Chapter 768: 巴虺

Whose are they? Who are they, really? I am Si Ming; are they Si Ming too? Does Bai Yujing have so many Si Ming? What do they want with me?!

Confusion about reality and an instinctive wariness towards potential enemies made Li Huowang's mind reel.

Just as Li Huowang instinctively reached for the military knife tucked behind his back, intending to defend himself, he suddenly felt a cold metal object pressed against his waist.

The next moment, accompanied by a sizzling sound, a strong, tingling pain shot from the cold metal object, making Li Huowang's entire body tremble violently from the electric shock.

"Who is it?! Who is attacking me?!" Trembling with intense rage, Li Huowang painstakingly turned around.

Immediately, he saw Yang Na's tear-filled face. Seeing Li Huowang looking at her, the sobbing Yang Na pulled another taser from her bag, slipped it inside Li Huowang's clothes, and pressed the switch firmly.

"It's you! Why?!"

Yang Na bit her lip hard. She had no choice; Li Huowang was having an episode, and if he wasn't controlled in time, people on the pedestrian street would surely die!

Beyond harming innocent people, if the previous incident were to repeat itself, Li Huowang would truly spend the rest of his life in a psychiatric hospital.

She had, in fact, secretly placed a taser in her bag not for self-defense, but specifically to prepare for another one of Li Huowang's episodes.

Their eyes met. Amidst the sizzling sound of the taser, Li Huowang tremblingly opened his mouth, "Stop... stop it."

Yang Na's sorrow and the intense, paralyzing pain gradually pulled Li Huowang back from his confusion about reality.

Tearful, Yang Na shook her head vigorously, pressing the heads of both tasers firmly into Li Huowang's flesh, determined not to stop until he was unconscious.

"I said stop!" Li Huowang's hand suddenly gripped Yang Na's hand, then quickly released it. As the current transferred between them, the intense shock made the taser in Yang Na's hand loosen instantly and clatter to the ground.

He swiftly picked up the taser, then quickly cradled the limp Yang Na in his arms, continuously muttering, "I'm okay, I'm okay, I'm okay," unsure whether he was comforting her or himself.

When the onlookers saw the two embracing tightly and showing no further abnormal reactions, they disappointedly lowered their phones, which had been recording.

"Miss, are you okay? Is he threatening you? Do you know this scarred man? Do you need us to call the police for you?" A few eager young men approached Yang Na, asking with genuine concern.

The tearful Yang Na shook her head, burying it in Li Huowang's arms, and choked out, "It's okay. I'm his girlfriend. We were just having a breakup spat."

As soon as they heard it was just a young couple arguing, those who had stayed to watch completely lost interest and dispersed, resuming their strolls down the pedestrian street.

Li Huowang, holding Yang Na in his arms, stumbled towards the stairs. Once back inside the tattoo shop, they immediately collapsed onto the sofa.

The Bashi siblings, observing their actions, didn't try to usher them out. Instead, they simply closed the front door, temporarily ceasing business.

Li Huowang's body twitched involuntarily from time to time, an aftereffect of the recent electric shock.

However, Li Huowang paid no attention to this at the moment. The immediate external trouble was resolved, but the internal turmoil persisted, leaving his mind completely mired in confusion.

"Is everything truly fake? If you're not real, then whose projection are you? And if you're fake, why do you feel so incredibly real?"

Li Huowang asked himself, looking at Yang Na's tear-streaked face before him. The emotions in her eyes pained him deeply.

Li Huowang involuntarily leaned in and kissed her. He truly wanted to know what was real and what was fake.

He didn't care what kind of projection he himself was. What truly mattered was whether the person in his arms was indeed the Yang Na who had once watched stars with him on the rooftop.

Just then, the sofa jolted violently from a kick. "Getting quite passionate, aren't we?" a voice scoffed. "Are you going to strip naked and give us a show? Did you bring protection? Need to borrow some?"

Li Huowang's body stiffened. He abruptly stood up and looked at Ba Nanxu before him. "Spill it! Stop pretending! What exactly did you mean by what you said earlier? Who stole my things? And is this world real?!"

"Don't you want me to be your heart-pan? Fine! Just tell me what's going on, and I'll give you the heart-pan!"

Li Huowang had always refused to accept this reality because if everything was merely a projection, then his parents, Yang Na, and even all his experiences since being discharged from the hospital were fake.

He had truly transmigrated; he could never go back! Everything from his past was completely gone, never to be seen again!

Listening to Li Huowang's words, Ba Nanxu chuckled. "Heh, you're quite oblivious, aren't you? My apologies, I was mistaken before. You were truly right to come looking for Qingwang. You're much crazier than he is."

A flash of white light, and two military knives appeared in Li Huowang's hands. His pupils trembled, and his expression turned ferocious. "Tell me everything you know! Bahui! I haven't settled the score with you for how you tortured me back then!"

Ba Nanxu snorted coldly, her fingers relaxing as the spent cigarette butt, trailing white smoke, fell to the ground. "Trying to scare me with knives, are you? Don't you dare pull that crap with me. When I was killing people and burying bodies, you were still a kid!"

"Stop pretending! I've recognized you! You're Bahui! I can feel your familiar gaze!"

"I'm not pretending anything, you idiot! I'll say it again: Put. The. Knives. Down! One, two, three!"

Just then, a whooshing sound erupted nearby. A sudden alarm blared in Li Huowang's mind, and he instinctively ducked his head as a huge glass cabinet swung over it. Had he been hit, he would have been severely injured, if not dead.

And the one who lifted the glass cabinet was none other than the large man, Ba Shengqing.

Li Huowang, still half-crouching, turned around and swung the military knife in his hand towards Ba Shengqing's thigh. Just then, a sharp pain shot through his lower back.

Even without turning around, Li Huowang knew this was Ba Nanxu's doing. However, he didn't dodge at all, instead thrusting his knife forward, intent on trading blows.

Just as both sides were about to shed blood, a scream made them stop. "Ahhh! Stop it, all of you! The knives!"

When both sides turned their heads to look, they saw Yang Na sitting up, holding up her phone, which had a Doraemon case. "Qingwang is looking for you! He has something to tell you! Let's discuss things calmly; don't fight!"

Hearing this, both sides slowly backed off.

Li Huowang reached down and felt his lower back, pulling out a sharp, cone-shaped earring from his flesh.

"You're seriously insane!" Ba Nanxu walked over and took the phone. "Hey, Qingzi, you've got some nerve wanting someone like this. Did you anticipate I'd come looking for him, and that's why you used him to mess with me?"