novelraw Chapter 391 - 128: Reentering the Realm of Land Immortal
Chapter 391 - 128: Reentering the Realm of Land Immortal
He picked it up and took a look; the texture was almost indistinguishable between real and fake.
He closed his eyes and quietly listened.
The rustling wind sound gradually turned into footsteps, and the roar of vehicles gradually began to merge with the low growl of the Disaster Beast.
Was he trapped in a siege by the Disaster Beasts?
"Yo, isn’t this our great web novel protagonist, the mighty Jiang Si?"
A clear voice filled with mockery rang out.
It must have been some kind of hallucinatory howl from the Disaster Beast, and then he was pushed from behind, causing Jiang Si, who was still perceiving the outside world, to fall to the ground.
He opened his eyes for a glance; three hooligans, all with cigarettes dangling from their mouths, grinning and watching him.
"Back then, we were beaten badly by you, weren’t you so arrogant? ’The strong remain strong,’ ’ants aren’t worth my full strength,’ weren’t these the clichés you used? Why are you now lying on the ground without moving? Weren’t you very cocky? Why aren’t you tough anymore?"
Another hooligan said, "Heard it was to save that girl, Lu Ya, that you got hit by a car, haha. Otherwise, we couldn’t really take revenge."
"Yo, a hero saving a beauty, really watched too many web novels, haha."
The three burst into mocking laughter.
"Didn’t you look down on us before? And now? Jiang Si, who’s the ant now, and who’s the strong one?"
The leader with sunglasses kicked Jiang Si, then took the cigarette butt from his mouth, intending to press it onto Jiang Si’s face.
Suddenly, his wrist was grabbed forcefully and pulled!
The leader with sunglasses staggered, unable to react before a pair of scissors swiftly stabbed into his neck and then withdrew.
The action was as fast as lightning, clean and efficient.
The remaining two hooligans couldn’t even see what happened; they just saw the man clutching his throat, making a "huh huh" sound as blood massively blocked his airway, attempting to grasp desperately at Jiang Si.
This was followed by another quick series of stabs, the blood stains on the scissors thickening, as the sunglasses man slid softly onto the ground.
"You jerk!"
The young man with scars on his face had not yet reacted when he shouted angrily, rushing over with a steel pipe in hand, ready to smash down.
Jiang Si turned his head, reaching out with his left hand to grab, only to have two fingers directly broken, yet he didn’t even look, grabbing the steel pipe with his remaining fingers, even letting the broken fingers hang on it.
The scissors went straight for the wrist.
The young man screamed in pain, instinctively letting go of the steel pipe.
But having fought before, he knew yielding meant doom here, so he gritted his teeth, viciously pulled out a small knife from his pocket, and stabbed towards Jiang Si’s face!
Yet Jiang Si merely gave the stabbed-in scissors a sharp twist and turn.
Using the scissors, he forcibly split open a large part of his wrist!
This time, the young man with a scar on his face finally cried bitterly, unable to hold the knife, merely kneeling on the ground begging.
Jiang Si took a deep breath, dragging the scissors as the scar-faced youth followed crying two steps forward.
"It’s not because you’re weak that you’re ants."
He turned his head to look at the last boy, seemingly a high school student, who had already wet his pants, his legs shaking too hard to even dare to run away.
"But because you’re ants, that’s why you’re weak," Jiang Si softly asked, "Isn’t that right?"
The high school student nodded feverishly like a chicken pecking rice, "Brother Jiang, please spare me..."
"Jiang Si!"
Before Jiang Si could answer, Lu Ya approached from the alley, holding a can of cola.
...
Sitting in the car, Lu Ya beside him was desperately trying to remain calm, clutching his hand.
"It’s okay, it’s okay, they attacked you first...it’s just self-defense, and we have witnesses..."
Jiang Si simply looked silently at himself in the rearview mirror.
Who am I? Where am I? What am I going to do?
I have to admit, the Full Bloom Magical Girl’s power indeed exceeded Jiang Si’s expectations.
He couldn’t help but start considering things he had never thought about before.
Although Lu Ya was flustered, she still took him back to the hospital, constantly calling home over the phone.
Killing two people is ultimately a big deal in the real world, and Lu Ya kept emphasizing Jiang Si acted in self-defense.
Although Lu Ya’s family had some influence, it probably wouldn’t be smooth sailing.
Regardless, there would likely be police coming to arrest him tomorrow.
If this were the real world, it would be this way.
"I’m sorry, it’s all my fault, all my fault for taking you there, you shouldn’t have left the hospital in the first place, I’m sorry it’s all my fault for coming back so late...I just wanted to buy a bit more for you to drink, I’m really sorry, if it weren’t for me..."
"What does this have to do with you? Can’t you stop being sentimental?"
Toward Lu Ya, who cried at every little thing, Jiang Si merely grew impatient, telling her to quiet down a bit.
The clatter of pill bottles filled the air, nurses pushing through as someone outside cursed, surrounded by crying sounds.
Outside, sharp police sirens blared noisily.
The girl’s tears streamed uncontrolled over her hands, her breath becoming rapid, her visual field filled with chaotic, unbearable unfamiliarity and disarray.
Cold sensations pressed from all sides, weighing down on his broken yet ordinary body.
He pushed away the clinging Lu Ya, ordering as she tried to follow:
"I’m going to the bathroom, don’t follow me."
Opening the bathroom door, upon closing it, the messy chaos was instantly cut off.
Cold and quiet breath.
He looked at the person in the mirror.
Weak, grim, along with the eternal restlessness and anger that would never disappear.
As if returning to the time struggling to find Extraordinary Power, to find the great path, that unbearably anxious restlessness.
He pulled at the corner of his mouth, showing a smile.
"I am Jiang Si."
The person in the mirror said.
"I am Zi Yuan."
He spoke again.
"I am Si Motu."
He laughed together with the person in the mirror.
He took out the scissors to wash off the blood under the faucet.
Then, he casually stabbed it into his own temple.