Bitter Realm: A Happy Person Traveling Across China

Chapter 84 The Death Squad Trapped in a Game Rewind (Double Monthly Tickets Requested for May Day)

Forcibly awakened in this useless body, facing an unfathomable and ruthless stranger, experiencing anger and frustration never before felt in two thousand years, this disparity and anger burned wildly deep in Xu Fu's mind, but more than anything, he was calculating how to escape.

"His dantian was destroyed, his meridians were all severed, and his body was as clogged as a swamp. His limbs were broken into pieces, and his muscles were torn apart. This body was more broken than he had imagined—"

Xu Fu's mind raced, like the most sophisticated instrument, assessing his own situation and possibilities.

"But I have the 'Nether Sea Returning to Origin Technique' which can borrow the power of heaven and earth, supplemented by the 'Dharma Image of All Things Technique' to regulate the physical body and all its phenomena, and the 'Great Vehicle Void Treasury' to stabilize my consciousness—as long as I have three days—no, two days! Just two days, I can forcibly absorb the spiritual energy of this place and re-condense a wisp of true essence, at which time—"

Although he had no idea why he had come to this "ghostly place" with a completely different spiritual nature but a higher level, his survival strategy as the Chief of the Death Division was to first survive, escape his predicament, and then try to understand, control, and even conquer this new world.

After taking a deep breath, Xu Fu raised his head and looked at Ye Jinming, saying in a hoarse voice, "I can answer three questions for you. But for each one I answer, I need a day of rest, as well as food and water to sustain this body. Otherwise, if this body completely collapses, I will at most die. But your questions will never be answered, and all your plans will be in vain."

He was gambling, gambling that the other party really needed what was in his head, gambling that the other party would be wary of a "fight to the death".

Two thousand years of experience taught him that when facing an unknown strongman, showing appropriate weakness and exchanging ideas often gives him a better chance than confronting him head-on.

Ye Jinming looked at him quietly, his deep eyes seemingly able to see through all pretense and discern every scheming in the depths of his soul.

After a moment, Ye Jinming slowly nodded, his voice calm and even: "Okay, first question!"

There was no haggling, no questioning about details, just direct demand.

This decisiveness, however, made Xu Fu's heart sink slightly, and he vaguely felt that something was wrong, but there was no turning back once the arrow was released.

Xu Fu no longer hesitated or tried to play any tricks, and immediately began to recite the cultivation formulas and qi circulation routes of the "Seven Arts of Yin Fu".

While listening intently, Ye Jinming used the Mind and Soul Control Technique to enhance his memory.

The Seven Arts of Yin Fu: Strengthening the Spirit, Nourishing the Will, Realizing Intent, Distributing Power, Scattering Momentum, Circling Around, and Reducing Depletion —

The reason for needing the Seven Yin Talisman Techniques is to enhance the Five Dragons Divine Body.

After Xu Fu recounted the Seven Arts of Yin Fu in detail three times, Ye Jinming repeatedly asked questions and confirmed several key points and obscure details until he was sure there were no omissions or traps. Finally, he nodded in satisfaction.

"very good."

Upon receiving confirmation, Xu Fu secretly breathed a sigh of relief, but his vigilance remained undiminished. He slowly closed his eyes, adopting a posture of extreme exhaustion and the need for rest.

"I've already answered one of your questions, now I need to take a good rest."

Meanwhile, he had already begun to secretly circulate the "Nether Sea Returning to Origin Force." Even the slightest, almost imperceptible flow of energy could accumulate a sliver of possibility for his eventual escape.

However-

Looking at Xu Fu's closed-eye resting posture, Ye Jinming's lips curled into a cold smile. "You want to rest, is that it?"

There was a hint of almost imperceptible, cold amusement in that voice.

The moment he heard the sound, Xu Fu vaguely sensed something was wrong and suddenly opened his eyes!

A chilling coldness gradually seeped into his mind. "No!"

Xu Fu suddenly opened his eyes, and what was reflected in his pupils was a sword light that was so fast that it transcended thought, vision, and even seemed to transcend time!

"Whoosh—"

The Jinghong Sword was drawn silently, yet its light was like a black lightning bolt tearing through the long night—purely fast, accurate, and ruthless, without any frills or warning!

The instant Xu Fu opened his eyes, before any warning thought had even fully formed in his mind, the sword had already traversed the short distance between them and aimed straight for his neck!

"Well----"

Xu Fu's mind was still in disbelief and horror, and his body's instincts didn't even have time to react.

He could only watch helplessly as the black line of death rapidly enlarged in his field of vision, then "rip—"

""

The faint, muffled sound of a sharp blade cutting through flesh and bone was exceptionally clear and jarring in the silent cave.

Xu Fu felt a chill on his neck, followed by an absurd sensation of the world spinning around him.

The last thing he saw was his own mangled new body, still firmly bound by chains to the stone pillar, blood gushing from his neck—

"Bang!"

The head rolled to the ground, covered in dust and blood.

Those eyes, belonging to the Death Division, filled with shock, resentment, bitterness, and a hint of disbelief, finally focused on Ye Jinming slowly sheathing his Jinghong sword.

The headless body convulsed violently before going limp, hanging from the stone pillar by chains, only the sound of dripping blood echoing in the empty cave.

Ye Jinming picked up a clean white silk handkerchief and slowly wiped away the bloodstains that the Jinghong Sword had not actually contained. His gaze swept over the head on the ground, its eyes wide open, filled with "Why did this happen?" A faint, playful smile appeared on his lips as he murmured to himself, "Now, you can rest in peace forever, Lord Jueming."

As soon as he finished speaking, Ye Jinming flicked a wisp of purple flame from his fingertip, instantly engulfing the head and the headless body, turning them into ashes.

The cold iron chains were empty; only the scorch marks on the ground proved that a thousand-year-old monster from another world had just ended its life, which was even shorter than that of a mayfly.

Then Ye Jinming turned his attention to the cages of the sinners in the Pit of Sin, and the next lucky one was about to be chosen.

After going through the same process, Xu Fu slowly woke up.

Ye Jinming clapped in welcome, "Welcome back, Deathbringer!"

Looking at everything before him, a strange glint flashed in Xu Fu's eyes. "A very special body. Its meridians are all severed, its dantian is destroyed, and its limbs have been cruelly broken—heh, it seems you have great fear and wariness of me."

Upon hearing this opening statement, which was almost identical to the one in the previous round, the smile on Ye Jinming's lips faded, replaced by a hint of barely perceptible regret and mockery.

It seems that the King of Hell's Feather does indeed have a flaw. If the awakened consciousness does not upload its consciousness in time, the newly awakened consciousness can only read the initial data from the archive, and its memory will remain at a certain point, repeating the same opening lines.

How boring and inefficient!

However, since Xu Fu's game has been rolled back, I'll just go through the process again!

Ye Jinming explained, "Stop testing us. This is no longer the Nine Realms you know!"

Upon hearing this, Xu Fu was immediately alarmed. "What have they got up to?" he thought. "This joke has gone too far!"

As he spoke, Xu Fu once again channeled his supernatural abilities, preparing to accumulate some power, but he discovered that the spiritual energy of this place was terrifyingly stronger than that of the Nine Realms!

Just then, a spark of electricity flashed from Ye Jinming's fingertip, and lightning crackled again on the cold iron chains, giving Xu Fu a good wake-up call.

After finally regaining his composure, Xu Fu became extremely cautious.

"Save your energy, don't waste it." Ye Jinming withdrew his magic, his tone even more mocking. "Now, I ask, you answer. This is your only way of demonstrating your worth."

As he spoke, Ye Jinming took a step closer, "Tell me the complete manual of the 'Imperial World's Shocking Treasure Book.' Remember, don't try anything funny, or you'll be in big trouble!"

Upon hearing Ye Jinming's question, Xu Fuqiang, number two, suppressed his turbulent emotions and tried to stall for time, searching for a way to escape. "Could things get any worse than they are now?"

These words were both a test and a veiled provocation.

However, his response was a lightning-fast sword strike. Xu Fu's left arm was severed at the shoulder, and blood gushed out like a long-suppressed fountain.

A wave of excruciating pain washed over his newly regained consciousness, causing him to let out an uncontrollable groan, his forehead instantly covered in cold sweat.

"Ugh!" As the pain subsided slightly, Xu Fu abruptly raised his head and roared in a heart-wrenching rage, "If you think this will make me submit—then you are seriously underestimating me, Xu Fu!"

However, Ye Jinming's eyes remained unmoved, and the Swift Swallow in his hand flashed.

"ah----"

This time, it was the left leg, severed at the knee!

An even larger fountain of blood gushed forth, and Xu Fu the Second Stroke swayed violently, almost fainting.

The intense pain felt like countless steel needles, repeatedly piercing his nerves and consciousness.

Damn, this young man can't take a joke, resorting to sneak attacks, he has no sportsmanship!

In this extreme pain, his thinking was forced to become clearer and more rational.

Xu Fu regained some clarity, but also felt even more desperate. He realized that the person before him didn't care about his life or death, or rather, didn't care about the life or death of this "vessel."

My dantian is destroyed and my meridians are broken—this person is very cautious; he chose such a useless body for me.

But how could he know my methods? I possess the Nether Sea Returning to Origin Force, the Law of All Things, and the Great Vehicle Void Treasury, all of which allow one to unleash unparalleled martial power without needing a martial arts foundation!

Just give me three days, no, two days will be enough.

Screaming in his heart, his survival instincts and wisdom accumulated over thousands of years led him to quickly devise an extremely risky plan, but one that theoretically offered a glimmer of hope.

The new Xu Fu, as if following a template, made the same decision: first, stabilize the other side, and try to secure his slim chance of survival.

Suppressing the excruciating pain that nearly made him faint and the dizziness from blood loss, Xu Fu relented and said, "I can answer one question for you first, but after that you must give me a day to rest. Otherwise, even if you kill me, you won't get any information."

It seems that every Xu Fu was equally afraid of death and pain!

Ye Jinming feigned concern, staring at him for a moment as if weighing his options, but it was all an act. In the end, he nodded in agreement, "Okay, let's begin."

Xu Fu, the second one, felt somewhat reassured and dared not delay or play word games any further.

He began to dictate the cultivation secrets of the Imperial World's Amazing Treasure Manual clearly, word by word—

After Xu Fu finished speaking the last word, Ye Jinming closed his eyes and pondered for a few breaths, quickly going through the key steps in his mind to confirm that the logic was consistent and there were no obvious traps or contradictions.

He then made Xu Fu recite it several times, and even surprised him by making him recite the beginning and end of the poem, in order to verify it.

"Very good." Ye Jinming uttered two words calmly.

After carefully confirming the authenticity of the technique given by Xu Fu, Ye Jinming followed the same method, raising his sword and severing Xu Fu's head once again.

The head flew off, and blood bloomed like the final fireworks.

Those eyes, which had just been gleaming with a faint hope, were instantly swallowed up by boundless darkness and the eternal "accident".

Even in death, Xu Fu couldn't understand why the other party was so decisive and resolute.

A moment later, the new Xu Fu took over the position of another criminal at the same time (poor Death Division, guess how many times this has happened?).

After going through the same process again, Ye Jinming asked with a mocking look in his eyes, "Tell me, what's the recipe for the Death Potion? Remember, don't try anything funny—"