CH 95

"I really can't tell... I really can't tell... I really can't tell."

Li Huowang knelt in the yard of the kindergarten, tightly hugging the little girl, muttering with extreme confusion in his eyes.

He couldn't distinguish between reality and illusion, true and false. Li Huowang was having trouble telling them apart.

When Jingxin Master said that everyone's hearts were filled with confusion, Li Huowang had once argued against it. But when he saw Sun Xiaoqin kneeling in front of him through the fence, he understood the true meaning behind Jingxin Master's words.

The fate of hearts was to be shrouded in confusion, and no one could escape it.

Just then, a small hand reached out from Li Huowang's arms, holding a small handkerchief.

Gently wiping away the tears on his face, Li Huowang trembled and looked down, seeing the cute little face of the girl who was now wiping his tears with great concentration.

"Uncle, don't cry."

Looking at her cute face, Li Huowang suddenly realized that this little girl might be a living person. He was filled with a sense of horror at the thought that he had almost killed such a kind little girl.

"What if she's an imposter from Làyuè Shíbā? You almost killed her!"

As soon as this thought came to mind, Li Huowang felt a strong sense of disgust towards himself.

"Shut up! Shut up!! Have you ever thought that this child might be alive? Is your life really more important than hers? At least she's a normal person! What about you? Li Huowang! You're just a lunatic!! A useless lunatic! Who are you to take her life in exchange?!"

Li Huowang gripped the glass in his hand, even though the sharp edges had already cut into his flesh. His roar startled the people around him, causing them to step back a few steps.

At this moment, it was as if there were two little people fighting in Li Huowang's mind, and the torment of illusion and reality made him extremely painful, making it hard for him to breathe.

Li Huowang even thought of death, that if he died, he would no longer suffer from this kind of torture. As a lunatic, he had no reason to live. If he died, it would be good for everyone. His mother would no longer have a burden, and Danyang Zi would not be able to use his body to resurrect.

"Put away your guns, young man. Can I talk to you for a moment?" Another voice was heard outside the kindergarten.

The speaker was a middle-aged man with a big belly holding a loudspeaker. Li Huowang didn't know his identity, but guessed that he must be someone of high rank from the fact that the police officers put down their guns.

Just as Li Huowang's gaze shifted over, the man with the loudspeaker slowly raised his right hand. "Well, you see, as the saying goes..."

Just as he was halfway through his sentence, the middle-aged man's raised index finger inexplicably bent.

"Whoosh~!" A high-speed sniper bullet shot out from a partially open window in the distance, flying straight towards Li Huowang's brainstem.In this instant, a very special feeling enveloped Li Huowang's entire body. He suddenly tensed up and instinctively turned his head to the side.

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"Bang!" Li Huowang's body suddenly trembled and his head hit the ground heavily, causing him to collapse.

"Son!!" Sun Xiaoqin's miserable voice echoed far away.

The back of his head hit the ground hard, causing Li Huowang's head to buzz and his vision to turn to gold stars.

"Am I dying? If I'm already dead, why can I still think??"

Just then, everything around him quickly dimmed and the bright buildings and crowds turned into strange bamboo trees.

At this moment, Li Huowang felt a burning pain on his face and realized that he had been injured.

But he didn't have time to pay attention to this because he felt the familiar presence of Làyuèshíbā, who was still there, watching him in the bamboo forest.

He looked around and saw only bamboo trees, with his lower body stuck in a muddy pile of rotting bamboo leaves.

"Li Huowang! Li Huowang!" Various voices could be heard from the bamboo forest, including Língmiǎo's, Danyang Zi's, and even Li Zhi's.

Li Huowang had always thought that the others were following his orders to attack Làyuèshíbā.

But now it seemed that it was the opposite, and he didn't know why he was alone.

Then a familiar voice came from the forest. "Old bones, as the saying goes, at seventy-three or eighty-four, the King of Hell won't call you. You're already eighty-four this year, why haven't you gone yet?"

This voice of an old neighbor echoed in the bamboo forest and gradually occupied Li Huowang's mind, attempting to transform his cognition into that of the dying old man.

And there were rustling sounds coming from the bamboo forest, and Li Huowang saw the little girl from that night and even the Zhàoyé in her mouth.

Làyuèshíbā was not fighting alone, it even had helpers.

Li Huowang had not yet recovered from what had just happened, and his heart was as painful as a drill, but facing the crisis before him, he smiled.

"Do you know? It looks like you've won, but you shouldn't have killed me just now. Do you know? My heart really hurts right now."

Li Huowang twisted his expression and put his hand on his chest, clenching it tightly, and shouted with gritted teeth.

"It hurts so much that I even want to die!!"

After he finished speaking, Li Huowang pulled the red bamboo scroll behind him. As the scroll unfolded, he felt the extreme pain in his heart come to life, and this emotion resonated with the bamboo scroll, gradually intensifying the inner pain that had weakened due to his return.

Then the red bamboo scroll underwent a strange transformation. It began to take root, and the roots drilled into the bamboo leaves below, dyeing everything blood red.

Gradually, Li Huowang's emotions began to collapse, and the pain in his heart had returned to its peak.However, that's not enough. Once it takes root, it must sprout. The pain in his heart is already enough, but now there is still physical pain left.

Li Huowang cried and collapsed, reaching for the torture instruments at his feet.

Trembling, he raised the small dagger and fiercely plunged it into his own abdomen, trembling as he pulled it to the left, exposing his bloody intestines to the air.

It was clear that they wanted to stop him on the 18th day of the twelfth lunar month, but now it was too late.

Li Huowang held the two long spikes with thorns in a reverse grip and fiercely plunged them into his own abdomen with a half-crying, half-smiling expression.