This standard villain speech wasn't something Jiang Cheng would accept. Based on his years of watching movies, those who uttered such words were either cannon fodder or hidden big shots.

But the one standing before him was clearly not the former.

And according to the normal plot in movies, the next thing that would happen was someone disagreeing, even mocking, only to be killed by the one who said those words.

And they would die horribly.

A sinister aura spread throughout the room, as if adding a gray filter, and a faint unease was brewing. Jiang Cheng vaguely felt something was about to happen.

Just as his eyes darted back and forth, preparing to find a way out, something seemed to move beside him. He looked down at Lin Chen.

Lin Chen's finger... actually twitched.

Jiang Cheng's expression changed.

Although it felt like a long time, under the tension, it was only a few seconds. Jiang Cheng understood what he couldn't figure out before.

So when he saw Lin Chen open her eyes and then sit up groggily, he didn't show surprise, just watched quietly.

Lin Chen seemed to have forgotten what she had done before. She sat on the bed for a while, her head lowered, her body pitifully thin.

A faint gray halo enveloped her. Lin Chen, after being resurrected, seemed to have her despair deepened by another point.

She left the bed, didn't even put on slippers, and stepped barefoot onto the cold floor.

Like a walking corpse, she walked to the huge picture frame.

At this moment, the picture frame couldn't give Jiang Cheng any artistic beauty, but instead made him feel uncomfortable.

Standing in the corner of the wall, the easel almost as tall as Lin Chen, looked more like a gallows in Jiang Cheng's eyes.

Lin Chen expressionlessly grabbed a brush and began her next creation.

There were no skills, only the unrestrained venting of despair. The thin drawing paper was like a killing field at this moment.

It was hard to imagine what this weak woman had gone through.

Slowly putting down his hand, Jiang Cheng looked directly into the eyes of the black-clothed Wu. Those scarlet eyes were also looking at Lin Chen.

As if examining his most beloved work, or like a younger brother filled with attachment to his older sister, it was a poppy-like attachment.

Madness.

Morbid.

What was even more terrifying was that chilling purity.

"Why?" Jiang Cheng looked at the black-clothed Wu, his words devoid of his previous restraint. "She kills herself at this time every day, and then wakes up again."

"You've trapped her in this cycle!" Jiang Cheng said loudly, "You're using her despair to create more and more urban legends!"

"I'm protecting her." The black-clothed Wu's tone didn't fluctuate at all. He looked at the almost mad woman in front of the easel, his eyes full of infatuation. "The reason why elder sister became like this is because she doesn't know how to protect herself. She's too weak and doesn't know the darkness of this world at all."

"She always chooses to forgive, chooses to swallow her anger, and hides everything in her heart, not saying a word to anyone." Wu's expression began to change, and blood-red curses similar to talismans appeared on his skin. The atmosphere was getting out of control bit by bit.

"I asked her to kill the people who hurt her, but she refused!"

The black windbreaker moved without wind, and Wu's shadow appeared on the wall behind him, but the shadow was much taller and more terrifying than the black-clothed Wu.

It seemed that the black-clothed Wu in Jiang Cheng's eyes was only the appearance, the tip of the iceberg exposed on the water, and the real Wu was hidden under the cold, deep water.

And this tip of the iceberg had already driven everyone to a dead end.

"Only by letting elder sister create urban legends with her own hands will she know the essence of this world. I will not allow anyone to hurt elder sister."

Wu looked at Lin Chen, who was painting, with infatuated eyes. It was hard to imagine that such a handsome face would have such sharp eyebrows.

A chill ran through Jiang Cheng's body like an electric current. He had the feeling of being stared at by a demon, but Wu was clearly not looking at him.

His eyes could only hold one woman.

He just stood there silently, as if he didn't care about anything, didn't care about anything, as long as... Lin Chen was still by his side.

Turning his gaze, the next scene made him pause involuntarily. Staring at him was not the black-clothed Wu, but... the shadow he left on the wall.

The shadow was formless and immaterial, with a height far exceeding 3 meters, and a part of it was even bent on the ceiling, almost merging with the darkness.

A pair of narrow, scarlet eyes were embedded in it, coldly watching him.

Jiang Cheng actually read a strong desire from those eyes.

It was coveting something.

From himself.

"Ah! Ah, ah!" Suddenly, a woman's heartbreaking scream came. Lin Chen dropped her brush and looked at her work in front of her.

The previously accumulated despair was exhausted again. After regaining a trace of sanity, Lin Chen absolutely couldn't accept that she could paint such a strange painting.

She collapsed, grabbing her body with both hands, and finally her face, tearing her fair skin and scratching out blood marks.

Jiang Cheng felt pain just looking at it.

Taking advantage of the moment when the black-clothed Wu was distracted, Jiang Cheng no longer hesitated, and rushed over in one stride, while reaching into his pocket.

What he was going to do was self-evident.

Show Lin Chen her former painting, the kind face behind the black-clothed Wu, so as to awaken her past memories and the original intention of creating Wu.

Creating Wu was just a means for Lin Chen to escape reality. What she initially wanted to create was the good side.

As for this dark side of Wu... its appearance was just a terrible derivative.

What was even more terrifying was that this derivative actually controlled the creator and completely suppressed the good side at the same time.

But fortunately, it couldn't eliminate the good side.

Just like no matter how strong a person is, they can't eliminate their shadow.

A huge and terrifying pressure came from behind, and the light of the blade instantly illuminated this small room.

What was even more strange was that Wu was clearly behind him, but Jiang Cheng felt that this blade was about to fall on his forehead.

But fortunately, Jiang Cheng was a little faster after all.

A tiny wound had already cracked in the center of his forehead, and a few drops of bright red blood dripped down along the center of his forehead. That good side of Wu was hidden deep in Lin Chen's heart.

Only, and only through this painting!

Can the good side be awakened and end all this.

But the next second, Jiang Cheng stopped.

His hand was in his pocket, and he didn't take out the painting.

Lin Chen stood blankly in front of him, looking painful and confused, everything was so real that it seemed like a fact.

And the blade that was about to cut Jiang Cheng open from the center of his forehead also disappeared suddenly.

A strange calm floated in the air, as if nothing had happened.