Bitter Realm: Have the Four Realms been united today?

Chapter 35 Taboo, The Truth Behind Academician Li's Death

"Your damned crying finally attracted a kind passerby."

"That person had just arrived here by train that night, and hadn't even had time to put away the documents and files in his hand."

"He originally intended to go to the convenience store to buy some daily necessities, but at that moment he heard your cries and pleas."

"That kind person earnestly persuaded them to let you go."

"But they had evil intentions as soon as they saw the man's bag."

"They couldn't rob you those few days, so they wanted to rob that other person to make up for it. Who told that person to meddle?"

"But what that kind person carried in their bag wasn't money, but the future of a nation."

"The man held onto his bag tightly, and when they failed to rob him, he stabbed the kind man in anger."

"He was thinking of you before he lost consciousness, and he unlocked the door to let you out."

"When the bolt rattles and the door opens a crack, it's like a drowning person seeing the surface of the water; you can't care about anything else."

"All you did was scramble and crawl away! You completely ignored the savior who was lying beside you, who had saved you, and ran off without paying him any attention."

"The person ultimately succumbed to excessive blood loss and passed away despite all efforts to save him."

"Alas! Good people never live long."

"If you hadn't run, or even just told someone before you ran, that person wouldn't have died."

"It's such a pity that he gave up the huge reward offered by the United States and a better research environment, all for the sake of revitalizing China."

"But because of you, you ungrateful wretch, you lost your life in vain."

"Because China lost this top talent, it was unable to break through the US blockade in related fields, suffered a complete defeat, and had to endure the bullying from the US."

"Shut up...please, stop talking..."

Xuanming curled up on the bed, his hands tightly covering his ears, tears mixed with cold sweat soaking his clothes, his sobs sounding like the mournful cry of a dying animal.

"Tsk tsk tsk, look at your cowardly and incompetent appearance, how pathetic."

"What a pity! It was all an act; you really hate them, don't you!"

"No, no, I didn't, I didn't!" Xuanming shook his head desperately in denial.

"Let me think about what the teachers and classmates who helped you said after this happened..."

"Oh! I remember now."

"They want money, so just give it to them! You won't starve if you skip a meal!"

"You ungrateful wretch! Why wasn't it you who died?!"

"besides……"

"Shut up!" Xuanming roared, interrupting the man, but soon that deep, seductive voice rang out again.

"You hate the two-faced teachers and classmates who help you. They clearly advised you to rebel before, but then blamed you for rebelling."

"You hate that your teacher did nothing and let those people bully you."

"You hate those who bully the weak and hate that the public turns a blind eye and allows them to do evil."

"You hate everyone in the Dragon Kingdom, you hate that they imposed their anger on you, even though you are also a victim, those people are the murderers."

"You hate Academician Li even more, hate him for insisting on saving you, making your life worse than death."

"I didn't!" Xuanming shouted hoarsely, but his consciousness gradually succumbed to the overwhelming wave of negative emotions.

"You have!"

"You are such a despicable person, ungrateful, unappreciative, always thinking only of escaping. You are a person who will always hold a grudge, and you shouldn't even exist in this world!"

You shouldn't have been born!

It shouldn't have been born!

A few words echoed wildly in Xuanming's mind, extinguishing the last glimmer of reason.

The pain and struggle on his face gradually subsided, replaced by an emptiness of utter despair, and the light in his eyes was completely extinguished.

"I hate those people, I hate everyone in China, I hate Academician Li, I hate!!!"

"I am a despicable person, I should not exist in this world."

"Yes, yes, it's better to speak out your hatred. Why suppress it?"

Seeing that Xuanming had finally taken the bait, the voice impatiently revealed its intentions.

"Come on, let me help you. Concentrate and imagine that dagger, the one that stabbed Academician Li in the body."

"The police officer handling the case showed you the dagger. I know you have a photographic memory, so you must remember what the dagger looked like."

"That dagger!"

In the room, Xuanming's eyes were lifeless, and he muttered to himself. The mark on his forehead, which was almost blending into his skin, was becoming brighter and brighter.

After a cup of tea, a dagger took shape in Xuanming's mind.

At the same time, in his right hand, which was clenched loosely, blue light flowed, and a dagger exactly like the one in his mind materialized, appearing cold and heavy in his palm.

It was a very ordinary-looking switchblade, about ten centimeters long, with a silver-white blade that reflected a cold light.

There were some scratches on the black hilt, and near the guard, there were a few dark red streaks, like dried and darkened bloodstains that could not be completely wiped away.

"Hahaha! Very good!"

The demon's voice was distorted with excitement, "Hold on tight! Soon, you will be freed from this endless torment!"

Xuanming gripped the hilt of the knife as instructed, slowly raised his arm, and pointed the trembling blade at his heart.

"Stop! Don't stab here. You're too weak and inexperienced. You won't be able to kill him."

"Up, further up, yes, this is it."

"Stab him! Academician Li is waiting for you, don't hesitate!!!!"

Xuanming, like a puppet controlled by strings, twisted his wrist, and the sharp tip of the knife pointed directly at the throbbing vein on the side of his neck.

His eyes were devoid of any light. He mustered all his strength and thrust his arm fiercely towards his own neck!

The blade sliced ​​through the air, its chill already touching the skin.

The demon's laughter reached its peak in Xuanming's mind, filled with frenzied joy.

At this critical moment.

"Mommy has something to do. Xiao Xuan, play with these other kids for a while, don't run around. Mommy will be back soon!"

I hope we can meet again alive!

"Would you be willing to become my disciple?"

Three completely different sentences, like stars suddenly shining in the darkness, or like a helping hand extended when drowning, suddenly crashed into his lifeless heart!

The dagger, about to pierce his skin, instantly disintegrated, transforming back into a faint blue light and retracting into the mark on his forehead.

His out-of-control right hand, propelled by inertia, clenched into a fist and slammed heavily against the side of his neck with a dull thud.

A striking red mark immediately appeared on her snow-white skin.

The intense pain brought Xuanming fully awake.

He lay on the bed, panting heavily, his clothes soaked with cold sweat. His heart was filled with immense fear and relief at surviving the ordeal, followed by an unprecedented hatred and anger towards that demon.

"Since you keep bothering me and won't let me go, then you won't have an easy time either!"

"The more you tell me not to do something, the more I'll do it!"

"I will grant Mr. Yue's request!"

"You're insane!" The demon's voice was unusually exasperated.

"Do you want a repeat of what happened to Academician Li?"

"Do you want to drag the world down with you?"

"I'm not crazy!"

"This place is different from China; what happened to Academician Li may not happen again."

"If I leave Huanchen Buwu, searching for the divine artifact on my own will be like looking for a needle in a haystack; I won't be able to complete the mission."

"Only by staying can we find a sliver of hope."

"Divine artifacts may not be absent from the goals of Huan Chen Bu Wu."

"I can't hide it from Mr. Yue, so I'll just tell the truth. Anyway, there are some things I want to say but can't bring myself to say them."

"Even if Mr. Yue knows I need the divine artifact, as long as I have no intention of harming Huan Chen Bu Wu, he..."

"They won't kill me!"

"It seems that this other world has finally become too much for you to handle."

The demon's voice turned cold, tinged with annoyance at being defied, "Fine, I'll see how you reap what you sow, hahaha!"

"Get lost! You failed again!"

The voice in my head finally disappeared completely, and extreme mental exhaustion swept over me like a tidal wave.

Xuanming could no longer hold on and let himself fall onto the bed, not caring whether it would aggravate the whip wound on his right shoulder, and let his consciousness drift away.