Dao of the Bizarre Immortal

Chapter 1007 - Death

Chapter 1007 - Death

A jolt of shock ran through Li Huowang when he found the paper note hidden inside Qing Wanglai’s head. It meant Qing Wanglai had somehow foreseen that his head would be blown apart.

Qing Wanglai had calculated that there was a chance that a gun would blow away his head.

Clutching his cramping abdomen, Li Huowang watched Qing Wanglai’s broken corpse collapse into the spreading pool of blood. Snarling through gritted teeth, he snatched the blood-red paper.

If you’re reading this, I’ve successfully predicted the outcome again. How is it? Do you now see how I am telling the truth? Still, that doesn’t matter right now. An arrow released from a bow will continue flying forward. My plan will not stop.

One more thing: the poison inside me is slow-acting, but the ones in the test tubes are not. I’m not giving you two days to work out the antidote—there’s no time for that. Heh, how does it feel to suddenly realize all hope is gone? You thought you had two days, and now you have none. Are you afraid yet? Soon, everyone will die.

Oh, forgive me, I misspoke. You’re all just projections, after all. I suppose it’s more accurate to say you’ll simply be snuffed out.

Li Huowang’s fists clenched so tightly that his knuckles went white. Yang Na’s moans of pain echoed in his ears.

As these projections are snuffed out, the entire projected world will collapse, retracting into the real one. Eight days should suffice for the real world to retract this projection entirely.

This is just the beginning, so don’t worry. Without your interference, the other side of the projection will retract just as quickly, and my plan will succeed.

Li Huowang kneeled on the ground as he held his stomach in pain. His vision blurred, and the words on the note seemed to twist and writhe. Qing Wanglai’s other poison, the one that acted quickly, was killing him.

Li Huowang rubbed his single eye and continued to read the note.

Li Huowang, your thinking is too shallow, just like Zhuge Yuan’s. He was a fool who couldn’t see the bigger picture. What a waste of education. Fortunately, I’m here. Thanks to me, your childish games will not destroy the real world. I will save the world. I am the savior.

When this crisis ends, the real world will project itself anew. And I, Qing Wanglai, will be reborn. I will no longer be a mere projection. I will be something greater—an existence closer to my real self.

“Fuck you, Qing Wanglai!” Li Huowang roared, his vision darkening as he staggered. Fresh blood seeped out from his reopened wounds.

He tried to hold on but realized that the others weren’t in better shape. They were all limping or collapsing onto the ground.

He tried to steady himself, but the others were faring no better. They were all limping or collapsing into the ground, their faces etched with pain.

Wu Qi drained herself of as much blood as possible while trying to figure out how to fend off the poison.

“Nana! Nana!” Li Huowang stumbled toward Yang Na and cradled her frail body. She clutched her abdomen, and her face contorted in agony as tears streamed down her face.

She buried herself in Li Huowang’s embrace and weakly whispered, “Huowang... My stomach hurts... Are we dying?”

Li Huowang’s breath grew erratic at the sight of her injuries. He pressed his palm against her stomach, rubbing it gently. “Don’t be scared, Nana. There’s a way out of this. I’ll find it. I promise you—you won’t die. Just hold on.”

“Hahaha!” A shrill, mocking laugh rang out. “A plan? You think you have a plan? You’re already as good as dead!”

Li Huowang raised his head to look at Shai Zi, who pointed weakly at him while making fun of him.

Li Huowang was filled with rage, nearly attacking Shai Zi with his bloodied blade.

However, he suppressed his anger and shouted back, “What are you laughing at? You got deceived by the Three Ancient Ones too! You wanted to become a Siming, but he was actually after your life! You’re the leader of the Sitting Oblivion Dao, and yet you were thoroughly deceived. Pathetic!”

Li Huowang changed the subject promptly after scolding Shai Zi. “Shai Zi, no matter what, we’re in the same boat now. Use your backup plan now, or we will all die!”

Shai Zi pushed his sunglasses lazily and shook his head. “I don’t have a backup plan. I admit defeat. He used his life to seal this. He wins.”

“No! This is impossible!” Li Huowang rushed over and grabbed Shai Zi by the collar. “You must have a backup plan. I know you, Shai Zi—you never trust anyone completely, especially not Qing Wanglai!”

Shai Zi wasn’t afraid of Li Huowang. He lazily scratched his left arm and yawned. “I thought it would be very fun up here, but it’s boring. All of it.”

With an air of indifference, he took out a pistol seemingly out of nowhere.

Li Huowang tensed, but Shai Zi turned the gun on himself, pressing the barrel to his temple. “It’s no fun at all. It was more fun down there.”

Shai Zi shot himself without any hesitation.

“Shit!” Li Huowang kicked Shai Zi’s corpse aside and frantically scanned the room for any hint of salvation.

However, Qing Wanglai would never let anyone stop his plan. Qing Wanglai’s poison had already seeped into their veins, and it was killing them quickly. There was no escape.

Bam! Chen Hongyu fell face down while eating a sausage. She was dead.

Li Huowang knew this was just the beginning. As Qing Wanglai’s poison spread, every Siming in the Baiyu Capital would die.

Yet even as pain wracked his body, Li Huowang clung to one thought: I won’t die. I won’t let them die.

He turned to look at Zhao Shuangdian. Her hands were frozen over her laptop.

However, she wasn’t typing. The laptop displayed a waterfall of data, as if it was automatically calculating something.

“Zhao Shuangdian!” He held her up, only to realize that she was dead as well.

“Damn it! Can any of you be more useless?” he shouted, his voice raw with desperation.

“Huowang...” Yang Na’s faint voice drew him back. He dropped Zhao Shuangdian and approached Yang Na carefully.

“I’m sorry...” she wept, her bloodstained tears streaking her face. “I think... I’m dying... You have to... survive...”

Yang Na cried until her breath stopped. Her pale hands slipped from his grasp.