Chapter 1016: You Have to Let the World Hear Your Voice

Wu Jinpeng didn't care about the blood that flowed into his mouth. He screamed at the top of his lungs, as if trying to tear his own throat apart.

When the faceless woman realized that Wu Jinpeng was unaffected by her words, she flew into a rage. Fine black veins surfaced along her pale arms, and her hands clamped around his neck with savage force.

"Why! Why do you still want to protect him! I gave you everything beautiful! Why do you still choose despair willingly!" The outline of features gradually materialized on the woman's face — but it was no woman's face at all. It was the face of a male infant!

"The Nether Fetus?"

"Why can't I kill you! I'm the only one who truly wants to help you! Why does everyone just do whatever they want! Why does everyone choose to believe in things that don't even exist!" The woman's grip warped Wu Jinpeng's neck out of shape, but she still couldn't kill him.

Wu Jinpeng, clinging to his last breath, kept waving his arm toward Chen Ge. He couldn't produce a sound, but he kept opening his mouth, struggling to speak — wanting to say to the world whatever words he had left.

The woman's face had fully transformed into a baby's. Her mouth gaped wide open, but her eyes remained shut tight, as though opening them would require a long, long time.

Her clothes had been dyed deep red by the blood. This creature was clearly far more powerful than the Snail behind Jiang Ming's door.

"Wu Sheng was born with a congenital defect, and he was abandoned by his own mother. That is the wound Wu Sheng can never truly heal, and the Nether Fetus exploited that very vulnerability to spread malice, trying to imprison the child in the abyss behind the door." Chen Ge had pieced together the full picture. "The Nether Fetus kept manipulating him, but unfortunately Wu Sheng had a truly remarkable father. No matter what happened, his father shielded him from the storm, letting him know that the world wasn't as hopeless as the Nether Fetus claimed."

"The Nether Fetus can't kill Wu Sheng's father — which means it can't change the image Wu Jinpeng holds in Wu Sheng's heart." Chen Ge didn't run. He stared at the woman consumed by fury. "Who would have thought that a fearsome evil god could be driven to this state by an ordinary father."

With the full sequence of cause and effect now clear in his mind, Chen Ge understood the knot in Wu Sheng's heart. More importantly, he had found the ghost that the Nether Fetus had latched onto.

"There's no need for this world behind the door to keep existing. Kill this woman, and I can weaken the Nether Fetus once again." Chen Ge clicked on the recorder and stepped backward. "Compared to the Snail, this woman is far more terrifying. Wu Sheng's world behind the door is also more stable than Jiang Ming's. It seems these nine doors differ greatly from one another."

Planting his feet firmly in the blood, Chen Ge pulled out the comic album.

The child's crying and the woman's whispers in his ears gradually faded, replaced by piercing shrieks and hysterical screams.

Blood-red lines spread outward like cracks splitting the world apart. The woman standing in the center of the blood noticed Chen Ge. She released Wu Jinpeng — whose body was twisted and deformed yet still unkillable — and turned to walk toward Chen Ge.

An adult woman's body, topped with the face of an infant — the sight was grotesque and horrifying, but Chen Ge wasn't particularly afraid.

When the first of the red-dressed ghosts appeared, the woman stopped in her tracks.

"Brother Peng! Wake up! This place is about to be destroyed — dawn is almost here!"

Xu Yin, Lao Bai, and E Chou were the first to charge forward. The red-dressed woman fought all three at once without yielding an inch. What surprised Chen Ge even more was her mastery over the blood — she seemed to control it with impossible precision, as though she could juggle nine tasks simultaneously.

"All at once!"

One red-dressed ghost after another materialized. Once Red High Heels joined the battle, the woman finally buckled under the pressure. She spat out venomous curses without pause, but nothing could change the outcome.

The blood was devoured piece by piece. The infant's eyes finally cracked open — just a sliver — before the end.

"I'll kill you! No matter who you are, I will kill you!"

With multiple red-dressed ghosts striking together, the woman ultimately dissolved into a mist of blood. The blood vanished, and on the ground there remained only a single small child's tooth, caked in black.