Chapter 782
Chapter 782
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>Translator: Ryuma
>Chapter: 782
>Chapter Title: Si Ming
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“Tell me, you know me, right? You definitely know me. You called me Ji Zai back in the mental hospital—that’s a stone-cold fact. Others might not know anything, but you definitely do!”
“No need to hide it anymore. I know now. I’ve fully awakened. I know who I am. I’m Ji Zai. I’m the Bewildered Si Ming!”
“So what kind of Si Ming are you? What heavenly law do you control? Can you tell me what the other Si Mings are?”
Staring at Li Huowang as he rambled on, Qian Fu slowly shoved the burger in his hand into his mouth and took a big bite. Then, mumbling through a full mouth, he tilted his head toward Chen Hongyu on the side. “What’s wrong with Li Huowang?”
“He’s crazy.”
Hearing Chen Hongyu speak up, Li Huowang suddenly whipped his head toward him, asking with a touch of emotion, “Shitao? Or rather, a part of Shitao? All your thoughts at Anci Nunnery are linked, so as the Rotten Si Ming, you must have some memories of Shitao, right?”
Chen Hongyu rolled her eyes and, with a look of disgust, stretched toward the back of the RV, calling out to Wu Qi who was on the phone. “Has Qingwang Lai shown up yet? How long do we have to wait?”
Wu Qi didn’t answer. She cradled her phone and stepped farther inside, covering her mouth as she chuckled.
“Huo Wang, don’t do this. Take your medicine, quick.” Bai Lingmiao blocked Li Huowang as he tried to head toward Wu Qi and handed him the pills and water.
Li Huowang held the steaming glass cup in his hands and sat down on the bench with a heavy sigh.
Though he now understood his identity, they were definitely Si Mings—no mistake there.
Since they were Si Mings, the enemies out to get them, the ones who could threaten Si Mings, had to be the Yu’er God. That connected all the logic perfectly.
These Si Mings of White Jade Capital had once been at odds with each other, but in the face of an external foe, they were forced to band together.
“Is the Yu’er God that powerful? Powerful enough to force us seven Si Mings to team up? No, it’s probably more than just the Yu’er God. Those previous schemes didn’t seem like the work of a single Si Ming.”
Li Huowang looked back at his companions. Unfortunately, though he understood now, he couldn’t communicate effectively with them. No matter what he said, they just didn’t get it.
Something had clearly gone off-kilter during this projection’s refraction, leaving his words falling on deaf ears.
“How can I make them understand? Wait—if I’m a Si Ming, does that mean everything before was real? Gouwa, Bai Lingmiao, Gao Zhijian—they’re all still there? How have they been?” At that thought, Li Huowang’s expression grew profoundly heavy.
“Here, good boy, take your medicine.” Yang Na placed the pills and capsules in Li Huowang’s hand, then guided it to his mouth. “Put the medicine under your tongue first, then wash it down with water. That way it won’t taste bitter.”
Li Huowang still didn’t take the medicine. He held the pills in one hand and the cup in the other, staring blankly at Yang Na. “Nana, what kind of Si Ming are you?”
Li Huowang was absolutely certain that he’d only become a Si Ming so recently—there shouldn’t be any Si Ming this close to him.
That was strange. Or maybe the projections on both sides weren’t a perfect match.
Seeing Li Huowang say something like that to her, Yang Na—who’d been holding it together—finally broke. She collapsed onto the table, sobbing loudly.
Hearing that heartbreaking cry, Li Huowang’s heart jolted. He snapped out of his earlier state.
No matter what kind of Si Ming Nana was, she was his Yang Na first and foremost.
He’d been so thrilled by the truth that he hadn’t considered her feelings at all. In her eyes, she must think his mental illness had flared up again.
As Li Huowang comforted Yang Na, Wu Qi hung up the phone and walked over upon hearing the crying. “What’s this? Why the waterworks out of nowhere? Are you two little ones breaking up?”
“Li Huowang’s losing it and pissed off his girlfriend. Who were you just talking to?” Chen Hongyu asked her, snatching fries from Qian Fu as she did.
“My bestie.” Wu Qi walked over to Yang Na and draped an arm around her shoulders, soothing her gently.
“You’ve got a bestie? I figured with you driving this junker and hiding everywhere, you didn’t have time for friends.”
“What kinda talk is that? Even Qin Hui had three good friends. How could I not? Come help out—can’t you see she’s crying?”
Chen Hongyu snatched the cola from Qian Fu’s hand. “I didn’t make her cry, so why should I help? You stay out of it too. If they can’t handle something this small on their own, marriage and kids will be a nightmare. This is nothing—they’re bound to split eventually.”
“Nana! Look, I took my medicine. I swallowed it.” Li Huowang showed Yang Na the pills and capsules before popping them into his mouth, chewing, and swallowing.
Seeing Li Huowang take his medicine, Yang Na’s breakdown eased a bit. His recent erratic behavior was clearly a relapse of his old illness, all because he hadn’t been taking his meds.
She’d have to watch him take them from now on. Yang Na didn’t want Li Huowang locked back up in the mental hospital, but even more, she didn’t want to watch him lose his mind again.
Catching Li Huowang’s look, Wu Qi tactfully vacated her seat to give him room.
Li Huowang sat in Wu Qi’s spot and gently pulled her into his arms, stroking her back and murmuring soft reassurances over and over.
Feeling the softness in his embrace, Li Huowang sighed inwardly, memories of their past flooding back. His emotions toward this side were truly complicated now—extremely so.
If everyone was a projection, was this side projecting over there, or that side projecting here?
One thing was certain: Li Huowang didn’t want to give this up now. He had to protect her properly and consider her feelings.
He couldn’t talk like that in front of Yang Na anymore. He’d been unable to tell the two sides apart before, so he couldn’t tend to both.
But now that he could distinguish them clearly, he needed to care for both sides.
After Li Huowang’s steady comforting, Yang Na sniffled and climbed out of his arms. Grabbing her bag, she headed to the RV’s bathroom to fix her tear-streaked makeup.
Just then, the sound of Qingwang Lai’s sports car pulled up outside the RV.
He seemed thrilled, his mouth curved in a grin. He dumped his takeout onto the table and announced to the others, “Good news, everyone. After all these days of talking, they’ve finally agreed to negotiate with us.”
Hearing this, Li Huowang’s mood lifted a little. As long as the Yu’er God didn’t want to fight to the death, these Si Mings had no reason to go all-out either—who benefited from dying?
And if the higher powers clashed hard, countless mortals down below would die.
“Great! The Leo aliens have finally backed down! Too bad we didn’t snag their flying saucer.”
“Wanglai, be careful. These groups stealing superpowers are crafty. They might say it’s negotiations, but it could be a trap.”