Chapter 46 What are you crying for!

"Can you tell me who you are?"
"What is your purpose in occupying my body?"

The "Lu Yuan" standing before him had actually given himself away the moment he opened the door.

Although Lu Yuan had done his utmost to conceal An Shi's head, because the head did not belong to him, it could not be stored in the inventory system like a utility knife.

Could he really fail to see such a massive head?
Or was he deliberately pretending not to see it?

With a utility knife in one hand and An Shi's poorly concealed head gripped in the other, Lu Yuan said, "You are deliberately imitating me."

Upon hearing this, the "Lu Yuan" who had previously appeared somewhat flustered instantly calmed down, the depths of his eyes gazing back at Lu Yuan tinged with a hint of hatred.

"What are you talking about?"
"I am Lu Yuan!"

"Lu Yuan" continued to put up a stubborn front, repeatedly insisting that he was the real Lu Yuan.

Lu Yuan shook his head. If reasoning was useless, he would simply have to resort to force; after all, this was his body, and he had to take it back.

In a flash, Lu Yuan charged forward.

Seeing this, "Lu Yuan" reacted as well.
His instinctive movements were almost identical to Lu Yuan's own—a reflex to dodge and evade, followed by thrusting the anti-wolf stun baton forward.

Lu Yuan's eyes flickered slightly, and he controlled An Shi's body to side-step out of the way. If he hadn't dodged, his slash would have failed to land, and he would have been stunned by the baton instead.

After all, that was exactly how he had stunned An Shi before turning himself in at the police station.

Although this anomaly occupying his body was imitating his behaviors, movements, and even possessed a few minor flaws in its habits, it had to be said that its instinctive reflexes were virtually indistinguishable from Lu Yuan's.

"I need to end this quickly!"
Lu Yuan's eyes flickered.

He was currently controlling An Shi's body, and since An Shi was already over fifty years old, his physical functions and stamina were far inferior to a body in its twenties.

The longer this dragged on, the more passive his position would become.
After all, the anomaly opposite him was using the body of a man in his twenties. Even though Lu Yuan hadn't usually exercised much, a young body was simply more resilient.

Lu Yuan had no desire to harm his own body; his goal was to reclaim it, not to kill the anomaly inhabiting it.
If this body sustained injuries, even recovering it would make subsequent actions extremely inconvenient.

"I don't want to kill you."
"Just return my body to me, and I can let you go."

Lu Yuan brandished the utility knife, though his words carried very little credibility.

Lu Yuan could tell that this anomaly had rather low combat capability—it was even much weaker than the lowest-tier Zhuo Yan.

For Lu Yuan to kill this anomaly would take some effort, but conversely, it would be just as difficult for the anomaly to successfully counterattack and kill him.

Both sides were virtually on the same level.

The named "Lu Yuan" wore a disdainful smile, black mist welling up in his eyes, bearing a striking resemblance to the dark fog shrouding the perimeter of An Shi's villa.

"This is my body! Get the hell out of my psychological clinic!" The anomaly remained obstinate, stubbornly claiming the body as his own.

Lu Yuan felt somewhat baffled.
Since both parties were well aware of the truth, why not lay everything out in the open?

While making his move, Lu Yuan observed the anomaly's expression. It was a bizarre expression—filled with anger and panic, yet completely devoid of the embarrassment one would expect when exposed.

It was as if... what he was saying was the truth.
As if this really was his body.

Lu Yuan frowned slightly.
Impossible!
This was his body; he knew it inside and out. It was absolutely impossible for it to belong to anyone else, human or anomaly.

After grappling for some time, Lu Yuan gradually grew impatient.
He had to admit, this anomaly's movements were far too synchronized with his own.

In this anomaly, Lu Yuan actually found the illusion of looking into a mirror, and the feeling was intensely strong.

Lu Yuan's eyes flashed, and in the next second, he executed a movement that he would normally never make.

This time, the anomaly failed to keep up with his rhythm.

Splat!
The utility knife pierced the arm!

The expression and movements of "Lu Yuan" stiffened considerably. Lu Yuan knew he had to wound this body to make any headway.

Yet, considering the future, he still couldn't let the body sustain too severe an injury—at the very least, it couldn't affect his normal ability to walk.

Because of this, Lu Yuan's strike had aimed for the left arm.
The left arm was not his dominant hand, so even if it suffered a slight injury, it wouldn't cause any major problems.

In an instant, a look of agony twisted the anomaly's face.
Crimson blood welled from the wound on his arm, dripping rhythmically onto the floor and splashing into tiny floral patterns of blood.

Just as Lu Yuan prepared to completely subdue the anomaly, a sharp, excruciating pain suddenly flared in his own left hand. The grip of his left hand, which had been holding An Shi's head, went slack, and the head plummeted to the floor.

Shock filled Lu Yuan's eyes.
He quickly swept a glance over his own left arm.
There was not a single scratch on it!

Yet the intensely vivid pain caused Lu Yuan's left hand to twitch, the muscles spasming slightly under the influence of the phantom agony.

"This body really is mine."
Lu Yuan felt entirely certain now.
Only because it was his body would it resonate and experience sympathetic pain when wounded.

What caught Lu Yuan somewhat off guard was that the anomaly hiding within this body felt the pain as well, and the expression on its face did not look feigned at all.

Immediately afterward, something even more bewildering happened.

"It hurts so much!"
"You're a bad person!"

The anomaly before him actually began to cry over the pain of a minor wound...

Lu Yuan froze in place.
Was crying really necessary over a scratch this small?

Lu Yuan wanted to say something, but the anomaly merely wept ceaselessly, wailing aloud until the entire psychological clinic echoed with its crying.

"Why are you acting like a child!"
Lu Yuan frowned.

He had expected that even if the anomaly hiding in his body was weaker than typical strange entities, its personality would at least be similar to theirs—ruthless, vicious, and terrifying.

But looking at it now, Lu Yuan was completely at a loss.

"Lu Yuan" ignored his reprimand, continuing to cry at the top of his lungs while the anti-wolf stun baton was tossed carelessly aside.

Feeling rather helpless, Lu Yuan pulled back to a certain distance, quietly watching the anomaly throw a tantrum using his body.

Lu Yuan had assumed it would stop after crying for a bit, but the crying dragged on endlessly, becoming so irritating that he finally snapped in exasperation, "Stop crying! You're making a racket!"

Lu Yuan's voice was loud enough to make the psychological clinic shake slightly.

The "Lu Yuan" who had been weeping suddenly flashed a look of terror, shrinking his entire body against the side of the sofa, watching Lu Yuan warily while occasionally sniffing and sniffling.

Since this was his psychological clinic, logically speaking, there should be a quartz clock hanging on the wall.
Lu Yuan raised his head to look at the wall.

A familiarly styled quartz clock hung there, displaying the time as precisely six o'clock in the morning.

"You're a strange entity for crying out loud, what kind of behavior is this!"
"Shameful!"
"No—shameful for a ghost!"