The morning after her third nightmare seed vision, Wáng Shūfēn sat in her medical office reviewing patient records with hands that trembled despite her best efforts to control them. Three nights of experiencing two centuries of atrocity compressed into eight-hour intervals was destroying her mental resilience faster than she'd anticipated.
She'd witnessed the Green Devil wearing Yán Bīngshuāng's face torture a family for six weeks, slowly freezing their internal organs one at a time while pretending to desperately search for a cure. She'd experienced the physician who'd tried to treat them—a good man named Zhū Háiwén who'd suspected something was wrong—being quietly eliminated when he came too close to the truth.
She'd felt the Devil's satisfaction as Zhū Háiwén's teenage daughter watched her father die from "sudden cultivation deviation," never knowing it was murder.
