Facing the sickle that was inches away, Ye Long showed no intention of dodging.

“Can I even dodge it?”

“If Death wants to kill someone, can that person escape?”

“People often say, it’s like brushing shoulders with Death, or escaping Death’s clutches. Strictly speaking, it’s because Death didn’t want to kill them.”

Although the sickle hadn’t touched Ye Long, his neck still felt a sharp pain.

That feeling was like his soul warning his physical body.

Death appeared again.

Honestly, Ye Long didn’t understand what was going on.

Death killed him, then saved him.

Now she wanted to kill him again? Death shouldn’t be this free, right?

Based on his previous experience, Ye Long suspected that this attack was unavoidable.

He was right.

Mei would cut the person's fateline before making a move.

This way, no matter how she swung the sickle, it would hit the person.

Of course, she might not even need to swing. The person would run into the sickle themselves.

This is a causal attack.

So, Mei’s attacks always hit, but they’re not absolute.

Because if there were a faster way to die, then the person would definitely be killed by that faster way.

For example, if a giant billboard were about to fall and crush someone, and Mei swung her sickle at the same time, the billboard would definitely hit the person first.

It wouldn’t be the sickle’s turn.

But in most cases, if Mei was standing there with her sickle, the fastest way to die would be to have your soul severed by the sickle.

So the person would likely trip and fall onto the sickle.

Although Ye Long couldn’t figure this out, he roughly guessed that if Death really wanted to kill him, whether he ran or not, the result would be the same.

If he didn’t run, he would be cut down by the sickle on the spot.

If he ran, he would run into the sickle.

“So, you’re sure I’m not going to kill you this time?” Mei said.

Ye Long’s hand behind his back was tightly clenched.

To tell the truth, he just broke out in a cold sweat.

“I can’t be sure, but I feel like, since you killed me before and then deliberately saved me, it wasn’t just to kill me again.”

A calm judgment.

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Mei twirled her sickle. Her figure flashed and instantly appeared far away.

“Who said I saved you?”

Ye Long replied, “My intuition.”

Mei’s figure flashed and appeared behind Ye Long. “Intuition?”

“Doesn’t your intuition tell you that I’m a very boring person.”

“Saving someone, then killing them again. This might seem boring, but I’m capable of doing it.”

Ye Long still faced forward. “Then I shouldn’t be standing here right now. I should have died from that attack just now.”

Hoo!

Mei’s figure flashed and reappeared to Ye Long’s left.

A chair appeared beneath her. Mei sat on the chair and looked at him. “How do you know you’re alive now?”

How do I know…

This is a good question.

If this is the afterlife, then Ye Long is indeed dead.

So… there’s no way to be sure.

“Does my life or death have any meaning to you?”

Ye Long continued to look forward.

Mei’s figure flickered and appeared before him. The sickle in her hand was gone. “Maybe, maybe not, depends on whether you want it to.”

Then, Mei’s figure flickered and appeared behind Ye Long.

“Do you want to leave this place?”

Hearing the whisper, Ye Long resisted the urge to turn his head. He continued to look forward.

“I might. I might not. Whether I want to or not depends on whether you want me to live.”

“Ha ha ha ha ha!”

“Interesting.”

Mei’s figure began to flicker rapidly through the space. She appeared in the distance, then nearby, then on the left, then on the right.

Her position changed constantly, making people dizzy.

And her laughter came from all directions!

Hearing Mei’s hoarse, empty laughter that seemed to come from her soul, Ye Long felt his mind becoming disturbed.

It was as if he were sitting under a giant bell, people hitting it from all angles, the sound reverberating in his head.

Ye Long said nothing. At that moment, Mei’s voice suddenly came from behind him.

“Aren’t you curious about what I did to your body?”

Ye Long opened his mouth. “Curious, but I think you’re more curious than I am.”

Swish, swish, swish!

Mei’s figure flickered several times and appeared before Ye Long. “I am very curious. Curious why you didn’t change.”

“Why don’t we talk about it? What happened to you?”

Ye Long: “I don’t know.”

He really didn’t know.

Ye Long didn’t understand what had happened from beginning to end.

Seeing this, Mei’s eyes flashed under the black robe. “You know, you’ve lost everything. Your ability, your power, you’ve become an ordinary person.”

Ye Long looked at Mei. “Not everything. I still have many things. I only lost what doesn’t belong to me.”

“But that’s not right!”

Mei’s eyes burned like flames under the black robe. “You should have become like them, my test subject!”

“But you didn’t. And that is not the result I wanted!”

Mei flicked. A new vial of potion appeared in her hand.

“But it doesn’t matter. I have a backup.”

Having extra potions, this had become a habit of Mei’s.

Seeing the black potion in Mei’s hand, Ye Long instinctively took a step back. “What… is this?”

Mei slowly walked forward. “This potion is called Ultimate Terror. It is the combination of all things that cause fear.”

“The thing I desire is Absolute Fear. I originally wanted to implement it on you, let you become the vessel for this fear, and let you reap the benefits.”

“And you, only need to pay a small price to obtain this power. There is no better deal in this world.”

The current situation is interesting.

Mei didn’t know where the problem was, was it the potion itself or if the traits counteracted each other?

Having Ye Long drink another vial of potion is how Mei could determine the source of the problem.

If it didn’t work, there were two possibilities.

Either there was a problem with Ye Long, or a problem with the potion.

So…

“Drink it.”

Mei snapped her fingers. The space in front of them suddenly collapsed and shrank!

Ye Long wanted to retreat, but his body was moving forward!

Mei opened the potion. “Are you going to drink it yourself, or should I help you?”

“Friendly reminder, I’m not gentle. If you make me do it, it might, possibly, probably, be very painful.”

Ye Long extended his clenched hand behind his back. He closed his eyes and took the potion.

If he couldn’t escape, he could only face it.

Seeing Ye Long’s troubled expression, Mei could only say, some beg to drink these potions, others treat them like poison.

And Mei, sometimes, she just likes to tease people.

If they want it, Mei won’t give it to them.

If they don’t want it, Mei would force them to drink it!