My Notoriety Spreads Throughout the World

Chapter 570 - 495: Death Invitation

The other party is... Black Rakshasa!?

He recognized this man, or rather, this man was once his nightmare.

Black Rakshasa and White Night Demon, the assassins Shuangsha of the Dawn Society, whoever was targeted by these two never survived.

As he saw the man getting closer, a strong sense of suffocation suddenly gripped Xuedong Ming’s heart. He wanted to get up and leave his seat, but his body wouldn’t obey, sinking deeper into the chair as if falling into a bottomless abyss.

"No... no, no!!" The fear of death made Xuedong Ming open his mouth wide and wail dryly, tears and snot streaming down.

Not until he stood up in shock did he realize that the people around him were looking at him with a peculiar gaze. In a daze, the sound of the storm gradually faded away, the pale light above swayed, and the buzzing and dizziness occupied his world.

There was no storm, nor a man walking on the wing. The woman beside him slept soundly, outside the plane, there was no storm, only a calm night sky. The black clouds rolled below.

Everything before was also a part of his dream.

Xuedong Ming once again felt relieved, collapsing onto the chair. The continuous stimulation left him exhausted, still feeling a lingering fear.

At this moment, he keenly noticed that the position of the suitcase he placed on the upper left had shifted, moving a few centimeters to the right.

This shouldn’t be. There should be a fixed slot on top. Could it be because of the earlier turbulence?

The series of experiences made Xuedong Ming very concerned about this subtle anomaly. As long as the plane landed, the people from the Pole Star Association would come looking for him, trying to get him out of Chichu Heaven, even if this document was stolen. Being the only one who could sense the presence of the Holy Relic through its resonance with the Eight-Spider Nest Mother, those lunatics had no reason to silence him.

It could be said that he was a walking piece of treasure, sought after by the forces under the dark currents.

As long as the plane landed, he would be safe.

At times like this, he couldn’t afford to let his guard down.

After hesitating for a moment, out of caution, Xuedong Ming got up, carefully bypassing the sleeping woman, ignoring the flight attendants’ advice, tiptoeing to retrieve the briefcase, and quickly walked into the restroom.

Xuedong Ming sat down solemnly, opening the suitcase on his lap, picking up the documents, and checking them one by one.

The handwriting on them was all his own. He had a good memory and could notice any irregularities at first glance.

After confirming everything was correct, Xuedong Ming nodded. At that moment, he suddenly noticed a black envelope under the last sheet of paper, edged with gold, with neatly written characters in royal ink on the surface, sealed with black gold wax, it looked...

It looked just like an invitation.

Xuedong Ming’s heart skipped a beat and then raced, a foreboding intuition grew wildly inside him.

"Excuse me, sir, did you leave something outside?"

A brief knock sounded, followed by a mature and steady voice.

"No, please respect my privacy and leave now."

The unease in his heart inexplicably made Xuedong Ming feel agitated. He seized the invitation as if possessed, tearing the surface decoration, and the unease grew into fear when he saw the contents of the envelope.

"Did you leave anything outside?"

"No, go away!" Xuedong Ming replied roughly, his tone nearly a snarl.

The rational line of defense had collapsed when he saw this invitation.

This invitation was the death invitation from Assassin Shuangsha!

"It must be a dream, this must be a dream too."

Darkness spread over, death whispered in his ears, Xuedong Ming constantly reassured himself, like inspired by his own words, his trembling gaze shifted to the sink where a sharp-edged razor lay.

Suddenly, Xuedong Ming frantically grabbed the razor.

Wails came from the bathroom, a man in a formal suit stood at the door, pinching the watch on his wrist, calculating the time in his mind.

Just then, the bathroom door was suddenly slammed open, and Xuedong Ming, his face covered in blood, stumbled out, clutching his eye socket, cursing with venom as he dashed forward blindly.

His brain trembled, Xuedong Ming went mad, the intense pain and fear obliterating his ability to think. He couldn’t understand why he couldn’t wake from the dream, why he couldn’t die immediately!

"Did you leave something behind?"

He didn’t know where to run, instincts drove him to run away from the man.

In his world, that well-dressed man seemed to morph into a devil, the darkness ceaselessly closing in, the man’s questions chasing him like maggots on the bone.

"Did you leave anything behind?"

"Stop asking, stop asking!" Xuedong Ming shouted, his eyes bloodshot. "Shut up!!"

Why did that damn guy keep asking that damn question!?

This must be a dream, it must be a dream, he had to wake up from this dream no matter what it took.

If only death could allow him to die immediately, then how could that be achieved?

In his mind, a silhouette of an object appeared.

A gun, right, as long as he pointed a gun at himself and pulled the trigger, no matter what, he would die!

Underneath his seat, there was a gun, prepared for him by the people of Pole Star Association, originally thought never to be used, but unexpectedly helping in this place.

Like a drowning man grabbing onto a straw, Xuedong Ming struggled, waving his hand as he swam forward, countless hands reached out from the darkness behind him, grabbing in his direction, the passengers in two rows sat like silent spectators in a mime, quietly watching this scene unfold, indifferent to the man’s plight, and he didn’t notice anything amiss, just kept fleeing, fleeing.

A distance of tens of meters became long and remote at this moment, when he finally reached the seat, he found a passenger had taken his seat at an unknown time.

"Get up, this is my seat!" Xuedong Ming’s gaze fixated on the spot beneath the seat where he could faintly see the iron box nestled in the gap.

Good, the people from Pole Star Association didn’t lie to him, they had truly prepared a gun for him, small yet lethal in this confined space, precise and effective!

He still noticed nothing odd.

The person in the seat remained unmoved.

"Didn’t you hear me?" Xuedong Ming shouted, "I’m telling you to get lost..."

The shout abruptly stopped.

Because he saw a bloodless face.

The owner of this face had lips white and cracked, a deep purple bruise on the neck, dilated pupils bloodstained, as if they had seen immense terror before death.

Blood dripped drop by drop along the hem of his clothes, landing on Xuedong Ming’s face.

This dead person.

Was himself.

The darkness engulfed Xuedong Ming, a pair of large and powerful hands rested on his shoulders.

The man in a black suit, dressed like a solemn and silent mourner at a funeral, spoke in a gentle and slightly hoarse voice in Xuedong Ming’s ear.

"Can I help you with something?"

Xuedong Ming replied, eyes dimly, "Take me away, I... have left behind my life."