Chapter 1261: Discord

On that back, there were countless wounds, and at this moment, only one wound had an eyeball stuffed inside it, shedding bloody tears.

Most of those wounds had begun to rot and become infected, but fortunately, Di She had a reinforced body, so he only felt unbearable pain in his back, which wasn't enough to make him collapse.

Xiao Ran saw the back and sucked in a breath of cold air. She gently covered her mouth and muttered softly:

“Eww… so ugly.”

She already had no fondness for “She,” and now this confirmed her thoughts even more. To her, every “She” here was strange.

“What's the issue with that?” Tian She said casually as he wiped his hands. “My ‘Gaizao’ techniques weren't skilled before, but they've improved now.”

He draped the towel over the arm of a nearby “Jiaju,” then patted it.

“Besides, this kid's ‘Jiajie’ is getting more proficient too,” Di She said. “Is that so hard to understand?”

Bai She turned his back to Tian She and slowly twisted his head around, using his pale profile to ask: “So… if you perform the same transplant surgery on me again, Teacher, you could succeed?”

After hearing this, Tian She adjusted his glasses, his brows furrowing slightly. He felt that Bai She's emotions were oddly off today.

“We'll analyze the specific situation specifically,” he said. “Why are you suddenly asking about this? Turn around and let me look at your eyes.”

“Isn't there an eye on my back?” Bai She pointed behind him. “Can you tell what I'm thinking by seeing that, Teacher?”

Tian She paused: “No.”

“What a shame.” Bai She slowly turned around and fixed him with a pair of ice-cold eyes. “Your prized skills can't convey this good news to you.”

He stepped forward step by step, his voice hoarse as he said: “My most respected teacher, I'm here to tear you to pieces.”

Tian She felt a chill run down his spine at those words, but he quickly regained his composure. He examined Bai She's eyes carefully and realized Bai She wasn't lying.

As she put on her clothes, Xiao Ran retreated to a corner. She didn't care about the grudge between the two men; she just hoped it wouldn't involve her.

“You're the ‘Zaofan Zhe’…?” Tian She asked, furrowing his brow.

“Yes.” Bai She nodded. “Even if I'm not, it doesn't matter—I’ll find a way to kill you eventually.”

“Wait…” Tian She reached out to stop him. “You know we're ‘Tianji’ too—we're forced into it. Not many of us are truly willing to die for those two. Can't we talk this out?”

Bai She furrowed his brow slightly at this: “What do you mean…”

“I surrender!” Tian She said. “I really don't want to die!”

…

There was a thud.

Tian Tu instantly knelt before Di Tu, her face growing even more panicked: “I really don't want to conflict with you all… I just want to return to the real world… What did I do wrong? Why should I die?”

“This…” The tall Di Tu looked down at the middle-aged woman kneeling before him, momentarily at a loss for words.

“Have I ever harmed anyone? Have I ever killed anyone?” Tian Tu continued, her voice trembling. “I'm a ‘Tian,’ but I haven't done anything. Why should I die?”

Tian Tu's questions pierced Di Tu's heart like needles, leaving him deeply hesitant.

He had never seen Tian Tu on the “Huoche,” and he'd never heard of anyone being killed by her.

Perhaps this woman was as she claimed—she had been asleep for decades and only awakened yesterday.

Now, suddenly showing up to kill her—wasn't that unfair to someone who knew nothing?

If Di Tu really thought about his enemies on the “Huoche,” it would definitely be Tian Shu.

His “Huixiang” had been discovered by Tian Shu by chance, and Tian Shu had used it to blackmail him. Every time he played a game, he had to use “Yuanbo” to broadcast for Tian Shu, or Tian Shu would expose it.

Although he didn't wear a collar like Di Shu, he had become Tian Shu's dog. He was treated like a joke, broadcasting live footage for Tian Shu every day, and Tian Shu even installed speakers in his “Penglai” game area to control him.

Thinking about it that way… maybe he didn't need to kill Tian Tu and should go straight for Tian Shu?

“Sis, get up first…” Di Tu said, brow furrowed. “This is making it hard for me to know what to do.”

“Do you believe me?” Tian Tu asked shakily. “I really just woke up… I don't even know what I should be doing now…”

“I believe you.” Di Tu nodded and helped the trembling woman to her feet. “In that case… are you interested in joining us?”

“Joining you…?”

“We're planning to break through all the ‘Dian’ here,” Di Tu said. “Whether it's the ‘Tianji’ or the ‘Shuanglong.’”

“I… I can't…” Tian Tu hesitated and shook her head. “I've said I don't want to interfere. I don't want to join either side—I just want to stay alive.”

“This…” Di Tu nodded. “That's a shame. You're a ‘Tianji’ after all—a powerful force.”

“I really can't trust you completely,” Tian Tu said. “‘Not interfering’ is already my biggest concession… You should go. You're injured like this yourself; there's no need to try persuading me anymore.”

Di Tu touched the wound on his chest and sighed: “You're right… I guess that's all. Sorry to bother you.”

He turned and walked to the door, about to reach for the handle, when he suddenly heard a strange sound.

It was a clanking noise, like metal scraping against metal.

Before he could react, he felt a chill in his chest.

He slowly looked down and saw a strange, rough iron needle protruding from his chest, with a drop of blood slowly falling from the tip.

Tian Tu stepped up behind Di Tu, her voice now completely steady, as if she were a different person:

“How dare you turn your back to me when you know I don't believe you at all?”

“You…” Di Tu tried to say something, but he felt a rush of sweet blood surging up his throat.

“You wanted to kill me but didn't. Now it's my turn to want to kill you.”

Di Tu mustered all his strength to swing a punch backward, but Tian Tu dodged it effortlessly. The iron needle in his chest was pulled out, spraying blood everywhere.

Turning around, he saw that one of Tian Tu's fingers had fully metalized into a long, rough iron needle.

He slowly pressed his hand to his chest, unsure where the needle had struck, and suddenly found it hard to breathe.

He bent over gradually, his eyes turning pitch black.

Why did it end up like this?

He had endured for so many years… why did he soften at the final moment?

“Sure enough, in this world… turtles live for a thousand years.” He murmured.