Am I really hallucinating?

Chapter 597 Li Busi

Lin Yilin was running wildly with the three little ones, and the figure behind them, which was like a moving tower, left a trail of footprints, each step seemingly shaking the ground.

Fan Zhonghong tried to stop him, but he was under considerable pressure.

Clearly, Li Busi's clone mechanism is not the kind of weak, evenly distributed mechanism. The knife-wielding assassins move with considerable speed and a moment's inattention will result in injuries.

Li Busi kept trying to get close to Fan Zhonghong, and although no one knew what he wanted to do, it was obviously not a good thing. Of course, Fan Zhonghong would not let him succeed, which made him even more hesitant, and the battle became more intense.

The clone carrying the longevity lock had a clear target, and Li Busi obviously had no intention of letting go of his companions who came with him.

Li Busi glanced at Lin Yilin in the distance and felt as if he had made a wrong judgment.

That Lin Yilin is quite ordinary. Although she possesses some extraordinary fantasy factors, her strength is still limited. Even her assassin clones should be able to handle her easily.

He left behind the knife-wielding assassins because they were faster and more agile, and more lethal against people of similar build, making it easier for them to cooperate with him to quickly take down Fan Zhonghong.

As for the Long-Life Lock Death Soldier taking care of Lin Yilin, surely nothing else could go wrong, right?

As it turns out, it seems they really are stuck and there's nothing they can do; neither he nor Lin Yilin can achieve a quick kill.

Fan Zhonghong's strength was indeed beyond imagination, but what about Lin Yilin? Were those three things accompanying her fantasy objects? Their comical appearance was utterly meaningless, yet they were able to function, preventing the Long-Life Lock Death Soldier from completing its objective.

Suddenly, a loud bang came from several streets away. The white sunlight in the sky brought down white pillars that crashed to the ground, like one after another heavy hammer of judgment falling from the heavens.

"Has Deville also encountered a tough opponent...?" Upon seeing this, Li Busi realized that Fan Zhonghong seemed to have made even more preparations for this trip.

Faced with the attack from the knife-wielding assassin, Fan Zhonghong suddenly reached out and deftly twisted his hand to press the sword under his hand, then pushed hard from the side with his other hand.

With a crisp sound, the blade in the assassin's hand snapped. Fan Zhonghong raised his leg and kicked the hilt of the blade away, then a golden talisman was affixed.

"Slay the gold."

The golden cutting line instantly covered and cleared the area in front of him, and the knife-wielding assassin was turned into dust on the spot.

Li Busi dodged to the edge in time, but still suffered some injuries and bled a little. However, his expression remained indifferent: "What Miaosheng said is true. It seems that I was too hasty in trying to take you down so easily."

"So you're finally admitting it now, brother-in-law?" Fan Zhonghong grinned.

"I'm not your brother-in-law."

After saying that, Li Busi suddenly spewed out a large cloud of gray-black smoke, instantly enveloping the entire street.

Fan Zhonghong used talismans to create a shield to defend himself, but he did not experience any real impact.

“I don’t like making things too big or too complicated. If there are still survivors around, then consider yourself unlucky.” Li Busi’s voice came from the fog. “If you had just obediently let me run into you, things wouldn’t have escalated to this point.”

Fan Zhonghong broke out in a cold sweat, his eyes fixed on what was ahead.

Li Busi slowly walked out, his expression calm, but a dark, round hole was open in his chest, from which a faint grayish-black substance flowed out.

That is……

Death's door.

It's not a conceptual image of the gate between life and death, but a gate to death in its truest sense. The hole in Li Busi's chest leads to that unexplored "world of death"!
Swish!
Chains and longevity locks were wrapped around Li Busi's body, hanging from top to bottom, as if they were the final restraints on this door.

"The knife is my command of death energy. Death energy is severely restricted in the capital, and its normal production is limited. If you are injured by it, even a minor injury will quickly deteriorate into a fatal one. But you seem to have some means of protecting yourself from it. The locks are my control over the doors, but each of them bears the 'weight' of the Death Gate, which the living cannot bear."

One after another, knife-wielding assassins flew out of the hole in his chest. In this haze of smoke, they seemed to have lost all restraint and kept emerging in an endless stream.

Li Busi explained the current situation.

Or rather, he's stalling for time.

It will take him some time to unlock it!
Fan Zhonghong quickly covered his entire body with talismans before leaping out. The assassins gathered in formation and surrounded him. Amidst the flashing swords, several wounds were added to his body.

Li Busi raised his hand, gripping a long black knife, and held it high: "You'll experience the fragility of life with your own."

With several longevity locks shaking violently, the black blade fell straight down, and the sky and earth changed color.

Any living being within the range of this blade will surely die.

"What!?" Li Busi was so shocked that he lost control of his expression for the first time.

Because Fan Zhonghong was completely unharmed.

Impossible! Any living being, even the lamplighter without using his mental imagery to cover their eyes, would die instantly after he opened the door. What makes Fan Zhonghong so special?!

In his shock and disbelief, Fan Zhonghong posted a yellow talisman.

"Summon lightning."

Boom!

The thunder dragon roared out, leaped through the dark clouds in the sky, swooped down, and plunged into the smoke of the Death Gate, before exploding a second time.

Li Busi retreated rapidly, a burning smell emanating from his body, his face grim.

"Tsk! Does Li Miaosheng know about this?!" He struggled to his feet, enduring the weakness and pain in his body, and demanded sharply, "Did Miaosheng give you some pointers? Or was this what you sought out Miaosheng for in the first place?!"

A dark gray flame burned on Fan Zhonghong's body, finally converging at his right eye and drawing a cold arc.

Hidden alive.

Simply outrageous.

Li Meng and Xu Wenli had been researching this topic for a long time, and finally, after exhausting all methods, they manually created Li Busi, an artificial artifact that could open the Dead Treasure by using a fixed Dead Door.

Even among the existing records of the capital, the names of those who were able to open the Dead Treasure by their own power are now forgotten.

Today, it seems that bastard Li Meng used what he left behind to find a loophole and cross that door as well.

Now, even Fan Zhonghong is trying to provoke him?!

“This has nothing to do with Miaosheng,” Fan Zhonghong said calmly.

"Without her, how could a mere child like you have crossed the gates of death and escaped? Stop spouting nonsense! Do you know what those guys did for a dead man?!" Li Busi roared, his expression even contorting.

I don't understand, I'm not reconciled, I hate, I despise.

The mother loved the siblings, but not enough.

She loved that scoundrel more, and therefore was willing to hand him over to Li Meng to secure the gate of death. She chose Li Meng's future over her own. If that were all, Li Bu Si wouldn't have any particular feelings.

But why was Li Miaosheng able to live a peaceful life?

His sister had no memory of him, but he had seen her many times before she had any memories. His sister grew up normally, and Li Busi watched her from afar.

Whenever he had free time, his greatest pleasure was watching Li Miaosheng.

That lively, cheerful, carefree younger sister who can freely choose her own future, choose the person she loves, and learn and make friends normally.

His mother didn't protect him, but she protected his younger sister.

Whether it was his own experiences that changed his mother's mind, or whether his mother genuinely preferred his younger sister, it didn't matter. All he knew was that he had become a victim of this terrible family.

He gazed at Li Miaosheng with envy, projecting his own image onto her.

Even if you keep telling yourself that you are stronger, that you have a higher status, and that you have already dedicated your life to the capital.

But they couldn't convince themselves.

In this sorrowful home, he was both the one burdened with unwarranted hopes and the one who was abandoned.

What is revered as the "Dead Prince" is someone who peers into the world of the living from behind the gates of death, and can take away those unsightly and fragile lives with his deathly aura whenever he so desires.

In reality, they were just silently envious and twisted in the shadows.

Li Busi was jealous of vibrant life.

(End of this chapter)