A heretical cultivator in Bureau 749, I'm the fiercest at pulling out tendons and skinning peop

The instant Wolff, supporting Deleil, stepped halfway into international waters—

At Jinghai Wharf, the spectator area, shrouded in an illusionary array but actually bustling with noise, erupted in chaos.

"I won! I won! Hahahaha! Five to one! Tonight, a full-service package, club models, I want them all!!"

"Damn it! Damn it! Damn it! My life savings! Wolf, you son of a bitch!! Why don't you just die out there?!"

"Waaaaah... My flying sword, my savings, the money I've saved up for half my life to get married... It's all gone, all gone! Let me die, don't stop me!"

"The East China Sea... The East China Sea is deep, the pressure is high enough that bodies sink quickly and don't easily float to the surface..."

"I think that reef to the west is nice. I can tie it to myself, swish it around, and I'll be clean and tidy."

Those who won have already started making frantic phone calls to book "one-stop service," their faces beaming and their voices echoing far and wide.

It felt as if I could already touch the young model's hand and smell the fragrance of the club.

Those who lost were devastated, their faces ashen. Some squatted in the corner, burying their faces in their hands and weeping bitterly, while others stared blankly at each other, muttering to themselves.

Even more, a few professionals actually pulled out "A Detailed Study of the Hydrogeology of the Sea Areas Surrounding Jinghai" and "One Hundred Elegant Ways to Commit Suicide" and began to seriously study "which reef is the best for feng shui when throwing oneself into the sea" and "which method of tying oneself down will sink faster and not affect one's reincarnation in the next life".

Edward huddled in a corner of the crowd, clutching the "Thor Dies First" betting ticket tightly in his hand, his knuckles turning white.

His lips were tightly pressed together, but the corners of his mouth twitched uncontrollably upwards, forming an extremely strange expression, like the premonition of a stroke.

In my mind, two little people were fighting fiercely.

Little Man A (with a sorrowful face): "Oh, Thor, poor Thor, you died so tragically... Waaah..."

Little Man B (ecstatic face): "Hehehe... Dead, really dead! And the first one to die! I made a small profit of two hundred thousand US dollars! Hehehe... Tonight, black truffles and caviar, I must open a bottle of '82 Lafite to celebrate!"

In the end, Little Man B kicked Little Man A away.

Edward cleared his throat forcefully, trying to suppress the grin that was practically reaching his ears, and made his voice sound somewhat serious:

"Alas...may God grant peace to the soul of Thor...Amen."

After making the sign of the cross, he quickly stuffed the betting ticket into the deepest part of his inner pocket, patted it, and felt its reassuring thickness. Any lingering "colleagueship" he felt vanished instantly.

"Better to die than for me, Thor, your death was worthwhile!"

I'll apply for your posthumous recognition as a martyr as soon as you return to China, and I'll personally collect your pension for you. I absolutely won't let your poor relatives take advantage of you!

Above the clouds.

When Deputy Director Liu saw that Wolf had actually stepped into international waters, his usually carefree and jovial face instantly lost all color.

His vision went black, his legs went weak, and he stumbled, almost falling off the cloud.

"Old...Old Zhang..."

His voice was weak and trembling, almost crying, as he gripped Zhang Yucheng's arm tightly, his fingers icy cold.

"Help...help me...I...I'm dizzy...My heart is so cold..."

"I've staked everything on this year's bonus, next year's performance bonus, and the year after that's my benefits..."

Looking at Wolf and Deleil, who were disheveled but still lively and even dared to grin on the high seas, Deputy Director Liu felt as if a mouthful of blood was stuck in his throat, unable to be swallowed or spat out.

"It's all over... It's all over... The free soup in the cafeteria will be my staple food from now on... Waaaaah..."

Zhang Yucheng let him hold her, but her brows furrowed slightly. Her gaze fell on the high seas below, then swept over the suddenly appearing woman in red, a hint of doubt flashing in her eyes.

Not right.

There's a subtle sense of disharmony about it.

Was it because she suddenly appeared?

No, not only that.

Zhang Yucheng raised his hand and gently made a gesture in the air—

"Buzz..."

Sparkling white starlight appeared at his fingertips, flowing and gathering in response to his thought.

The starlight flowed, the light was soft, and the Daoist charm was faintly visible. Everything looked so normal, just like the thousands of times he had performed it in the past.

But Zhang Yucheng's expression turned extremely solemn the moment the starlight lit up.

Do not!

wrong!

This is not the real Venusian starlight!

It lacks that resonance with the stars in the heavens and the most fundamental laws of this world!

It lacks that unique sense of authority that says, "My will is the will of God!"

It's more like... an extremely realistic imitation!

A convincing fake based on a perfect understanding of his supernatural mechanisms...

Fake!

"It was... a fake?"

Zhang Yucheng felt a chill run down his spine.

What is this?

A sophisticated illusion? A realistic dream? Or some kind of magical power that distorts perception?

What chilled him to the bone was—

With his cultivation and knowledge, he could only determine that this was a fake, but he couldn't find any way to break the illusion!

It's like someone suddenly realizing they might be a brain in a vat, but unable to find the thread connecting them to reality.

And below.

Wolf naturally noticed the woman in red who had suddenly appeared.

He was startled at first, but when he saw that the other party was just standing there lazily, with the exhausted little monster supported by the fox tail, and seemed to have no intention of making a move immediately, he felt reassured.

What followed was the overwhelming joy of surviving a disaster and an irrepressible, defiant sense of triumph.

He grinned, and despite his pale face and the thin darkness of the sky, the light in his eyes was sharp and blazing, undisguisedly directed at the woman in red, and seemingly piercing through her to look at Zhang Yucheng in the clouds behind her.

That expression clearly said:

Didn't expect?

Lao Tzu would rather sacrifice one of the gods' favorites than let anything slip through his fingers, leaving you no chance to act "within the rules"!

Now, I've stepped into international waters!

You set the rules!

This game—

I'm going to win! Hahahaha!

However, faced with his silent provocation and smugness, the woman in red simply raised her slender hand to cover her delicate red lips and let out a string of silvery laughter.

"Hehehe..."

Her laughter was so sweet and seductive that it instantly froze Wolf's smugness.

She tilted her head, her captivating peach blossom eyes gazing at Wolf, and her red lips parted slightly, uttering two soft yet thunderous questions:

"Little puppy..."

"You really think...?"

Did you win?

She paused, a hint of playful amusement flashing in her eyes, and then extended her delicate finger, gently tapping the sea beneath Wolf's feet.

"Are you really sure...?"

Are you standing in international waters?

"..."

Two questions, seemingly insignificant.

But like two ice-cold awls, they pierced Wolf's eardrums, punctured his bubble of ecstasy, and struck his nerves that were already stretched to the limit!

"What...what did you say?"

Wolf's smile froze abruptly, his smug look instantly replaced by immense bewilderment and a rapidly spreading, chilling panic.

He subconsciously looked down at his feet.

The waves surged, and the sea was a deep blue, almost black.

It is the sea.

It's international waters.

The coordinates... the coordinates are correct! He checked them repeatedly! This is the place!

What does she mean?