CRACK!
Uncle Bian expressionlessly prodded Huai Shi's face with an electric baton. Sparks flew as it crackled, and Huai Shi convulsed violently, screaming in agony.
The electric baton was withdrawn.
Huai Shi gasped violently for air, spitting out blood and saliva in large gushes.
Perhaps the basent was too stifling. Uncle Bian, suppressing the urge to cough, bent over and grabbed Huai Shi's hair, his aged face twisted fiercely. "Speak! Young man, tell , what conspiracy are you brewing? What secrets are you still hiding?"
"Mysteries? Sounds like a good read!" Huai Shi choked violently, then asked with a cough, "Old man, at your age, you still read novels..."
Sparks flew again.
Uncle Bian took a step back and slowly sat down on a chair, watching Huai Shi's wretched state as snot and saliva flowed freely. The light illuminated his beast-like vertical pupils, shaded with indifference and savagery.
"Nice colored contacts..." Huai Shi spat out the saliva in his mouth, asking curiously, "Where did you buy them?"
"Really? Thank you." Uncle Bian touched the corner of his eye and said calmly, "After all these years, it's the first ti I've heard soone complint my eyes. You don't need to be envious. If you were born at the Border, all this cos free of charge."
Huai Shi raised an eyebrow but said nothing.
"Listen, kid, maybe you think you're on the side of justice, and Green Day is evil... and to so extent, you're right." Uncle Bian chuckled softly. "You see, in the Current Circumstances, many people like Western movies—the free Knight-Errants with their guns and White Horses, battling gangs and injustice... Romantic and thrilling.
In reality, the Border is like the Wild West, but not everyone is born to be a Knight-Errant, nor does everyone have the right to romance and passion.
Most of the ti, all we can be are the backdrop walls for heroes to save, the inconspicuous poor, re tools to provoke a hero's righteous anger...
Often it seems like we have many choices, but in truth, we have none."
He stared at the disheveled Huai Shi, his expression unchanging. "Just like , just like you now.
We are enemies, young man, and we should fight to the death—why should I, born at the Border, not rightfully die there, according to the rules?"
"That sounds really reasonable," Huai Shi lanted genuinely. "It seems like you're all a bunch of unfortunate souls, just like ... So, since we're all brothers in hardship, why must one make things difficult for another? Why not let go so we can be best friends?"
Sparks flew again.
The electric baton left a charred mark on Huai Shi's chest.
"Listen, young man, I've said all this to tell you one thing: Green Day isn't a bunch of lunatics. Even if we're seen as ruffians, bandits, and terrorists, we usually follow rules. In fact, we keep our promises even more faithfully than your Astronomical Society." Uncle Bian leaned forward, coughed softly, and studied Huai Shi's face. "I can assure you a good rest and a safe return, but you must be honest."
His cold gaze bore into Huai Shi's eyes as he questioned, word by word, "What, exactly, are you hiding?"
"What else can I hide? I'm practically baring it all, aren't I?" Huai Shi laughed, amused, gesturing to his naked upper body. He retorted, "Didn't Feng Ping tell you? My na is Huai Shi, male, seventeen years old, a student, part-ti Xinhai action officer and secretary... A Second Stage Sublimator, just a Mountain Ghost who can only plant grass. What could I possibly have to hide?"
He stared back at Uncle Bian earnestly, asking, "You've nailed here. What else is there for to fear?"
"Yes, what is there to fear?"
Uncle Bian observed his face blankly. After a while, he slowly rose, started to cough uncontrollably, and covered his mouth. Others tried to approach, but he waved them away.
After a long mont, he finally cald down, his eyes downcast.
"I'm sorry, young man. Perhaps I'm wrong?" he said softly. "But I am afraid of you."
His fear was undisguised.
As he gazed into those eyes, so reminiscent of ones he'd seen before, he finally understood the source of his unease. Hadn't he personally witnessed such a gaze once? So calm, yet so indifferent, as if the weight of death ant nothing. It was a gaze that cruelly surveyed all, devoid of malice, yet equally devoid of tenderness...
"Prepare for the live broadcast," he suddenly instructed. "Rod, pack up. After we kill him, we'll leave."
Rod was startled, looking up at Uncle Bian in astonishnt. But when he saw that indifferent gaze, he shuddered involuntarily, said nothing, and obediently started packing.
"So, you're going to kill now?" Huai Shi laughed through his coughs. "Aren't we friends?"
Uncle Bian looked down with pity, gazing at him. "Even friends must say goodbye one day, won't they?"
Death was drawing near.
But the torture finally ca to an abrupt end.
With the placent of the spotlight, the harsh atmosphere vanished. Except for Huai Shi's panting, everything seed to grow tender.
In the rare silence, the young man seed liberated from his pain. Head drooping, he imagined invisible strings vibrating and couldn't help but hoarsely hum the lody of a nursery rhy.
Peaceful and warm, as if bidding farewell to a dear friend.
*Ah, it will never change, let us be friends for life... At this hour, we bid each other farewell, until the day we et again...*
"What's he singing?" the man holding the whip frowned. "I'll make him shut up."
"Let him be. Don't bother with him," Uncle Bian said coldly. He stood before Huai Shi, silently observing him until the hoarsely humd song finally concluded.
As the spotlight turned on, the boy with downcast eyes appeared on the screen.
The live broadcast began.
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In that instant, the Sublimators frantically running towards their target within the city received an urgent warning from Yao Queer. "Hurry up, they're starting the live broadcast ahead of schedule!"
The team leader was startled, fumbling to snatch soone else's phone to open the broadcasting app. "Who is it this ti?"
Yao Queer paused, her voice turning complex. "Xinhai action officer Huai Shi..."
Before she could finish, a blood-stained face appeared on the live broadcast screen.
Countless comnts flashed by.
"Aweso, the third one already!"
"They're starting early? Not even a heads-up! Good thing I finished in the toilet fast!"
"Wow, this guy's quite good-looking. Such a pity to die like this. Hey host, can you sell him to ? I'll give two Source Crystals!"
"Confird, it's a little brother!"
"Get lost, gay guy upstairs."
"Looking so flirty, is he a Cowherd from the Astronomical Society?"
"Hurry up, get it over with!"
Amidst the malicious stream of comnts, Uncle Bian reached out and took the gun from Rod, cocking the slide. The burly man holding the whip yanked Huai Shi's hair, forcing him to face the cara.
Uncle Bian slowly raised the pistol and pressed it against Huai Shi's forehead. "Sorry, young man," he said. "I didn't really want to kill you."
"Neither did I."
In that mont, Huai Shi grinned, smiling at him.
Then, to Uncle Bian's astonishnt, a hand suddenly clamped onto his wrist, twisted it, and crushed the fragile bones, completing a standard disarmant maneuver and snatching the gun.
Imdiately after, he aid it at the hand gripping his hair and pulled the trigger. A single shot.
Next, he targeted Uncle Bian's knees, firing twice.
Finally, rising from the ground, he crippled Uncle Bian's arms with a third and fourth shot.
With Uncle Bian on the ground and screaming, Huai Shi slowly rose. Clenching his teeth, he pulled the half-driven nail from his flesh and gazed down indifferently at the man's terrified face. "—And besides, I wouldn't do that."
Their biggest mistake was thinking that iron was enough to bind Huai Shi.
Even if it caused him intense agony.
For Huai Shi, this was all too familiar.
During the not-so-long confinent, those two nails, perhaps Border Relics, had long lost their effect under the disintegrating power of the Hand of Confinent and Alchemy Fire.
As the young man burst forth, all his restraints shattered.
Erald flas ignited from the young man's body. From the crevice in his chest, it seed as if endless toxic fire surged. Darkness spread like a tide, turning into a nightmarish mist.
In the dim mist, the Mountain Ghost stepped through pools of blood on the ground, slowly moving forward.
"Co on—"
The young man looked around at the shocked faces, mockingly beckoning them with his finger. "Let see what Green Day is made of!"
In agony, the burly man with the whip roared. Electricity sparked on his whip as he lashed it towards Huai Shi's head.
Then Huai Shi aid at his forehead and pulled the trigger.
BOOM!
Brain matter splattered.
"Idiot..." Huai Shi lowered the gun, retracting his gaze. "Next!"
Amidst the roar of gunfire, the iron door was kicked open. The Sublimators preparing to retreat sensed the situation inside, took out long guns and short cannons from their boxes, and aid at Huai Shi.
In the instant the triggers were pulled, Huai Shi could even hear the crisp sound of the firing pins rubbing within the chambers as their index fingers moved.
Almost as if sliding, he suddenly moved three steps from his spot, raising his pistol to return fire.
Flas burst forth from the barrel.
After two loud bangs, the empty click of the hamr ca from the gun.
No more bullets.
Huai Shi casually tossed aside the pistol, now a re burden. It struck Rod, the hunched-over man in the corner, squarely on the forehead, knocking him to the ground.
Then, facing the three Sublimators rushing towards him, he raised his right hand.
From his palm, Brilliant Light burst forth along with steel, solidifying into the silhouette of a Long Spear. It was a weapon that had torn through four hundred years of wind and moon, pierced the vast distance from Ro to Arica. The Spear of Compassion manifested here.
With his swing, Dragon Blood splattered.
Wherever it passed, pure white Iris flowers silently blood from the floor.
So splendid.
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