even allow you to stay in the library to assist him, which would definitely be a huge opportunity for you."

"It has to be like this then, thank you Mr. Han Dong."

"I will definitely try my best to persuade."

Just as Han Dong was secretly pleased.

An icy feeling of attachnt returned, ’she’ with her bony fra climbed back onto Han Dong’s back once again.

"My sister seems particularly fond of you, your soul emanates a distinctly different scent, and hasn’t been tainted by others’ ’soiled marks’, your soul is very pure.

By the way, do you need to help your friends? Grandma Bullet is not much weaker than , and Mr. Teacher’s second incarnation needs no ntion."

"No need to worry, those two are still very capable, rely buying ti is completely feasible.

We’ll just pretend to ’fight’ here... and continue chatting ’family topics’."

The ho Han Dong referred to was the siblings’ residence, ’B.B.C’.

Just as the two were casually chatting for less than half an hour.

An unimaginable soul impact suddenly struck, penetrating the entire library, covering the underground area as well.

As a soul perceiver, Ross was directly jolted by this soul impact, bleeding from all seven orifices... simultaneously proving Han Dong’s words true in every sense.

However, Ross was sowhat puzzled.

"Why... why can I feel two King Level powerful soul energies?!"

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