Chapter 912: Dead End

My brain was racing, considering countless strategies, and in just a few seconds, I came up with innumerable countermeasures.

Unfortunately, when dealing with someone of this stature, my only hope for survival was through these strategies, while he could kill me with just a flick of a finger.

"I really don't know anything about Jian Mo," I replied. "You know my name means you know me. In your memory, have I ever had contact with Jian Mo before?"

I steadied my mind and subtly moved my fingers, but whether it was my eyes playing tricks or Hui Xiang failing, the person in front of me didn't mirror the movement.

"Things have come to this point..." The man looked at me, his eyes revealing an extremely manic expression. "For Jian Mo to appear at a time like this... doesn't that pique your curiosity...? Yan Zhi Chun... this might be your last chance to come clean."

"The last... chance?"

"I can stoop down to talk to an ant... that's already a blessing you've earned over three lifetimes." He let out a mad laugh. "How much time do you think I'd waste on you?"

Ant... I didn't like that term at all.

Everyone here desperately wanted to "live." They experienced joy, anger, sorrow, and even death and rebirth in this place. No one here was just an ant.

Thinking of that, I channeled my resolve and slowly stepped back half a pace, but the person in front of me still didn't move.

I knew I had activated Hui Xiang, yet he completely ignored it.

Bai Yang had clearly said that no upper-level beings here could "immune Hui Xiang", so how was he doing this?

If the Tian Niu I was about to face was the same... then I would surely lead Ji Dao to their death on the train.

"Ah...?" The person in front of me paused slightly, suddenly widening his eyes at me. "Yan Zhi Chun, do you know how to use a toy water gun to pierce through a wave?"

"A toy water gun... to pierce through a wave?"

He slowly stepped forward, and in the next second, my feet moved uncontrollably, stepping forward as well.

It was Duo Xin Po...

I widened my eyes in an instant. This was bad...

"Once I discovered I could seize others' sanity, I rarely used such a lame control method again..." He grinned menacingly, and to my horror, I grinned along with him...

We were less than three steps apart, both wearing the same mad smile, but I was shaking all over.

While I could control others' actions, I could never control their expressions.

"Yan Zhi Chun... this must be the little trick you rely on to survive, right?"

Seeing me shake like a sieve, he laughed as if toying with an insect, then withdrew the Duo Xin Po suppressing me. He hadn't done anything, yet I was utterly defeated.

This was like trying to pierce a wave with a toy water gun—I was the toy gun, and he was the raging storm.

I knew I was really going to meet my end here. Once I realized that, the fear in my heart actually lessened a bit. Since death was inevitable, I'd rather go out provoking him than begging for mercy.

Not everyone gets the chance to provoke a monster, so I had to make the most of it.

"Are you Qing Long?" I asked.

"Oh?" The man looked at me with mild interest. "Did Bai Yang tell you about me?"

"I guessed," I said. "You don't seem like Di Ji or Tian Ji, because you have no animal features, and you treat people like ants, which fits what Bai Yang said about the 'upper levels'. But it wouldn't make sense for a supreme ruler like Tian Long to appear before me, so you must be Qing Long."

"How interesting!" Qing Long burst out laughing. "Smart ants are the most entertaining!"

I swallowed hard and continued, "You've got the wrong person if you're looking for me. I'm just a lowly operative—I do whatever I'm told from above. If you have a grudge with Bai Yang, taking it out on me is just pathetic."

"A grudge... that's not quite right." Qing Long shook his head. "We're close collaborators, after all... Sharing tactics between partners isn't a big deal, is it? So tell me... what exactly did he say in Jian Mo?!"

Yes, after calming down, I caught the key point in that statement.

Why Jian Mo?

"Qing Long... if you're so curious about Bai Yang's tactics, you must have a lot of questions. Why are you only fixated on what was said in Jian Mo?"

"Hmm?"

"In other words, you can access everything else." I said, "You can know everything except what's in Jian Mo. Does that mean you can 'monitor' things?"

"Ha!" Qing Long looked at me with great interest and nodded vigorously. "Yes! I've been listening all along... but why did the plan suddenly stop?!"

If everything he said was true, it meant he really had some kind of collaboration with Bai Yang, but Qing Long couldn't figure out Bai Yang's intentions. If he asked Bai Yang directly, it would make him look incompetent, so he turned his sights on me.

"I won't say anything," I replied.

"Fine, three sentences." Qing Long held up three fingers. "I've given this ant more than enough time. I'll give you three sentences to satisfy me. If not, I'll strip away your sanity and throw you out on the street, leaving your 'dear Sheep Bro' all alone. Your choice."

"Even if I turn into a Yuan Zhu Min, I won't say a word..." I said quietly. "After all, I have my own goals to fight for. I'm nothing like you lunatics."

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"That's the first one." Qing Long retracted one finger.

I knew Qing Long wasn't joking with me—after all, I wouldn't joke with an ant on the ground either.

How could I ensure I survived?

Right now, I was the only one who knew about Sheep Bro's plan. If I died, the consequences would be unpredictable. Although Ji Dao still existed, they would lose their ultimate goal forever.

Sheep Bro would struggle to find a suitable replacement and reorganize the plan within a year or two, and even if he did, that person couldn't command Ji Dao. The only ones who could command Ji Dao are me and Jiang Ruo Xue, and Jiang Ruo Xue only follows my orders.

So I couldn't die, or else Zhong Yan Zhi Di wouldn't be liberated, Ji Dao wouldn't be liberated, and tens of thousands of rotting souls wouldn't be liberated.

"Qing Long, you've committed enough sins. The Ye Li and Yin Guo you're accumulating will lead to massive retribution. Even if you see human lives as worthless as ants, don't you want to think about your own future?"

Qing Long's expression changed slightly after hearing that, but he quickly composed himself and retracted another finger.

"That's the second one."

If it were Sheep Bro, how would he survive in just three sentences?

Wait...

If it were Sheep Bro, why would he put himself in a situation with only three sentences?

I was following his line of thinking—I'd already lost.

"Go on." Qing Long said, "Delaying won't help."

"I've said my piece." I replied, "Just two sentences."

I have my own way of thinking. So what if he's Qing Long?