Chapter 344: Li Sui

The Daoist Bizarre Immortal

Hearing this, Li Huowang's pupils contracted slightly. "This ability... is it my displacement ability? Do I have this ability even in hallucinations now?"

At this point, Wang Zhilong finally burst into tears. Crying and feeling wronged, he said, "I didn't get a single penny! Do you know how many tens of thousands I invested in this deal? And how many connections I pulled to keep the urban management from taking you away! This money was all borrowed by us brothers, maxing out dozens of credit cards!"

"My ancestor, I beg you! Please, just make some gold for me. We're almost driven to jump off a building by the debt collection messages!"

Li Huowang released his grip and looked around with a hint of panic. What was going on? How had this world become so real?

He looked down at the bleeding wound on his body. Then he raised the dagger in his right hand and plunged it into his left. "This pain... why is it so real?"

Even if there was a one-in-ten-thousand chance this was real, then Yang Na and my mother wouldn't be... And they didn't abandon me; they might be looking for me right now!

Li Huowang's heart pounded. He lifted his foot and rushed outside. But as he ran, just as he was about to reach the sunlight, his steps gradually slowed and stopped.

"But in my current state, what good would finding them do? What difference would it make, other than causing them more pain and plunging me further into confusion? I can't let them suffer because of me any longer."

Li Huowang, sinking into dejection, turned around. With heavy steps, he re-entered the bridge underpass. "This is fake," he thought. "Since I've decided this side isn't real, there's nothing to hesitate about."

After he untied Wang Zhilong, setting him free, he lay back down on the ground, staring blankly at the ceiling.

Wang Zhilong, now free, did not go to rescue his other companions. Instead, after a moment of hesitation, he moved closer to Li Huowang.

"Little Brother Li, while you're still lucid, tell me the truth: do you really have psychic powers?"

Li Huowang completely ignored everything around him. His mind was already focused on how to persuade Li Sui to return to his stomach.

"I saw it on surveillance. That gold box you gave your mother was covered in gems! You could buy a house just by prying off one of them!"

"That must be real, right? Otherwise, they wouldn't have the money to post missing person notices everywhere online and on the streets."

"Get lost..."

"Hey, Little Brother Li, don't be like that. If you really don't want to go back, just give me some gold. I'll go back and tell your mother you're dead, so she'll give up hope completely."

As Li Huowang's gaze refocused on Wang Zhilong's greedy face, murderous intent flashed in his eyes. "You want gold, huh! I'll give it to you!"

He pulled out the gold necklace he had taken from the fat man earlier, directly from his pocket, and wrapped it around the other man's neck.

Next, he kicked him in the shin, and using the momentum of the fall, he pulled hard. Wang Zhilong's eyes immediately rolled back.

Wang Zhilong struggled desperately, his hands repeatedly scratching at Li Huowang's. But even as his hand was clawed raw, Li Huowang, with bloodshot eyes, remained unmoved.

Wang Zhilong's struggles grew more intense. As his face, constricted by the necklace, turned from red to purple, then to black, Li Huowang's pupils contracted slightly. He suddenly realized how similar this scene was to when he had killed Xin Chi.

A wave of fear surged through him, causing Li Huowang to immediately release his grip. He looked down at his trembling hands.

When had he become so ruthless, killing without a second thought?

Li Huowang turned his head to look at his reflection in the water by the river. The tattered beggar reflected there was so unfamiliar to him.

His ordinary high school life was only a few years ago, yet to his current self, it felt as distant as a past life.

His past memories were becoming blurry. In their place was everything from that bizarre and chaotic world.

Li Huowang found the reason. After constantly experiencing various things, he was being assimilated by that other world. He didn't know when it started, but he was gradually becoming like those from the Bureau of Celestial Observation, indifferent to human life. His heart was filled with malevolence.

Even worse, he was turning into another Dan Yangzi.

"No, this isn't me. This isn't Li Huowang." Li Huowang turned and walked over to Wang Zhilong, who was on the ground clutching his neck. He reached out and helped him up.

With a touch of desperation in his voice, he pleaded with him, "Please, I'm begging you! Don't provoke me anymore! I'm a madman! I really don't want to kill anyone!"

Wang Zhilong, having just walked through the gates of hell, dared not say anything else. After nodding repeatedly, he abandoned his three companions and bolted out of the bridge underpass.

That last move had truly terrified him. He could feel that the other person genuinely wanted to kill him.

Li Huowang sighed deeply. He walked over to the other three and untied them.

Ignoring their panicked scramble for freedom and the bleeding wounds on his own body, Li Huowang knelt on the ground, closed his eyes, clutched his head tightly, and repeated over and over, "This is all fake, this is all fake..."

He didn't know how much time had passed, but Li Huowang felt his surroundings suddenly dim.

He looked up and surveyed his surroundings. As expected, the entire room was as chaotic as if a strong wind had swept through it.

"Finally, I'm back..." Returning to this mad, chaotic world, Li Huowang felt an inexplicable sense of security.

He walked to the collapsed bed frame, knelt on one knee, and reached his hand under the bed. Speaking as gently as possible, he said, "Li Sui, don't be afraid. That person was a liar; what he said was false. You won't hurt me by staying inside my stomach."

After a short while, a hesitant black tentacle emerged from the darkness under the bed, wrapping itself around Li Huowang's hand. "Mm..."

With a gentle pull, Li Huowang drew Li Sui out completely. He held it in his arms, gently soothing its long and short tentacles. "Li Sui, be a good girl, come back in. Daddy really can't do without you right now."

Two eyeballs with double pupils, entangled by two tentacles, looked at Li Huowang with attachment.

"Ugh... ugh!" Accompanied by waves of nausea, Li Sui burrowed back down Li Huowang's throat.

With a strange sensation, Li Sui's tentacles spread along his veins, covering Li Huowang's entire body.

Touching his stomach, Li Huowang breathed a sigh of relief. As long as Li Sui was with him, he wouldn't have to go back to that place.

Next, Li Huowang walked to the window. Looking outside, the sky was still a murky, somber gray, but it appeared to be daylight.

After being tormented all night, Li Huowang had no intention of sleeping. He picked up his luggage and went downstairs, heading towards the stables.

But just as he entered the main hall, Li Huowang saw the miserable-looking Old Wu, who, along with the cook and the stablehand, were bandaging each other's wounds.

Seeing the wounds on Old Wu's body in the same places as Wang Zhilong's, Li Huowang instantly understood what had happened.

"When did you get close to my room? Didn't I tell you yesterday not to come near my room unless necessary?"

Old Wu, the innkeeper, forced a smile onto his perpetually grim face. He knelt swiftly and expertly on the ground. "This humble one heard a commotion, I... I was afraid something had happened to your honor, so... This humble one deserves to die! This humble one deserves to die! My blood has soiled your honor's hands, this humble one should offer your honor money for washing."

Li Huowang grabbed his clothes and lifted him directly. "Stand still!"

Then he chanted an incantation. The white wax from the "True Scripture of Fiery Robes" rapidly melted, transforming into a burning slug. It leaped onto Old Wu's wound.

"Ahhh! Ahhh!" Old Wu's screams echoed through the hall.

"Stop screaming! This is healing your wounds!"

By the time their throats were hoarse from screaming, the wounds on each of them had been replaced by a layer of minor burns.

Next, Li Huowang took out two silver ingots from his pocket and placed them on the table. "This is for your damaged furniture."

"This... this humble one cannot accept..." Old Wu was about to decline, but Li Huowang directly stuffed the silver into his arms.

"If I tell you to take it, take it. I don't want to be assimilated by this wretched place!"