Chapter 365
Chapter 365
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>Translator: Ryuma
>Chapter: 365
>Chapter Title: Agony
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Looking at the iron gadget in front of the other man, Li Huowang let out a low chuckle.
He shook his head before starting to speak to the wall beside him.
“Miaomiao, take Li Sui a bit farther away. Though no one dies here, better safe than sorry.”
“Who the fuck are you talking to! Take off that Bluetooth earpiece!”
Li Huowang’s voice echoed once more through the somewhat empty stairwell, filled with exhaustion and pent-up frustration.
“You know what? My mood is truly the shittiest it can be right now. I really want to find something to vent on properly!”
Li Huowang twisted his hand, revealing the sharp blade tip. His expression turned utterly ferocious in an instant as he stamped his feet on the stairs and pounced toward the three men like a starving tiger.
“Bang!” Spots of blood bloomed on Li Huowang’s body, but this familiar pain only excited him more.
A cold gleam flashed as the finger clutching the gun went flying through the air along with a spray of blood.
The man’s scream cut off halfway—his vocal cords sliced in two, trembling faintly in the air with a leaking hiss.
The sight stunned the remaining two into idiocy. They clutched the girls in their arms and shrieked hysterically in threat, “D-don’t come any closer! We’ve got hostages!!”
“Go tell that to the real cops!! In your world, I’m fucking insane!!”
Scorching blood gushed from the stump, soaking Li Huowang’s soles.
Without so much as glancing at the two girls who’d pissed themselves in terror, Li Huowang—with a knife buried in his chest—trudged upstairs, leaving bloody footprints. His ghostly wail echoed relentlessly through the stairwell.
“Yang Na! I’m sorry!! I’ve come for you!!”
Li Huowang searched dorm by dorm in the stairwell. When he reached the fourth floor, he spotted the remaining four men.
Li Huowang, bleeding from his wounds, tilted his head and stared fixatedly at each of their necks.
Faced with Li Huowang’s appearance, their hostages and weapons did nothing for their crumbling resolve.
Finally, the weakest-willed of the four abruptly released the girl in his arms and said in a trembling voice, “C-can we surrender now? We really didn’t do anything! Brother Leopard forced us into the bank robbery—he was the mastermind!”
Li Huowang yanked the dagger from his body with his left hand, leaned forward, and charged at them while laughing madly through his tears.
There was no comparing a killer to those who’d never taken a life.
Dark red blood trickled down the stairs, one step at a time.
Li Huowang, covered in wounds, slumped atop two corpses, gasping raggedly as he savored the pain wracking his body.
His right arm—whether nerve or tendon severed—wouldn’t lift anymore.
“Huowang?”
The familiar voice made Li Huowang’s body jolt. A sudden urge surged within him: flee this place now, as far as possible.
But thinking of Bai Lingmiao, trapped by the heart turbidity, Li Huowang muttered his hallucinations over and over as he slowly raised his head toward the stairwell opening.
It was Yang Na, a delicate jade earring dangling from her right ear—the birthday gift he’d once asked his mother to deliver.
“Wah wah wah, Huowang! How did you get hurt so badly!”
Tears streaming, Yang Na rushed to Li Huowang’s side, helpless before his nonstop bleeding wounds.
She tried plugging them with her hands, but they wouldn’t hold.
“Fake. Fake fake.” Li Huowang muttered repeatedly, his left hand clenching tighter around the dagger.
Just as he abruptly raised the blade, Yang Na spoke.
“Why did you come to save me?! You’re insane!! Why did you come save me?! How am I supposed to forget you when you do this?!”
“Aaah!!” Li Huowang felt the dagger in his grip weigh a thousand pounds. Her words nearly shattered him completely.
In heart-rending agony, Li Huowang summoned every shred of will and plunged the dagger tip into Yang Na’s chest. The sharp edge tore through her purple fitted sweater—and her skin as well.
Feeling the pain in her chest, Yang Na blinked shakily at Li Huowang. Her eyes held no fear, no disappointment or resentment—only thick grievance. “Huowang, why?”
Her gaze stabbed into Li Huowang’s heart like a dagger. No—even worse than that.
As he despairingly prepared to drive it deeper, a fiery scorching pain erupted in his throat. It grew relentlessly worse until everything around him seemed to destabilize.
“Clang.” The dagger slipped from Li Huowang’s grasp toward the floor. The immense pain left his body shuddering uncontrollably.
Ignoring her own chest wound, Yang Na lunged forward and caught Li Huowang as he toppled backward, cradling him in her arms.
“Boom.” Everything around him vanished in an instant. Li Huowang was back in that pitch-black forest.
He knelt on both knees, the red bamboo slips of the Great Thousand Record before him—something apparently wrapped inside.
At that moment, a tongue lolled out from within the slips and began to speak. The Great Thousand Record had come alive.
“One tongue turns the wheel! One lash spans the Great Thousand! Wondrous realms to utmost extremes, beyond words’ grasp! Heaven’s benevolence, gods’ enigmas—dare not etch in vital breath! My lord supreme! How dare you startle!?”
Hearing the Great Thousand Record’s voice, Li Huowang felt all his senses begin fusing anew into that peculiar perception capable of sensing Ba Hui’s presence.
Under this perception, Li Huowang could hear that the Great Thousand Record was alive.
He touched the red bamboo slips as they shed into wriggling red worms.
In a daze, Li Huowang looked up. The pitch-black dome overhead had cracked open, and a slender, mist-shrouded eyeball—longer and larger than the heavens themselves—peered through the fissure.
It wasn’t Ba Hui. Li Huowang could sense Ba Hui, but it was far away, still in White Jade Capital.
The eyeball dispersed, and Li Huowang sensed Ba Hui once more—or perhaps saw it.
This time, he felt part of himself within Ba Hui’s body.
An excruciating agony descended from the heavens, intertwining with Li Huowang’s own pain before spreading outward.
Soon, this agony enveloped everything around him—Bai Lingmiao, the deformed humans.
Even the trees, the soil—yes, even the air began to quiver faintly.
As Li Huowang gently lifted both hands, all suffering intensified. And these newborn pains would now be under Li Huowang’s control.
His fused perceptions detected two eyeballs—one black, one white—intermingled, each containing the other.
They had no boundaries; their edges canceled each other out, with the self residing within the spheres.
As Li Huowang raised his hands once more, he stripped away every last bit of pain from his body and poured it into those two orbs.
(End of chapter)