The dark shadow was more panicked than ever, even though he was sure he wouldn't die.
But now, he was more terrified than when he faced death.
He felt that his memories, ideas, consciousness, everything was undergoing a precise and extreme cutting and polishing.
Some things were constantly dissipating, what he once remembered was slowly disappearing.
His way of thinking was beginning to distort and become chaotic, like a half-finished stone sculpture, appearing muddled.
His roars, his cries, his desperate pleas, all gradually weakened.
Because Yu Ziqing couldn't hear.
Because he had already begun to change, he even started to willingly accept the carving.
From this moment on, the waste materials that were being cut down and falling to the ground slowly virtualized, turning into black smoke and gradually dissipating.
After an unknown period, Yu Ziqing came back to his senses and put down the razor in his hand.
