Author: 木尺素 / Mu Chisu
Translator: Kinky || https://kinkytranslations.com/
Chapter 99
The already narrow hallway was crammed with four people, making it incredibly congested.
Bai Zhou stood tall and slender, holding a longsword in his hand.
With his right hand tightly gripping the sword’s hilt and his back facing the door labeled 1103, Bai Zhou delivered a spin kick to open the door. Afterward, he took Zhou Qian’s hand with his left and pushed him inside.
Looking straight ahead, Bai Zhou directed his words to Zhou Qian. “You go find the manuscript. I’ll handle this.”
“Mm.” Zhou Qian nodded at Bai Zhou and, paying no mind to the fake version of himself, entered the room.
In the hallway, the fake Zhou Qian, dressed all in black, had a gaunt and pale face.
As he looked at Bai Zhou, his expression suddenly became rather pitiful.
Seeing Bai Zhou’s grip tighten on the sword, he asked with a quivering voice, “Zhou Ge, was it you who lured me into this game? Do you not care about my life at all?”
By acting this way, the fake Zhou Qian was undoubtedly trying to buy time—exploiting the special relationship between Zhou Qian and Bai Zhou.
In his view, if Bai Zhou truly cared for Zhou Qian, he’d hesitate to hurt someone who looked exactly like him. If he could just leverage this, he could escape the fatal blade.
He just needed to stall for three minutes, and he’d win.
However, in the next instant, the pupils of the fake Zhou Qian dilated in shock.
Before he even felt pain, Bai Zhou struck swiftly, leaving a deep bloody mark on his neck.
With a thud, his head hit the floor hard. As his life quickly drained away, the tall, indifferent silhouette in his vision began to blur.
At that moment, the fake Zhou Qian let out a twisted laugh. Clutching the wound on his neck, he used the last of his strength to say, “Zhou Ge. I didn’t lie to you. There are only three minutes left. You won’t have time to do much. You chose to stay here to kill me instead of helping Hidden Blade on the first floor.”
“Even if you did this to assist the real Zhou Qian, this proves you’re truly a heartless monster! You’ve abandoned a friend you’ve fought alongside for so many years!”
“Look at yourself, so easily forsaking your friends! Haha, I’m truly disappointed—”
“Growing up, nobody truly cared for me, except for you…”
“I’ve always been searching for a genuine good person in my life. I once thought you were that person. I believed you were the epitome of perfection.”
“But now I realize I was wrong! You’re not a good person at all!”
“Whatever ‘perfection’ you showed? It’s all fake! Just an illusion!”
“I blame you. I blame you for luring me into this game!”
“I truly hate you!”
“You’re an utterly grotesque monster!”
“Hahaha, are you wondering why I’m saying this?”
“It’s because I’m a copy of Zhou Qian. I know all his thoughts! So, all that I’m saying are Zhou Qian’s inner thoughts. Haha… He just doesn’t dare to tell you.”
“Does it hurt? Are you sad?”
“I curse you! You’ll go to hell with him!”
By the end of his tirade, the fake Zhou Qian’s voice had faded away.
Blood continued to gush from his neck, and he uttered these words with a hoarse and raspy voice.
His face contorted in pain, and, towards the end, tears welled up in his reddened eyes.
It was as if, in that moment, he truly was the real Zhou Qian, the one Bai Zhou had killed.
In the hallway, under the light, Bai Zhou remained silent.
His expression was cold, seemingly unaffected by the words of the dying fake Zhou Qian.
Taking out a cloth, he wiped the blood off his sword, then turned his gaze to the fake Wen Bin wearing the guise of “Fake Liu Wansan”.
The glint of the snowy blade flashed—
“It’s your turn now.”
……
At the same time, in room 1103.
Zhou Qian entered the room and found the ceiling light off, but a desk lamp was lit on the desk near the balcony. It seemed as though someone had intentionally created a dim atmosphere to boost their imagination.
In front of the desk sat a person, gazing intently at something in front of him. Even though the door had been kicked open, he remained oblivious.
The reason was simple: he wore a pair of highly effective noise-canceling headphones. As Zhou Qian got closer, he could hear chilling music emanating from the headphones. It seemed that this writer, Luo Yu, went to great lengths to seek inspiration.
Luo Yu was completely unaware of Zhou Qian’s approach. Zhou Qian silently stood behind him, peeking over his shoulder to view the manuscript illuminated by the desk lamp.
The page Luo Yu was looking at was the very first one. He held a pen in his right hand but hesitated to write, seemingly pondering some unresolved matter.
On the title page was a picture of a hotel lobby and a line of text—
[…People from a dual world have appeared in the hotel. They aim to replace their counterparts in the real world. Since they possess the ability to traverse spaces, even if they get lost in a spatial maze, they can easily find their way out.]
[In order to freely travel between the two worlds, each of them has an anchor device inside their minds…]
This setting explained why people from the dual world could sense each other’s locations. Their understanding of space surpassed three dimensions, and they knew methods to traverse various spaces. It was no wonder that the impostor Bai Zhou could locate them so quickly.
Furthermore, Zhou Qian realized that his doppelganger hadn’t lied about the passage of time. The title page also read: [In these three months… I’ve gathered many cases, but I still can’t find any inspiration. I don’t know how to start or finish my novel.]
[If only the characters in my manuscript could act out the story on their own.]
[I’d like to see what surprises they could bring. But to save time, the virtual world created by the manuscript should progress much faster. I want to see the development and ending of the process quickly. Ideally, 80 times faster.]
The system gave players four days—a total of 96 hours, or 5,760 minutes—to survive. If time in this world was 80 times faster, players would have only 72 minutes to clear the game. After calculating, Zhou Qian realized they didn’t have much time left.
He then pondered: Why didn’t the people of the dual world just wait until time ran out? If the players ran out of time and failed, wouldn’t the dual world inhabitants win?
Upon further reading, Zhou Qian found the answer.
The manuscript read: [The dual world inhabitants must kill their counterparts in the real world to truly take their place. Otherwise, they’ll forever remain creatures of darkness, living in perpetual inferiority and fear… because they aren’t considered real people.]
After quickly scanning the entire page, Zhou Qian stood behind Luo Yu, silently raising the Rib of God. The impostor Zhou Qian didn’t dare disturb Luo Yu, unsure of the consequences of angering the creator of this world.
The real Zhou Qian felt the same.
Given more time, Zhou Qian would have used various strategies to understand the manuscript’s world and find the safest way out. But now, there were only two and a half minutes left. He had no time.
Even if he left now to save He Xiaowei, he wouldn’t make it in time.
By pressing “1”, there was a 25% chance he’d reach the lobby, taking about 30 seconds. If he couldn’t succeed at once or encountered the swastika killer or an unexpected event, time would be further delayed. Everyone would perish!
Zhou Qian had to take a gamble. He raised the Rib of God and swung it mercilessly at Luo Yu’s head. Luo Yu fell unconscious immediately.
Zhou Qian quickly picked up the manuscript, made a decision, and his pupils narrowed to a slit.
……
The lobby.
Before Hidden Blade formally entered into his berserk state, he fought with the fake Hidden Blade while explaining to He Xiaowei as simply and clearly as possible how to control himself during his frenzy.
Subsequently, seizing an opportunity, Hidden Blade kicked away his fake counterpart and jumped next to He Xiaowei.
The passive three-tailed white fox wasn’t particularly large in form. At this point, Hidden Blade was highly agile. With another light jump, he landed on He Xiaowei’s shoulder.
He Xiaowei unfolded the white furball in his hand, only to realize that it was actually a small tail.
He couldn’t help but touch the tail, and then he heard Hidden Blade’s instruction.
“Place the tail on your forehead, and you’ll enter my spiritual realm.”
Standing on his shoulders, Hidden Blade whispered sharply into his ear, “Once you’re in, quickly find an ancient well! Through that well, you can control both of our bodies synchronously. You only have 30 seconds!”
“I will continue to deal with them for those 30 seconds. But after that, I will be lost in my spiritual realm. Until I regain consciousness, I’ll be relying on you. Do you understand?”
“I understand!” He Xiaowei gulped. “Through that well, I can control both our bodies and your mind. So that neither of us gets killed in the lobby!”
“Right,” Hidden Blade said seriously. “You can’t make any mistakes!”
He Xiaowei: “Master, the contrast between your voice and your current body is too great. Let me adjust for a moment!”
Hidden Blade, losing his patience, snapped, “Adjust my ass! Act now!”
For He Xiaowei, the next 30 seconds felt extremely long.
Placing the white tail on his forehead and touching the little fox’s shoulder, He Xiaowei quickly entered Hidden Blade’s spiritual world.
But that world seemed very unstable. That was because Hidden Blade, having transformed into the white fox, was fighting multiple opponents in the lobby with intense ferocity!
As the white fox moved violently, its spiritual world also shook dramatically, appearing extremely perilous.
At this time, the situation in the lobby had become very tense.
The fake Hidden Blade’s back had been brutally smashed onto the wooden counter’s fragments, leaving him wounded all over. After a brief rest, he stood up, bloodied and looking very ragged.
Elsewhere, Wen Bin, along with Chen Dami and Qi Ke, had rushed from the restaurant to the center of the lobby.
With wide eyes, he said to the two beside him, “Look! Across from us is the fake He Xiaowei! And beside him is the fake Hidden Blade! I wasn’t lying, right? He’s a monster! A fox demon!”
“Now you understand, right? In this eerie instance, it’s these ghosts causing all the trouble! They transform into us, deceive us, and make us kill each other!
“Attack! Let’s charge together!”
When they first started the game, the once seemingly unreachable Rank S was just the beginning for the players.
Many lower-level Rank S players hadn’t grasped the essence of the game. They had heard the term “Shepherd” but didn’t know what it meant.
Since advancing to Rank S, they spent days not knowing what to do in the game.
They diligently increased their skill points and hoarded gold, but no one knew if they’d actually meet a god, give him the gold, and have their wishes fulfilled.
Most of the time, they were pushed forward by their faction, and the game’s rule that not entering an instance for too many days meant death.
Many lost their sense of purpose in the game, like the current Chen Dami and Qi Ke.
Without the opportunity to access the core instances and secrets of the game, they could easily be incited, mistakenly believing the three-tailed white fox was a ghost in the instance and immediately charging at him with their weapons.
Qi Ke took out a whip and was the first to attack the white fox and He Xiaowei.
The white fox, in the form of Hidden Blade, sat on He Xiaowei’s shoulder, its eyes narrowing, making no attempt to dodge. As Qi Ke got close, the fox leapt up, swinging its tail firmly and precisely, striking Qi Ke’s wrist.
As Qi Ke was knocked to the ground, Chen Dami picked up the ax He Xiaowei had discarded while retreating from Hidden Blade and swung it at the white fox.
The white fox dodged the ax gracefully, its eyes growing redder and its movements more aggressive.
Opening its mouth, it let out a piercing cry, with Hidden Blade now resembling the most terrifying beast.
While Chen Dami was distracting Hidden Blade, Wen Bin silently approached He Xiaowei with a fruit knife.
At this moment, He Xiaowei was almost completely unaware—
He had closed his eyes, entering Hidden Blade’s spiritual world, desperately focusing on finding the ancient well.
He was close, almost there…
Was it that in front?
But how to control it?
How had Master instructed him earlier?
He Xiaowei’s back was soaked in cold sweat, and he was completely unaware that danger was just around the corner.
Suddenly, the white fox closed its eyes. When they opened again, they were green.
This indicated that it had completely succumbed to its berserk state, recognizing neither friend or foe!
At this moment, its actions were swift beyond comparison. With another swing of an ax coming its way, it leaped near the elevator in a split second. Chen Dami couldn’t catch up with him and pointed his ax at He Xiaowei.
Just then, Wen Bin lunged forward with a fruit knife aimed right at He Xiaowei’s throat, the blade almost drawing blood!
Things happened in a flash, and in his spiritual world, He Xiaowei managed to lean into the ancient well. When he opened his eyes, apart from the pitch-black water below, there was also the real world!
This took He Xiaowei by surprise, as he now saw two worlds simultaneously.
In the real world, the white fox narrowed its eyes at the elevator’s entrance, its gaze wicked and cold, as if pondering whom to devour first.
However, in the spiritual realm, the white fox was sinking deeper and deeper into the well, surrounded by layers of water, on the verge of drowning.
Moreover, the spiritual world started to become stable without any earth-shattering events. He Xiaowei felt he could stay in this peaceful paradise forever. But at the same time, he clearly saw a knife and an ax coming straight at him!
At this critical juncture, He Xiaowei quickly snapped out of it. Taking a deep breath and distinguishing between the two worlds, he grabbed the white fox’s neck in the spiritual world and pulled it out of the water.
Gazing into the white fox’s eyes with an earnestness he never had before, He Xiaowei pleaded, “Master! Help me! You must listen to me now! Only if you listen can we survive!”
Being on the cusp of the real and spiritual worlds, after shouting those words, the white fox, who was previously indifferent near the elevator entrance as He Xiaowei was about to be killed, suddenly moved. In less than a second, a white shadow flashed, and it was right in front of He Xiaowei. One of its tails struck Wen Bin’s knife, and the other slammed into Chen Dami’s head.
Thus, Chen Dami’s ax never landed on He Xiaowei, and Wen Bin’s fruit knife only left a shallow cut on his neck.
At this point, Qi Ke, who was previously knocked down by the white fox, got up. With a whip flashing like lightning, he shouted, “Attack the white fox together!”
Quickly adjusting, Qi Ke’s whip, Wen Bin’s fruit knife, and the axe raised by Chen Dami surrounded the white fox from three directions and lunged at it.
Under He Xiaowei’s control, the white fox roared, sending out three tails to counter the fierce attacks of the three men. In this three-on-one situation, the white fox seemed to handle it effortlessly.
However, when fake Hidden Blade recovered and picked up his weapon from the scattered front desk, the situation changed drastically.
He Xiaowei was drenched in sweat. Due to sharing the spiritual world with a Rank God player, his senses were incredibly sharp. He immediately felt an intense murderous intent.
Glancing around, he noticed that in the spiritual world, the ancient well’s water was violently shaking. In the real world, he saw a long, curved blade ruthlessly slashing down at the white fox!
The white fox’s three tails were entangled by the three weapons, and it was now completely isolated.
Without thinking, He Xiaowei, who was in the white fox’s spiritual world, quickly jumped into the ancient well just as the blade was coming down! By jumping into the well, He Xiaowei’s consciousness returned to reality.
Feeling as if his soul had returned to its shell and realizing he could move, He Xiaowei ran faster than he ever had before—
Dashing through the chaotic battlefield to the central position, he raised his hands and forcefully pushed the white fox away, not caring about the sharp light from Hidden Blade’s sword that was already behind him!
……
At that same time, in room 1103 of one of the 48 parallel spaces.
After dealing with the two individuals in the corridor, Bai Zhou didn’t put away his sword. Instead, he walked straight into the room.
Hearing his footsteps, Zhou Qian turned his head and exchanged a glance with him.
At this time, Zhou Qian held a manuscript notebook in his left hand and the pen of the writer Luo Yu in his right.
Seemingly understanding Zhou Qian’s thoughts, Bai Zhou nodded at him.
Zhou Qian smiled. The cold light from the table lamp cast from the side, making half of his face appear bloodless. Yet his smile was confident, with a hint of madness and obsession.
“So, Zhou Ge, do you trust me?” Zhou Qian asked.
“Yes,” Bai Zhou replied. “And I know you trust yourself too. Just like… when you fearlessly ate that apple.”
Hearing this, the corners of Zhou Qian’s mouth widened even more. He swiftly opened the cover of the manuscript and placed the tip of the pen on the first page.
Then, Zhou Qian gripped the pen tightly and forcefully stabbed downward. In an instant, all 48 pages were connected by a single pen.
The walls began to warp, the floor started to shake, and just like flipping through a book, the second page overlaid the first, the third on top of the second… The space collapsed layer upon layer until all 48 parallel spaces converged into one. Zhou Qian, Bai Zhou, and the unconscious Luo Yu all arrived in the main lobby.
The moment the spaces merged into one, the ceiling, walls, and floor all shook violently.
In the chaotic lobby, He Xiaowei had pushed away Hidden Blade in front of him. A shining curved sword was slashing towards He Xiaowei’s head.
He Xiaowei quickly turned and raised an arm to block. The sharp blade mercilessly sliced off his forearm. After slightly slowing down, it sped up again, aiming for his neck.
As the severed arm flew up and then fell, blood gushed from where He Xiaowei’s right arm had been cut.
Pain caused him to sweat profusely, soaking his clothes as if he had been submerged in water. Even though he lost an arm and suffered immense pain, his action was effective—it delayed the blade’s momentum by a few seconds.
In those few seconds, the space resettled.
The pain made He Xiaowei’s consciousness blurry.
He didn’t know what had happened then but silently raised his intact left arm, shielding the white fox behind him, trying to block the fatal slash.
At the moment he closed his eyes, a sharp metallic screeching sound rang out. He Xiaowei snapped his eyes open to see a straight Tang sword slashing across, with a force so fierce that it pushed the curved blade back. In the next moment, the holder of the curved blade was forced back several steps, stumbled, and dropped the sword.
Staring wide-eyed, He Xiaowei saw Bai Zhou gripping the sword and advancing forward, delivering a swift slash from the lower right side to the upper left.
Caught off guard, the fake Hidden Blade was slashed from the right lower abdomen, through the ribcage, sternum, to the left collarbone, almost being split in half.
The fake Hidden Blade was dead, but a new threat quickly arose.
The white fox’s eyes turned green, and its body glowed red. Without He Xiaowei’s control, it had completely gone berserk!
With three tails, it swept away Chen Dami, Qi Ke, and Wen Bin. It then recognized its own sword and darted to the front desk to pick it up. With its sanity lost, it swung the blade at Zhou Qian, who was closest.
“Clang——!”
It was the sound of Bai Zhou’s Tang sword blocking the blow.
In an instant, the two were engaged in intense combat.
The berserk white fox showed no mercy, while Bai Zhou was mainly on the defensive, not using any lethal moves.
Watching the scene unfold, He Xiaowei’s heart raced.
Until he heard a voice that made his racing heart calm down.
It was Zhou Qian’s voice—
“Xiaowei Ge, are you okay?”
Zhou Qian had a strong ability to bewitch others. His words and gaze seemed to carry a certain kind of magic. Moreover, He Xiaowei had life-and-death experiences with him many times and had personally witnessed him turning the impossible into reality.
Hearing Zhou Qian’s voice and then turning around to look into his eyes, He Xiaowei’s heart quickly settled down.
Exhaling the pent-up breath in his chest, He Xiaowei nodded slightly to Zhou Qian. “I’m fine.”
Zhou Qian said, “Alright. Hang in there. Once we get out of this instance, your arm will return. Feed yourself some health recovery potion. I’ll check out the situation over there.”
He Xiaowei promptly nodded. “Okay. Go!”
By “over there”, Zhou Qian was referring to two individuals walking from opposite hallways. Both were dressed as waiters, wearing uniforms like hotel staff. At the same time, they each held a Western-style kitchen knife, seemingly just having come from the kitchen’s direction.
Besides their identical movements and outfits, the two looked exactly the same. Zhou Qian realized they were the swastika killers responsible for the deaths of Xiong Fei and Li Yuan.
From deduction, it was easy to surmise that the serial killings related to the swastika killers involved the hotel staff.
Luo Yu probably also realized this, which was why he included it in his manuscript. Previously, when the spaces were divided into 48 dimensions, no one encountered the killers. But now that the spaces have merged, they naturally appeared.
What Zhou Qian didn’t know was which of the two swastika killers was the real one and which was the fake.
Hall D involved different types of murders with corresponding different murderers. For those related to the swastika killer, the death judgment was simple: it was based on whether there was a “卐” tattoo on their hand. All the players, including Zhou Qian, had this tattoo, so they weren’t afraid of the real swastika killer.
However, this wasn’t necessarily the case for the fake swastika killer from the second world.
As expected, upon making eye contact with Zhou Qian, one of the swastika killers swiftly raised his knife and charged!
Zhou Qian concentrated, trying to lift the Rib of God to resist.
Although he narrowly dodged the knife slashes, he found it quite challenging.
Zhou Qian leveled up extremely fast, thanks to the vast amount of experience from hidden missions. Many players strengthened their skills in dedicated training instances during leveling, but Zhou Qian’s basic abilities were indeed weaker than other Rank S players. In this non-conventional instance where his items and skills were limited, his weaknesses were immediately exposed.
Zhou Qian could only dodge while thinking of a way to handle this fake killer.
Engaging the killer head-on was clearly not a wise move. Zhou Qian surmised that the primary objective of the fake killer was to kill his other self, so he contemplated how to make the two killers fight each other.
Before Zhou Qian could come up with a strategy, another knife slashed towards him like lightning. Bai Zhou arrived just in time, forcing the fake swastika killer to evade. As Bai Zhou was about to finish off the killer, Hidden Blade’s three tails swiftly slashed towards him.
Thus, Bai Zhou’s intended attack on the killer had to be redirected, and with utmost care not to hurt Hidden Blade, he deflected all three tails.
At that moment, Zhou Qian and Bai Zhou were both entangled with the swastika killer from the second world and the raging Hidden Blade.
Unbeknownst to them, not far behind, death was slowly creeping up on He Xiaowei.
Having lost too much blood and being drenched in sweat, He Xiaowei was on the verge of passing out. He managed to feed himself some potion, but it was of little help. The sound of fighting echoed in his ears, but he could barely keep his eyes open.
Suddenly, he heard a voice. “Xiaowei, thank you. Everything’s okay now.”
With great difficulty, He Xiaowei opened his eyes and saw Hidden Blade. He mustered a weak smile, expressing genuine joy. “Master, I’m glad you’re alright!”
“Yes, I’m fine. But…” The tone changed. “I’m here to send you to hell! Don’t blame me. Blame Zhou Qian.”
As the words fell, a fruit knife was plunged fiercely into He Xiaowei’s chest. The “Hidden Blade” then quickly rose and ran towards the corridor.
He Xiaowei, barely alive and in utter disbelief, collapsed to the ground. In front of him, the battle raged on. Bai Zhou, with a single swing of his blade, killed the fake swastika killer. Blood splattered his face like rain. Without pausing, he immediately engaged with the raging white fox again.
The real swastika killer indeed seemed to avoid targeting players with the “卐” tattoo, and the fake one had already been killed. Zhou Qian was then freed from his restraints, temporarily regaining his freedom.
Almost guided by intuition, Zhou Qian’s mind raced, recalling a series of events after merging the spaces. He then noticed something amiss—
Wait, during the moment when the 48 overlapping spaces merged into one, among the three people attacking the white fox, one of them turned his back to Zhou Qian. But why did his silhouette resemble He Xiaowei?
The fake He Xiaowei from the second space was clearly dead. So, who was that person?!
Something was wrong. Very wrong.
Zhou Qian swiftly turned and ran towards He Xiaowei.
But by this time, He Xiaowei was barely breathing.
“Xiaowei Ge!”
Reaching He Xiaowei’s side, Zhou Qian immediately knelt down, took off his coat, grabbed He Xiaowei’s hand, and pressed the coat against the knife wound on his chest, hoping to slow down the bleeding.
[Warning! Player He Xiaowei’s HP has dropped to 3%!!!]
[The system is offering a luxurious tombstone. Would you like to purchase? We recommend the deluxe version, only 998…]
This message popped up on He Xiaowei’s system panel.
Seeing this, He Xiaowei’s mind went blank.
Due to his low HP value, a warning red light emanated from him.
Zhou Qian saw it but remained steady, looking straight into He Xiaowei’s eyes, and said firmly, “Hang on. I’ll find a way to save you. Trust me.”
At the same time, all players received a system notification—
[Important Notice: The players are currently in a special space where time flows 80 times faster.]
[Objective Recap: Players must survive four days in the Saiya Hotel. If players don’t find a way out of the special space and return to the Saiya Hotel within those four days, the system will close the special space. Those who fail to return will be deemed dead.]
[Note: There’s only one minute left before the special space closes.]
He Xiaowei thought if he ever faced death, he would be terrified. He even worried he might wet himself.
But now, he felt an unprecedented calm.
He just gripped Zhou Qian’s hand and said, “Qian’er, split my gold and items—half for you and half for my Master… No wait, I think you’d be mad about that. Give 70% to you and 30% to my Master, okay? Don’t be mad at me or my Master—”
“Shut up!”
He Xiaowei’s attempt at a final message was abruptly interrupted by Zhou Qian’s stern voice.
“Xiaowei Ge, I told you I’d save you.”
“But there’s only one minute left…” He Xiaowei sighed. “I, right now…”
Ignoring He Xiaowei’s words, Zhou Qian held up his chin and forced twenty health recovery pills into his mouth.
But the health these pills could restore was too minimal.
With a massive hole in He Xiaowei’s heart, this medicine was of little use. The warning red light disappeared, only to reappear a moment later. Seconds after, Zhou Qian witnessed He Xiaowei draw his last breath.
Before dying, He Xiaowei indeed focused all his energy on distributing his assets, and many items appeared on Zhou Qian’s panel, with a significant increase in gold.
Zhou Qian didn’t look at the panel. He just looked at the now closed-eyed He Xiaowei and repeated, “Xiaowei Ge, like every time before, you have to trust me this time too.”
“There’s always a way…”
“I’ll definitely find a way to save you.”
After a few chest heaves, Zhou Qian stood up and circled the hall. His gaze eventually landed on the writer Luo Yu, who he had knocked unconscious.
Lying on his side, Luo Yu was oblivious to what had happened.
Zhou Qian quickly approached, grabbed Luo Yu by the collar, lifting him up, then slapped him three times, demanding fiercely, “Wake up, now!”
Kinky Thoughts:
Ah, poor He Xiaowei. He didn’t even get the chance to make a commendable last speech, unlike Gao Shan.
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