Chapter 50

Chapter 50

A beat of silence.

Lan Yexing blushed, uncharacteristically speechless. "I told you, he's really just a friend," he mumbled, "Don't just casually say such awful things."

Qiao You narrowed his eyes, still fixated on him with that terrifying, obsessive gaze.

As they stared at each other in this confrontational way, Lan Yexing inexplicably softened. He reached out and stroked Qiao You's handsome, slightly cool face, his voice helpless yet soft. "Although I won't abandon my friends, I promise I'll try my best not to have physical contact with him in the future, okay?" As he spoke, he intimately hugged Qiao You. "Don't be angry anymore, okay?"

Qiao You smiled, casually and ambiguously reaching out to toy with Lan Yexing's sideburns. He said in a hoarse voice, "Okay."

Even as he said this, the cloud-like malevolence in his green eyes did not dissipate:

He had actually known for a long time that Lan Yexing's world didn't revolve solely around him; Lan Yexing also needed normal interpersonal relationships and social interaction. His possessiveness towards Lan Yexing was pathological and at odds with normal society. He also knew that Lan Yexing had detected the unhealthy and abnormal aspects of this feeling, yet was indulgent and tolerant enough of him.

Lan Yexing was truly ceding his potentially healthy and normal life to him, little by little, just to make him understand his love...

He knew all this.

However, people are indeed greedy. Even though the young man had gone to such lengths, he still felt it wasn't enough. No matter how much he suppressed it, he couldn't completely eliminate that terrifying and insane thought: he really wanted to possess all of him, he really wanted to occupy every crevice of the young man's heart...

Just let him completely fall into his own bloody and nihilistic life, their bones intertwined, forever sinking in a place completely opposite to the normal world...

No matter what happened, he would never let anyone take Lan Yexing away, nor would he let Lan Yexing leave.

Lan Yexing seemed to have noticed, and yet seemed not to have noticed. He pushed Qiao You away a little, a soft and helpless smile on his face. He took Qiao You's wrist and walked towards the dining table. "Let's go have dinner first," he said. "After dinner, I still have to rush back to school."

Qiao You's smile deepened, and he said in a dark voice, "Okay."

...

After Lan Yexing reluctantly instructed him to stay home and then left, Qiao You remained by the window, smiling as he watched Lan Yexing's shadow gradually merge into the night.

This time, Lan Yexing didn't know what he was thinking. After walking a distance downstairs, he suddenly stopped and turned to look at the window, as if knowing Qiao You was there. The young man smiled softly, waved at him, and then left again.

Qiao You watched him with such focused, obsessive attention.

It wasn't until the young man completely disappeared that he opened the monitoring plugin on his phone and put an earphone in his ear. Lan Yexing's heartbeat and footsteps clearly came through, which gave him a morbid sense of security. Only then did he slowly curl his fingers, violently "Extracting" and twisting the space. The next moment, he stepped into a huge, hollow, enclosed space:

The vast metal room, so deep its walls were invisible, was filled with the pungent, cold smell of disinfectant and formaldehyde. As far as the limited vision could reach, countless cylindrical glass cultivation tanks, filled with unknown liquids, stood densely packed.

Inside each cultivation tank, glowing with a faint crimson light, was a clone "King" with tubes inserted all over its body, grown to different stages. Some of these "Kings" were indistinguishable from normal people, while others lacked various organs: legs, hands, bones. After their internal organs were removed, the external appearance was a body covered in horrifying black holes.

Several Kings in the cultivation tanks had been deliberately and forcibly matured by medication to the same age as the true King. They seemed to have a different purpose than the other clones that provided organs; their bodies were intact, their skin covered in wrinkles, their hair white. They hunched pitifully in the blood-like red liquid, indistinguishable from the King who usually appeared in public.

Sensing an outsider entering this secret room, the clones simultaneously opened their red eyes. Countless dense gazes stared directly through the glass covers, focusing on the golden-haired young man standing in the center of the room.

Among them, many—even children as young as a few years old—had an eyeball removed. In the black holes where their eyeballs once were, countless necrotic, pale pink nerves floated, a sight so eerie and terrifying it made one's scalp crawl.

They could also perceive pain and possessed an incomplete humanity. When they looked at the intact and free young man in the center of the room, their faces simultaneously showed a strange, insane jealousy.

Qiao You skillfully and efficiently disabled all surveillance. He expressionlessly surveyed everything, his green eyes chillingly cruel and terrifying:

All along, he had not only been investigating Song Wen but also secretly investigating the King behind him.

It was just that the royal family had concealed their information too well in the past, and the information he had accumulated over a long period was too voluminous, which was why he had been unable to find the most crucial lead.

After learning about those idiotic clones these past two days, he began to use all his connections and resources to investigate all biological laboratories and medical institutions related to the royal family.

Time was too short, and in troubled times, the royal family's vigilance was stronger than ever. He had only locked onto a few vague targets and needed more time to uncover the whole truth and exact thorough revenge.

He had waited for over a decade and didn't mind waiting longer.

However, last night, as he held Lan Yexing to sleep in the dormitory, he learned a secret and a location from the watch on his right wrist:

Lan Yexing had told him almost all his secrets, but still concealed one: the so-called electric shock punishment for not completing the two new tasks, including injecting the "Extract Syringe."

Last night, that punishment was about to be administered to the sleeping young man through the watch.

To prevent Lan Yexing from enduring all of this alone, the so-called system, which had never spoken in front of him, almost frantically revealed everything to him...

The system told him that it had originally planned to take the blow for Lan Yexing, but then discovered that the young man, knowing there would be punishment, had cleverly modified the watch under the guise of cleaning its internal components—even if he couldn't completely alter such a non-artificial, bizarre creation to completely cut off the punishment, Lan Yexing had managed to make the punishment only affect him, without affecting the system.

The moment it discovered this, the system felt all its cold data roaring: it had observed before that Lan Yexing would specifically look for aerospace engineering books when going to the library, and it had also noticed that Lan Yexing's true interest might be in the field of engineering machinery. This was why Lan Yexing paid close attention to the movements of Zhou Yanqiu, who was determined to build a perfect aircraft. Lan Yexing, who was usually very reserved in social interactions, would even ask Yang Qing for updates on Zhou Yanqiu's discharge from the hospital.

But it really hadn't expected Lan Yexing to be able to modify the watch.

Its deeper bewilderment at that time was: if he had this ability from the beginning, why didn't he immediately dismantle and study it to find the truth when he woke up in that villa?

The young man had simply quietly and calmly accepted all the strange things...

He clearly came from a world without spiritual power or so many gender classifications, so why did he accept all abnormalities so calmly and well...?

The system then suddenly realized, belatedly and with extreme unease, that it had never truly understood Lan Yexing...

But it only knew that it absolutely did not want him to suffer those painful electric shocks. Since it couldn't stop them itself, it had no choice but to seek help from another, more powerful human who loved the young man with all his heart...

Qiao You held Lan Yexing, listening to all this with an expressionless face.

He still remembered the terrifying malevolence that surged within him when he learned all this.

Then, he violently "Extracted" the terrifyingly high-voltage electric shocks that had already been transmitted from the watch, and then, with great difficulty, rendered them harmless.

Finally, he almost coldly used his "Extract" spiritual power to Extract and read the watch's consciousness.

Thus, he learned everything about the system's origins—including the parts it had already unlocked after accumulating the final 5 points, but had deliberately hidden from Lan Yexing:

It was an address, a place.

It was where it had undergone body modification.

The system had no complaints about its consciousness being "Extracted" by the young man—in fact, it preferred Qiao You to discover all this rather than Lan Yexing eventually finding out and going to such a dangerous and disgusting place to seek the truth.

It selfishly wanted Lan Yexing to never discover all this filth.

The two of them thus tacitly concealed these things from Lan Yexing.

...

At this moment, all the disgusting nutrient tanks around were still wildly surging. Qiao You looked at this terrifying and utterly inhumane scene with a cold and arrogant expression. Finally, his cold and malevolent gaze fixed on the dangerous, pitch-black depths of the room.

He had a premonition that if the true Song Wen was led to the campus by Lan Yexing, then the true King and the invisible hand behind him were in the depths of this room.

If he went in there, he would be able to see the full scope of the conspiracy that involved both him and Lan Yexing. He would be able to thoroughly avenge his parents and relatives...

Just walk in...

The nutrient tanks around buzzed, and countless clones roared lowly. They extended their nails, frantically and desperately scratching at the glass, emitting sharp, piercing, terrifying sounds. They jealously wanted to drag this free and healthy human into the tank and assimilate him.

Qiao You expressionlessly and condescendingly scanned these pathetic and terrifying monsters, with no sympathy or reluctance on his face.

He arrogantly and deftly walked into the terrifying darkness. As he reached the edge of the clone area, a complex control panel controlling all the nutrient tanks appeared before his eyes.

Countless clone gazes densely followed Qiao You, concentrating there. They scratched their nails even more frantically, emitting mournful, eerie screams, as if immensely afraid that the young man would pull the lever down, or as if pleading with him to pull the lever down quickly.

Near the control panel were nutrient tanks filled with infant Kings. The clone children, missing organs all over their bodies, had even sharper voices than adults and elders. They screamed uncontrollably, staring nervously at the young man through the glass with venomous yet pleading gazes, cursing and yet begging...

In Qiao You's green pupils, countless terrifyingly cold points of light dangerously flickered.

After a long moment, a terrifying smile slowly appeared on his face—the young man's warm sounds still came through the earphones. He seemed to be running, his breathing a little hurried.

Those sounds pulled at him from the edge of humanity, preventing him from degenerating into a truly inhumane, cold-blooded monster in this twisted, bloody space.

The golden-haired young man finally stopped, not heartlessly abandoning these pathetic creatures. His fingers slowly curled, and one of the control levers automatically dropped downwards—

With a loud "buzz."

All the nutrient tanks opened simultaneously, and countless clone hands gripped the edges of the glass, slowly crawling out...

Countless sounds of water and shattering glass mixed with rising and falling, even sharper screams, completely transforming the place into a monster's den.

The nearby clones had already crawled to Qiao You's feet. They still stared at the golden-haired young man with extreme malice and jealousy, but they didn't attack him. They simply desperately crawled towards another control lever on the console, quickly covering the entire surface of the table.

Some clones were desperately trying to pull that control lever down, while others were preventing other clones from pulling it down. They bit and devoured each other, a scene no different from a living hell.

Qiao You watched all this expressionlessly—he had just been, for once, pulled by the humanity in his mind, and mercifully yet arrogantly, he had set them free to seek revenge on the instigator.

At this moment, however, he saw that the clones who wanted to pull down the control lever ultimately gained the upper hand. They pressed down densely, and with a "sizzle," the other control lever finally came down. The next moment, all the clones' bodies went limp, lying densely on the ground...

The young clone closest to Qiao You looked at him with a twisted neck, a strange, almost completely relieved, happy smile on his upturned, white-eyed face—the other control lever controlled the chips at the back of their necks, and they all died at the same time.

Qiao You stood in this disgusting sea of corpses, his expression cold as he glanced at everything. He quickly withdrew his gaze, about to step deeper—he was not like these weaklings who would only hide in death.

No matter what inhumane monster he had to face, he would use even more inhumane methods than them, creating bloodshed with his own hands to exact revenge.

He was just incredibly grateful that he had known about this place and arrived here before Lan Yexing.

He didn't want his young man to be tainted by these dirty things.

Lan Yexing...

He really missed him...

He had been here for quite some time. Lan Yexing should have been back at school for a while. He wondered what he was doing, running so fast—was he rushing for the dorm curfew?

It was all his fault; he forced him to come back every day to see him. But he knew he was wrong, yet he still didn't regret it and wouldn't change.

Qiao You smiled, tightly gripping the phone in his pocket, and stepped deeper—

After a few steps, his pace suddenly halted, and his pupils instantly filled with ice: in his earphones, Lan Yexing's voice suddenly disappeared...

In the past, no matter where Lan Yexing put his phone, he could hear his voice: his heartbeat, footsteps, speaking, the rustling of clothes...

Ever since Lan Yexing learned about the existence of this plugin, he had been very indulgent with him. No matter what state the phone was in, he would keep it fully charged and carry it with him. Lan Yexing would never let him lose his voice.

But now, the sound there had disappeared... it disappeared very suddenly...

Qiao You looked expressionlessly into the dark depths: if he reached the end, he would most likely be able to kill the King's true form, who was harder to kill than Song Wen, and avenge his parents and relatives. There, he would likely find all the truths he sought.

If he left now, the King would surely discover the anomaly of the clones' deaths. He would definitely react, immediately destroy and transfer everything here, and he himself would hide in an even safer place. If he wanted revenge again, it would take more time—the King might even realize that he had been here...

And Lan Yexing might just have a phone that wasn't charged in time... As for the true Song Wen, Lan Yexing knew he had an obsession with personally killing his enemy, so he wouldn't deal with the true form alone. He had made Lan Yexing promise that after luring the person out, he wouldn't act rashly but would contact him first.

Lan Yexing wouldn't break his word.

He could actually exact his revenge and then rush to him...

....

Less than half a second later, Qiao You unhesitatingly abandoned the immediate opportunity for revenge and to know all the truth. He expressionlessly turned around, quickly curled his fingers, "Extracted" the space, and strode towards Xingdu University, where Lan Yexing was...

...

At the same time.

The warehouse at Xingdu University, which had previously caught fire, was once again engulfed in raging flames. Unlike the controllable fire last time, this blaze quickly spread to the nearby fir forest, soon burning down a small part of the campus. Countless terrifying plumes of thick smoke rose into the sky, almost turning a small section of the sky blood-red.

Xingdu University and its surrounding streets were brightly lit and in chaos. Many students, organized by school staff, hurriedly evacuated to outside the campus. Piercing police sirens mixed with noisy human voices continuously rang out. Almost all of Xingdu District's fire equipment and personnel were dispatched here, and the entire county's firefighting resources were urgently converging on the scene...

However, despite the tense and orderly rescue efforts of countless people, the fire showed no signs of diminishing, strangely...

This fire was truly deadly. Before higher-ranking officials from Central County arrived, the highest executive of Xingdu District had to personally rush to the front lines.

He stood calmly in front of the reporters' cameras, stabilizing public morale, and confidently assuring the public that the fire would be extinguished as quickly as possible.

Outside the camera, he stood beyond the cordon, his expression grave as he looked at the university campus, which was almost engulfed by the fire. His face remained calm and confident, but his heart secretly sank:

Based on past fire experiences, the situation was far from optimistic. If it continued to spread like this, not to mention Xingdu University, the entire Xingdu District would suffer heavy losses...

Xingdu District was the core of the entire country...

The only fortunate thing was that the school seemed to have received a message from someone in advance. The evacuation work began almost before the fire started, and a large number of teachers and students had already evacuated the school. The remaining students and teachers were also orderly evacuating from the gates furthest from the fire source. The school assured him that there should be no one inside the fire zone.

Although this fire was terrifying and strange, it should not cause any casualties. The optimal solution now was to guide the fire to burn within the campus to prevent it from spreading to the streets near the campus. On this basis, further firefighting would be carried out. Although the time required for firefighting would be extended, all losses could be controlled within this one university—

"He's still inside!"

Before the executive could continue his thoughts, an omega desperately pushed through the surrounding reporters and staff, bursting into the area.

Yan Min coughed, disheveled, but his hand gripped the executive's sleeve tightly, refusing to let go. His eyes were terrifyingly red, even the whites of his eyes were covered in horrifying bloodshot veins. He stared directly at the executive: "Lan Yexing is currently in the No. 1 football field warehouse, the core of the fire. You must save him!"

Yan Min's voice was terrifyingly deep, yet he was almost crying. He bit his lip, enunciating each word: "If it weren't for him, countless people in this school would have either died in the earthquake or in the fire. Everyone survived by stepping on his life, so you can't abandon him!"

Yan Min shouted almost obsessively and desperately: "This world, contaminated by countless causes and effects, is indeed already strange and filthy enough, but you still cannot let such a person die like this!"

The executive's eyes widened, and he stared at him with a cold and grave expression: "What did you say?"

...

In the almost completely burned warehouse of the school, Lan Yexing leaned against the wall, weakly and disheveled, sitting in a space cleared by "freezing."

Around him were strange flames temporarily frozen by "freezing," but beyond that, countless raging tongues of fire had already connected with the outside fire through windows and doors.

Even though there was almost no way out, Lan Yexing still stubbornly wet a towel with the mineral water at hand again and again, covering his mouth and nose.

This could at least delay the time of using "breathing" spiritual power.

He couldn't escape.

In such a large-scale fire, all the spiritual power he had acquired was not enough to support his successful escape.

Running into the fire outside, he would only die faster. It would be better to stay here and prolong his life as much as possible—he really didn't want to die, but since he was going to die anyway, he might as well use as much time as possible to recall...

Fortunately, besides him, there should be no other innocent people in the fire...

Lan Yexing took a sip of water, moistening his dry and hoarse throat. His unfocused, light-colored eyes quietly looked at the ceiling, which was already cracked from the burning:

He felt that this time he was truly going to die here. His only regret was that his phone had burned out in an instant, and he couldn't contact Qiao You—even if it was just to hear his voice...

He wanted to prolong his life as much as possible before dying, just to think about him more...

It was such a pity that their time together was too short. If he had known earlier that he would like him so much, if he had known he would die so soon, he would have confessed to him on the very first day of school...

However, he had finally caught the enemy for him...

Thinking this, Lan Yexing's expression slowly turned cold. He laboriously looked at the ugly man with a thumb-sized mole on his nose, who was not far from him.

Lan Yexing's wrist was faintly flowing with handcuff-shaped electric current, and the other end of the current was tightly locked to the man's wrist, to ensure that the man could not escape—he knew that even if he died, Xiao Song would not let go of that man.

How did things get to this point?

Today, when he returned to school from the rental house, Yan Min found him.

He wanted him to leave immediately and take a few days off from school.

He told him that the Song Wen he met today possessed the spiritual power of "Geological Resonance." To punish and warn disobedient nobles, the King had sent that Song Wen to the campus. Tomorrow, he would cause an earthquake at this school.

Natural earthquakes are terrifyingly powerful, but the clone Song Wen couldn't exert such a great influence. He would only randomly collapse a dozen buildings in an instant—especially since tomorrow evening was the campus music festival, he might specifically target crowded areas to create a deterrent.

At that time, hundreds or thousands of people would die, including both the arrogant noble descendants and countless innocent civilian students.

Yan Min didn't know which noble descendants Song Wen would randomly target, nor did he know which dozen buildings he would collapse.

Yan Min just said that he absolutely didn't want him to die. He didn't dare to gamble whether Lan Yexing would be in those collapsing buildings. To be safe, he could only let him leave first.

...

Knowing this, Lan Yexing naturally wouldn't leave and escape by himself.

"Random" was uncontrollable, but he could control people.

However, in the process of controlling that Song Wen, he discovered that the King had not sent a clone Song Wen at all—perhaps he had initially sent that "Geological Resonance" clone, but then Qiao You's disappearance was an accident, so he directly sent the true form...

The true Song Wen had to both punish the disobedient nobles and, on behalf of the King who wanted to resist the Host, kill Lan Yexing, who was controlled by the Host but did not obey the King's orders, in order to force Qiao You to appear.

He would, as he had countless times before, ignite a spectacular fire to clear out the disobedient ants for his monarch...

Even more terrifying was that the time he chose was not tomorrow's music festival at all, but tonight...

When he found him, he had already started setting fire to the first building!

......

Lan Yexing felt that he had truly exhausted all his wisdom and strength to control the situation to its best possible state: no one would die, and no one would be injured, except for him.

Moreover, he had caught the enemy for his beloved. Fire-elemental spiritualists were indeed not afraid of fire, but even if he died, Xiao Song would confine this guy here for him. When Qiao You came to find him, he would see the gift he left for him.

He didn't want to break his word, but when he tried to contact him, his phone was precisely burned out by the other party.

But now it didn't count as breaking the agreement; he really left him for him to kill...

Being able to personally kill Song Wen, the bleeding wound in Qiao You's heart would surely heal, even if just a little... And without Song Wen as his arm, Qiao You would eventually be able to personally catch the King behind him.

He would get his revenge, his wounds would eventually heal, he would... live a very, very good life...

He even felt fortunate that he had "imprisoned" Qiao You and implemented this plan, because even with the strangest fire, the spread of fire is a process. When he found him, even if a building was already on fire, as long as Song Wen was led away and prevented from artificially increasing the fire, the people in the building would still have a chance to escape.

Afterward, he would at least have the chance to use his mind to lead the true Song Wen, who was much more terrifying than a clone, and the fire to an uninhabited place. In this process, even if he himself couldn't escape, the other people in the school could still safely evacuate.

And if it really was that "Song Wen" who would randomly collapse buildings, if that "Song Wen" also unexpectedly carried out his plan tonight, by the time he rushed there, the building might have already collapsed, and even if he could control him, the students in the building would have already suffered massive casualties...

This way, it was good.

In such a huge disaster, only he died, which could almost be called a merciful miracle.

Until the very end, he was still a good child who enjoyed helping others. His biological parents must also be proud of him—even if he wasn't a good child for a while in his youth due to fear and discomfort, they would certainly not blame him.

He had never forgotten them, desperately trying to find them. He hadn't even told Qiao You about this, or about that punishment.

They must be proud of him...

It's just that Qiao You would be very sad to lose him...

Lan Yexing leaned softly against the wall, which was already becoming scorching hot, still stubbornly and coldly staring at the ugly man—he had been electrocuted unconscious. The true Song Wen was truly terrifying; he had expended great effort to find his weakness and electrocute him half to death.

But as he watched, his nose suddenly stung, and he almost shed tears...

His whole body ached, and the spiritual power of "breathing" seemed to be failing. He began to feel pain in his nasal cavity and throat, and the space before his eyes was almost distorted by the fire...

Soon, he would surely be completely engulfed by the fire, eventually becoming a charred corpse.

Before becoming so ugly, if only he could see Qiao You, even if it was just a hallucination...

Everyone said that people hallucinate before they die. He had just saved so many people; wasn't he even going to get this small reward now?

He just wanted to see him one more time...

But now he felt his eyelids were heavy, and he could barely open his eyes...

The watch on his right wrist emitted a cold, clear light, and the system's voice was almost tearful: "Host, Host!—Xiao Xing!"

System: "Host! You said he was the most important person to you, and you were the one who confined him, it was you! Where are you! Where are you! He's dying!"

Lan Yexing's ears buzzed. He couldn't hear what it was saying, only that it seemed to be calling him. He laboriously reached out his hand and gently covered the watch, saying helplessly, "I'm sorry... I broke my promise..."

He couldn't save him, couldn't find the truth for him, couldn't...

But Qiao You would help Xiao Song for him. Even if he left no last words, the young man would understand...

He slowly closed his eyes...

...

The next moment, with a "bang," a deafening roar erupted in this space, almost filled with fire.

Someone from outside violently kicked open the warehouse door. The fierce wind and the sound of raging flames merged, creating a terrifying, spine-chilling sound that echoed through the almost red-hot sky and earth.

The fire and thick smoke in the warehouse were instantly "Extracted" outside, and the space inside the warehouse finally became barely safe.

The tall, handsome golden-haired young man appeared like a god in the raging flames. He expressionlessly and swiftly strode in, his green eyes chillingly terrifying.

When he finally located the young man in the corner, his taut, pale, handsome face almost twitched. He strode towards him, desperately wetting his jacket with mineral water. Then, with protective possessiveness, he wrapped him tightly in the wet jacket and fiercely embraced the young man's scorching, limp body. Without time to go outside, he almost frantically performed first aid for him in this safe space he had created by overdrawing his spiritual power. He forcefully kissed his lips to give him oxygen...

His ears buzzed, and he felt that he had never been so terrified in his life, except for that fire years ago.

Fire, why did ominous fire always take everything from him...

Dangerous red light flickered in the young man's terrifyingly cold pupils, as if he was about to completely lose control the next moment...

At this moment, he finally heard the slow heartbeat still coming from the young man's chest. He paused, finally recovering from that dangerous state. The corners of his eyes were almost pathologically red. He held him, staring at him with a dark and obsessive expression, his voice deep and hoarse: "Xiao Xing..."

He held him like a treasure, as he had when they first met in the fire, steadily lifting him by the waist. He pressed him fiercely into his embrace with full protective and possessive desire.

The terrifying sound of burning fire still surged overwhelmingly outside the warehouse, and the roof of the warehouse also emitted a chilling sound of cracking walls.

Qiao You, however, paid no mind.

He simply pressed an intimate and gentle kiss on the young man's forehead in his arms.

When he looked up again, his expression had become terrifyingly cold.

The next moment, space violently twisted for an instant, and he unhesitatingly stepped into it, holding the young man.

Behind him, Song Wen's body was instantly "Extracted" into pieces, and the fire that had been "Extracted" outside crashed into the warehouse.

The unconscious Song Wen was forced awake, letting out a terrified and chilling scream in excruciating pain—the fire-elemental spiritualist, who was not afraid of fire, had his shattered body also stained by the flames after being "Extracted." The despicable one who had started countless fires died in a fire of his own making, trapped in his own web.

......

Qiao You, who had finally exacted his revenge, didn't even bother to glance at his so-called enemy.

He simply held the unconscious Lan Yexing and stepped into that safe and warm home where there were old people and cats.