“Please die.”
Everyone froze at Qing Wanglai’s words.
He caught everyone off guard. No one, not even Li Huowang, had anticipated him to say sothing like that. They didn’t think he was capable of it.
“Fuck!” Ba Nanxu cursed.
With a deep drag of her cigarette, she prepared to blow Qing Wanglai’s head off.
However, Zhao Shuangdian stopped her. “Don’t be rash. Let him finish.”
Unlike the others, Zhao Shuangdian remained eerily composed.
Qing Wanglai turned to Li Huowang. “I need you to die. The projections on both sides must shrink simultaneously. You don’t see what I see, Li Huowang. You can barely contact the other projection, but I have a way to contact my true self and figure out what to do. This is the only way.”
Li Huowang’s eyes narrowed. “Every projection? Every projection? Are you saying everyone here—including the Simings—is just a projection to you? You want to destroy everything? This is your plan?”
Qing Wanglai nodded confidently and without hesitation. “Li Huowang, you have to see the bigger picture. So things must be sacrificed for the greater good.”
Li Huowang stared at Qing Wanglai as though seeing him for the first ti.
Qing Wanglai smiled faintly and patted Li Huowang’s shoulder. “Don’t worry. I know what you’re afraid of. But our death this ti is not the end—it’s the beginning. We’re just projections, less important than you think. Once the crisis is over, we can be projected again and live in peace.”
Li Huowang’s mouth parted slowly. “You crazy bastard!”
Li Huowang finally understood what kind of person Qing Wanglai was. He wasn’t just misguided. He was deranged—a madman, a lunatic!
Disappointnt flickered briefly in Qing Wanglai’s eyes. “Li Huowang, you’ve let down. I thought you’d understand. I thought you would beco my ally.”
Li Huowang opened his mouth to argue, but no words ca out. He lowered and shook his head.
There was no point in reasoning with a madman. Trying to change a madman’s mind was futile, which he had learned the hard way.
“Qing Wanglai, I know Da Nuo has gone mad, but I didn’t expect the Three Ancient Ones, the holder of the Heavenly Dao of Truth, to be just as deranged. Your craziness is one thing, but dragging into it is sothing else. If the heavens fall, soone must hold them up.”
Li Huowang reached behind his back to secretly unsheath his knife.
“Are you always this quick to dismiss those who don’t think like you?” Qing Wanglai asked. “Are you really gonna label as insane or ntally ill just because I don’t share the sa perception? If that makes insane, then what about the rest of you? Are you all not crazy too?”
Qing Wanglai turned and pointed at everyone.
“If I’m crazy by your standards, then to , all of you are crazy too! All of you are ntally ill too!”
Ba Nanxu frowned and glanced at Zhao Shuangdian, who was still typing away on her laptop. “Hey, I think I’ve heard enough. Let’s just kill him.”
The next instant, Li Huowang lunged. His injuries reopened from the movent, but he refused to stop. He drove his knife toward Qing Wanglai’s waist, determined to kill him.
The Three Ancient Ones had descended into madness and wanted to kill everyone. Li Huowang had to kill Qing Wanglai and seize the Heavenly Dao Of Secrets. Only then could they have a better chance.
The blade struck, but no blood flowed. Instead, a loud clang echoed across the hall.
Li Huowang’s eyes widened in surprise—Qing Wanglai was wearing a vest beneath his shirt.
Without hesitation, Li Huowang shifted his grip and slashed upward, aiming for Qing Wanglai’s throat.
“Nana, shoot him! Blast his head apart!”
Yang Na didn’t hesitate. She raised her gun and fired.
But Qing Wanglai was faster. He twisted his neck and dodged the bullet. As he did, he grabbed Li Huowang’s wrist and wrenched it aside to make him stumble. Then, he quickly took out his own gun and pressed it against Li Huowang’s temple.
“Don’t move!” Qing Wanglai yelled.
Now, no one dared to shoot. They were afraid that the other party would shoot first.
Qing Wanglai looked down at the severely injured Li Huowang and smiled. “Stay still. You’ve already lost too much blood. I chose the mont to show myself carefully. If you were at your peak, I might have actually died.”
Bam!
Behind Qing Wanglai, soone kicked the door open.
A man entered the room, bombs strapped to his chest and a detonator clutched in his hand. Reflective sunglasses obscured his eyes, and he seed oddly nonchalant, idly playing a ga on his phone with his other hand.
“Don’t move!” he barked. “One wrong step and we all die!”
The presence of the explosives created a tense atmosphere.
Even Zhao Shuangdian stopped typing, glaring at Qing Wanglai. “Qing Wanglai, do you really think it’s appropriate to weaken our forces before the final battle?”
Qing Wanglai shrugged. “Appropriate? Do you think unity will help us win? Don’t be foolish. You don’t even understand what we’re facing. Isn’t that right, Li Huowang?”
He turned to Li Huowang, his usual smile missing. “If you calculate with the flow of ti in this projection, you should know that that thing will reach the real world in eight days. Eight days! That’s all we have.
“We have no ti to waste. If my plan fails within that ti, not only will our projections on both sides be destroyed—our real bodies will vanish too.
“The outco is set no matter what we do in those eight days, so why not destroy our projections on both sides now? That way, our true selves have a chance of survival.”
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