This villain, please exercise some restraint.

"Yes, that's definitely true."

So the boy nodded in agreement.

So he slowly walked over, stood in front of An Xu, and extended his hand. "Well then, no matter how much I've heard about you, today is our first real meeting."

"My name is... Luo Xun. I used to be a student. I hope to get along well with you in the future."

An Xu paused for a moment, then extended his hand as well. "Although you already know my name, as you said, this is our first meeting. My name is An Xu, a retired gamer."

The boy smiled and nodded, then reached out his hand to the white-haired boy.

"Temperance, the state of the dead."

Before he could even extend his hand, Moderation had already given a brief self-introduction, seemingly not wanting any further contact.

The boy also smiled and withdrew his hand, showing no embarrassment whatsoever.

"So your name is Temperance? That's a strange and unusual name. But I'd like to ask if your name is derived from the Temperance card in the Tarot?"

"Because I remember that before I became a madman, I played a game with tarot elements as its background, and after playing that game, I became a madman."

The boy asked with some curiosity.

“You don’t look like a madman right now.”

Restraint looked at the boy.

"Yes, I don't know why, but after I got out of that weak body, I became more clear-headed."

"I don't know whether all of this is something to laugh at or something to be happy about."

The boy twitched the corners of his lips, but this time, his expression held a hint of helplessness.

Before his expression had fully settled, he walked uncontrollably to the bedside of the vegetative patient in a strange and stiff posture, and then lay down on the bed.

Jizhi tilted his head and looked over with a curious expression.

The souls lying on the bed seemed to be choked by something, their chests heaving painfully and laboriously, but the gas inside their bodies could not find an outlet, so they could only struggle desperately, but often to no avail.

Soon, the face of the deceased turned cyanotic due to lack of oxygen, and then stopped struggling, as if... dead.

An Xu watched this scene with a sense of horror.

"Is he...dead?"

An Xu swallowed hard and asked.

He was met with a soft laugh.

“How can the dead die? My brother said they are just repeating the scene before their death day by day.”

"Thinking about it like that must be quite painful."

"If only something existed that could end their suffering."

He spoke with restraint, but his words were devoid of emotion, like a broken record.

Now it was An Xu's turn to be surprised. He looked at the white-haired boy and said, "Moderation, did I hear that right? You really think such humane and empathetic words would come out of your mouth?"

“I said, these words were said by my brother.”

Despite the protagonist's special treatment, the white-haired youth had no intention of claiming credit for himself.

"Your...brother? It seems like your brother is...a pretty good guy."

An Xu gave an honest assessment.

"Of course, my brother is beautiful, kind-hearted, knowledgeable, capable, insightful, and has a broad perspective. If you want to get to know him, I can introduce you later."

"Perhaps you'll have something in common to talk about."

An Xu was even more surprised, "You're so easy to talk to? And your brother... is he really that good?"

"of course."

The white-haired boy smiled slightly, appearing harmless.

An Xu stopped talking. He couldn't quite figure out what kind of perfect being could make someone like Jiezhi so generous with his praise.

What puzzled him even more was that if they were really brothers, why was there such a big difference between them?

Before An Xu could think further, as the words of restraint fell, the soul lying on the bed slowly awoke, but at this moment, it had returned to its previous perfect state.

"It's a task I have to do every day."

Luo Xun jumped off the bed and complained.

An Xu was ashamed. "Do you, the dead, really have to repeat these things from before you died every day?"

The boy nodded, affirming the importance of moderation.

"He's right, that's exactly it."

"Actually, I wasn't used to it at first, but I got used to it later."

"And I don't think you need to have such a big prejudice against... well, temperance. We've met before, and he and his brother are really good people. At least, the one we know of helped my sister solve a big problem."

"Your sister? Is she the slightly... plump lady who just left?"

An Xu composed himself and asked.

Luo Xun shook his head.

"It's another lost soul."

Moderation provided the answer: "However, I wasn't helping her at the time. I had previously given that girl a simpler and more direct method, but it wasn't adopted, which led to the trouble later on."

“I don’t like disobedient people. If it weren’t for my brother, I wouldn’t have gotten involved in this kind of thing.”

Luo Xun was slightly taken aback, then smiled and said, "Is that so? But in any case, it did help my sister. Now she's no longer bothered by these mandatory tasks that she has to do every day."

"No matter what, I want to thank you on her behalf."

These words gave An Xu a fresh perspective on self-control. Although this guy was probably dragged into doing good deeds, he did indeed accomplish something.

Does this mean that restraint isn't actually that bad... it's just that his brother wasn't around at the time, and he lacked proper guidance... which led him to do those things as he pleased?

With proper guidance...

"An Xu."

"Moderation!" suddenly cried out.

An Xu's thoughts were interrupted, and he looked at the white-haired boy.

"Thanks aren't just words. If you really want to express your gratitude, please try your best to fulfill his small requests."

He accepted the thanks with a clear conscience and pointed at An Xu.

An Xu: "...?"

After the white-haired boy finished speaking, he walked out.

"You guys chat first. I have something to do and need to go out for a bit. I hope that when I come back, everything you want to know will be very clear."

Watching Jiezhi leave swiftly and decisively, An Xu came back to his senses.

This time, it seemed that Restraint was genuinely helping him, even taking the initiative to leave without interfering too much, leaving space for him and Luo Xun.

Although it's also possible that temperance simply isn't interested in this...

But in any case, judging from his current performance, he has indeed done what he promised at the beginning.

Why is this happening? How could this be? Could it be as Temperance said… that he really lost his memory? And then received the correct guidance… or is this actually another conspiracy with ulterior motives?

Shaking his head, An Xu couldn't come up with the correct answer for a moment.