Chapter 777: The Train's Summit

“Tian Tang Kou…?” Wei Yang asked.

“Um.” Qi Xia nodded. “Talking with someone who can Du Xin is really convenient.”

“There’s a really wide playground there…” Wei Yang slowly forced out a sinister smile. “Can I hear the Dao Cao Ren song there?”

“It’s a big project, but if that’s what you want, of course.” Qi Xia nodded. “There are plenty of corpses there already, and there will be even more.”

“You’re such a weirdo.” Wei Yang said. “You’ve been with me for so long, yet you haven’t asked a single question.”

“Maybe I can Du Xin too.” Qi Xia replied. “Let’s meet at Tian Tang Kou.”

Seeing Qi Xia about to turn and leave, Wei Yang finally couldn’t hold back.

He pointed at the black pearl above Qi Xia’s head and said, “Are you really going to run around the streets with that pearl…?”

“Yes.” Qi Xia laughed. “It’s the best lie detector, and even Di Ji can’t defy it. Not only that, you personally demonstrated how to use it for me.”

“You…” Wei Yang was stunned. “You’re going to go question Di Ji while under Tian She Shi Ke?!”

“Yes, you said it yourself—this is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.” Qi Xia gave Wei Yang a cold smile. “If I’m not mistaken, the Tian Ji moments are going to become more frequent from now on.”

Wei Yang nodded after hearing that. “Even if you figure out everything that’s happening… there won’t be many people left alive here. What are you going to do then?”

“No one will die.” A mad grin spread across his face, and his eyes suddenly widened. “Even if the Tian Ji exhaust themselves, the people here will be fine.”

“Your Sheng Sheng Bu Xi is exactly…?”

“I haven’t tested its limits yet.” Qi Xia said. “This is the perfect chance, so don’t be afraid of dying—just turn into a corpse. It doesn’t matter how gruesome the death is.”

Wei Yang pondered for a few seconds before asking, “What if your Hui Xiang fails…?”

After hearing that, Qi Xia’s lips curled up, and he whispered to Wei Yang, “When you were holding that black ball earlier, you should have asked me that question—I would have been doomed for sure.”

“So you don’t even know the answer to this…?” Wei Yang asked with a stern face. “Aren’t you afraid this place will spiral out of control because of your ability?”

“Out of control would be ideal.” Qi Xia said. “This place is just one total meltdown away.”

“Qi Xia… what exactly are you…?”

“Stop wasting my time. Either go back to your farm and wait to die, or go to Tian Tang Kou and wait to die.”

With that, Qi Xia pushed past Wei Yang and walked out the door.

Wei Yang stood in the room, staring blankly at Qi Xia’s retreating figure. He had come here full of conviction, but Qi Xia had completely disrupted all his previous plans, leaving him unsure of what to do next.

Perhaps from the start, he shouldn’t have teamed up with such a dangerous person. All he wanted was a straightforward partnership where one plus one equals two, but the other side was trying to use him to unravel the laws of the world.

Their levels seemed worlds apart from the beginning.

“So you’ve finally gone mad… Maybe that’s a good thing… Heh heh…” Wei Yang bared his teeth and looked up. “Tian She… I’m heading to Tian Tang Kou right now… I’ll find out everyone’s plans… Just you wait.”

…

Qi Xia stepped out onto the street. By now, all the black raindrops from the sky had fallen, hovering above every living person’s head.

“There are more survivors than I imagined.” Qi Xia murmured to himself, recalling the recent “storm.”

Was it that the Tian Ma Shi Ke had weakened its lethality, or were there just too many living people here?

This place was as vast as a whole city, with people scattered and hidden everywhere. Finding them would require relying on Tian Ji Shi Ke.

With that, Qi Xia reached up toward the pearl above his head, trying to touch it.

But it seemed to have a life of its own—as he moved his hand closer by a centimeter, it moved away by a centimeter, always keeping its distance.

Qi Xia shook his head, confirmed his direction, and continued walking forward.

This pitch-black storm had unusually brought wind to the Zhong An Zhi Di.

When that sticky, foul-smelling breeze brushed against their faces and made it impossible to open their eyes, people finally realized that the comforting winds of the real world had turned into bone-scraping blades in the Zhong An Zhi Di.

It whipped up fragments of clothing from the corpses on the ground and stirred the red dust in the air, carrying these stench-laden things into the already foul sky. There, they swirled for a long time before falling back down.

Wind? This wasn’t wind at all. It was the corpses of seventy years and the endless wails of countless unresting souls.

…

The Lie Che.

Qing Long strode through the train, with sealed doors on both sides. He didn’t stop, continuing straight ahead. Before long, the wooden doors on either side gradually disappeared, leaving only endless walls.

After walking for a while longer, he finally reached the end of the entire Lie Che.

At the end was a half-open iron door.

Qing Long gently pushed it open and looked inside. There was a large round table, and around it sat several people—some slumped on the table, others leaning back in their chairs, all sound asleep.

In the center of the table stood an ornate clock, ticking away.

Qing Long furrowed his brow and scanned the group, then glanced at the empty chairs, feeling a bit odd.

Where was Tian She?

He cleared his throat, but seeing that no one responded and they remained asleep, he walked sternly through the room to the iron door on the opposite side.

This iron door was larger than the previous one and was firmly shut.

Qing Long shifted his body toward the door, and in the blink of an eye, he vanished from his spot and reappeared on the other side.

This was an extraordinarily vast, pure white room, like a colorless imperial hall.

The first thing that caught his eye was a solitary tree in the center of the hall. It looked decades old, its lush green leaves standing out starkly against the entire Zhong An Zhi Di.

Qing Long circled around the tree and walked a few more steps, coming to a series of steps leading upward, with two thrones at the top.

Tian Long was lounging lazily on the right throne, his body slightly tilted, eyes half-closed, and his right hand propping up his cheek, still deep in sleep.

The vast room was eerily quiet, as if devoid of any living beings.

Qing Long stood at the base of the steps, eyeing Tian Long coldly.

The two had identical faces, differing only by a small mark on their foreheads.

“You brought a message to Tian She…?” Qing Long asked softly.