I Will Teach You How to Hunt Gods

"Creak... Creak..."

Yun You gently twisted the dagger, its tip swirling continuously in the pink mist, producing a crisp sound akin to "meat grinder cutting meat."

Blood kept flowing out of the mist, initially trickling down like a drizzling rain, but as the dagger penetrated deeper, the blood began to pour like a foul and bloody shower, splattering down noisily.

Strangely enough, the pale brown blood stains were spreading over Yun You's gas mask, clearly obscuring the girl's vision, yet Yun You felt her sight was becoming clearer.

No, it wasn't just her sight.

Her hearing, smell, and perception... all seemed to break free from an invisible fog, returning to a cold yet real world.

"Guwah..."

At some point, weak wails began to appear in the air around Yun You.

It was "It" sobbing, as if wailing while questioning Yun You on how she could detect Its existence.

"Are you asking why?"

Yun You released the dagger, curled her lips, and a brighter smile appeared on her flushed yet slightly tipsy face.

"Actually, it's quite understandable."

The little girl closed her eyes, smiling, "All your guidance aims at nothing but making people doubt everything, thereby proactively attacking those 'threatening' things, including companions and family."

"From a psychological perspective, this is nearly flawless. Because on the basis of 'everything is untrustworthy,' people often suspect everything but ironically never doubt themselves."

"I am trustworthy. Besides me, everything is untrustworthy. Even if it makes sense, I have to doubt it first. This is the basic logic of most people's thinking."

"But I'm different."

Yun You sighed deeply, murmuring to herself, as if explaining to "It," yet also recalling her own past.

"When I was young, very young, I was always clumsy and incapable of doing anything right. Washing dishes could mean breaking the bowl and the basin together, and mopping the floor might accidentally break a table leg or a bed board."

"For a child from a not well-off family, making mistakes, especially costly ones, usually resulted in scolding and beating, either a slap or more severely a 'bamboo shoot stir-fry,' leaving the butt so sore one can't get out of bed for days or even half a month."

"But my father and mother never blamed me for these, much less beat me; they only asked if I was hurt and blamed their own negligence instead."

"At that time, I felt ashamed and self-reproachful, slowly developing a character similar to theirs—blaming and doubting myself."

Upon saying this, Yun You slowly opened her eyes, her crimson pupils behind the mask bright and clear.

"I don't like to find fault with others. When facing issues, I always first think about whether there's something wrong with myself, whether my actions were inappropriate."

"It is this self-doubt that made me sense the anomaly."

Self-reflection and self-doubt are one of the underlying tones in the little girl's personality.

Though usually carefree and ego-centered, always prioritizing her own happiness and comfort, Yun You indeed does not like to blame others but prefers to take the blame...

No, perhaps it's not liking; it may just be a pure habit.

The "cost" of refusing to drink wine, isn't it just derived from here?

Bearing guilt that doesn't belong to her, feeling guilty amid self-doubt.

She knows some matters aren't her responsibility, yet she wants to take charge, thinking perhaps she could do better.

Honestly, in this era where moral baselines have sunk to the sewer, where laws and principles are repeatedly trampled, it's hard to say whether such a personality is admirable or foolish.

Even Old Jin—a guy who always upholds justice and fairness, worries about the girl's future because of this personality.

After all, good people don't live long, and the greater the sense of responsibility, the heavier the burden to bear. If one doesn't become a "villain," it's tough to live comfortably in the future.

Nonetheless, this character of questioning oneself before doubting the world's problems indeed helped Yun You at this moment.

The little girl rummaged through her pocket and pulled out fragments of a diary previously found on the foreman's grudge corpse.

The second half of this diary contained two sentences that deeply impressed Yun You.

The first sentence was: "Trust no one, only yourself and your judgment."

This was the answer the foreman concluded after "awakening."

And the second was: "What did I miss? It feels like I missed something."

This was the foreman's parting words after killing all his companions, believing he had completed a great work, only to face utter failure, then waking up to reality.

What was it that he missed? Yun You now had the answer.

It was that he missed "himself."

More accurately, he missed the "It" that affected his spirit.

The one that always lingered on him, shapeless, invisible, silent, yet truly existing "It."

Its method of affecting humans was by interfering with the five senses.

Sight, hearing, smell, taste, and touch.

Because of this, Yun You saw the nearly "prophetic" hint on the note and perceived that Jack and Frost Moon were taking action against her.

But in reality, the two never acted. As an Apprentice Death God, Yun You possessed the ability to sense danger. Although she smelled the scent of killing intent and felt piercing chills, the girl understood that these "feelings" were not as accurate as "perception."

Indeed, not everyone possesses such perceptiveness. The foreman lacked this ability, so he failed. Even when he realized the problem, it was too late to regret it.

And upon confirming that "It" was beside her, a new question gradually surfaced.

How to locate "It"?

In other words, what exactly is "It," and where is it hidden?

Could "It" truly be formless?

Yun You found this unlikely.

In this world, everything has a form. Even the "Tower Master" Yun You once encountered was no exception.

Although the worldview of an Apprentice Death God has the concept of "soul," everyone understands clearly that only material can influence material.

So-called souls are merely kinds of energy relying on material bodies, at least that was Yun You's belief.

Given that "It" could affect the material world, it must possess a "body" in the material world and use this body to interfere and influence targets' minds.

However, speaking and doing are two different things. How could one find its "body"?

Regarding this question, Yun You, upon reflection, immediately thought of the pink mist in the tunnel.