Chapter 1747: Chapter 1777: I’m Just Such a Cunning Tough Guy
Yu Huan Shui stared at the portrait on the page, his hands trembling slightly.
Then, as if a thought struck him, he muttered to himself, “If your senior sister is him, then the other senior sister and those senior brothers, could it be that…”
Yu Huan Shui hurriedly flipped through the pages. Although he had been creating within the Boundary Sea with little worldly experience, he was aware of the rumors from five hundred years ago, and had seen two of them in person. Besides this second senior sister, he had also seen another woman.
This was a terrifying speculation. If it were confirmed, he feared he might have pierced a great sky-sized hole.
On the page, another portrait slowly emerged, revealing a different delicate face from Ye Wushuang’s. Her eyes were captivating, her red clothes striking, holding a huge hammer, exuding murderous intent.
Next to the portrait, a small line of text was written: “Su Yunbing!”
Just one glance, and Yu Huan Shui’s body trembled. He dared not continue to flip through.
“Do you know my senior sister?”
Li Xiaobai asked, noticing Yu Huan Shui’s strange demeanor.
“Hehe, just a brief encounter. I didn’t expect you to be their little junior brother. Your story is fascinating. Let’s stop for today, let me digest it, and I’m sure I can write a good story.”
Wiping the cold sweat from his forehead, Yu Huan Shui laughed and prepared to close the book.
But just as it was about to close, a line of red text in the corner caught his eye: “Warning, you have read forbidden content. Forbidden beings will arrive on the battlefield in three seconds.”
Hmm?
Red text?
Yu Huan Shui was taken aback. In all these years, he had never seen red text. It was just memory reading, so why the alarm?
To be safe, he quickly added another line of small text on the page: “Forbidden beings shall not harm Yu Huan Shui.”
“That should do it.”
Yu Huan Shui closed the page, exhaling a long breath. The volume of information today was immense, he had learned a huge secret. However, Li Xiaobai’s experiences were truly thrilling, the most tumultuous among those he had known.
If transcribed into a book, it would surely endure.
“Thank you for your cooperation, young brother. A gentleman’s word is his bond; I will tell you where the fifth person is.”
Yu Huan Shui looked at Li Xiaobai and said, casually releasing the binds.
Strangely, though the page on Li Xiaobai’s face was closed, it still had a slight gap, not fully restored.
Yu Huan Shui stepped forward to check it out. His fingers barely touched the skin when a ‘screech’ sound was heard.
The page on his face was suddenly torn away, and simultaneously, a pair of snow-white, slender jade hands reached out, grabbing Yu Huan Shui’s head. A slight force was applied, and the sound of cracking bones echoed incessantly.
“What is this?”
“Whose hand is this?”
“Why does your memory contain such a thing?”
Yu Huan Shui was taken aback and wanted to break free, but the hands were too strong. His head was twisted bit by bit, and with his cultivation level sealed, his strength was weak, completely unable to resist.
Li Xiaobai was also stunned speechless; so many incredible things had happened in such a short time.
However, those snow-white tender jade hands gave him a strange sense of familiarity. In the Abyssal Domain, the snow-white large hands that broke out from the City Lord’s body seemed to be these, belonging to his second senior sister.
The slender jade hands twisted a few more times, and a light ‘eh’ sound was heard.
“Eh, this touch, feels like someone I know.”
Yu Huan Shui trembled: “This voice, also sounds like someone I know, could it be Immortal Ye in person?”
The voice realized, “Oh, it’s you, Yu Huan Shui. The restriction I placed on my little junior brother was triggered by you, so it means the little junior brother has now entered the Eighteen Levels of Hell?”
Yu Huan Shui nodded like a pecking chicken: “Precisely, precisely, I was discussing the path of literature with Immortal Ye’s little junior brother, never imagined to disturb Immortal.”
“Since our last meeting, I can’t forget the Immortal’s elegance at the card table. Next time, I shall vote for Immortal to be the dealer!”
Yu Huan Shui tried to curry favor, bringing up past card games to spend time.
Li Xiaobai clearly saw that a crack appeared on the surface of Mr. Yu’s face. Then a page was released. While talking to stall for time, he wrote a line of small text on the page with pen and ink: “After Mr. Yu’s head is twisted off, it automatically flies back to his neck, restored to its original state.”
“Young junior, finding your way here, you’ve done a good thing.”
“But you must have read his memory. Dare to touch the young junior, knowing our secrets, how can we let you live?”
“At the card table, even four people can play. You may die now.”
Ye Wushuang’s cold voice rang out, her hands suddenly exerted force, violently twisting Mr. Yu’s head off. Blood splattered three feet high, and the round head rolled to Li Xiaobai’s feet.
“Little junior brother, stay put. Senior sister will come find you.”
The straw hut echoed with these words. Those hands retracted, the page on Li Xiaobai’s face healed, and he touched his face, it was as good as new.
“When did second senior sister leave a restriction inside you?”
“I didn’t even sense it.”
Yang Chen’s voice echoed in his mind.
“I don’t know either. This 18th Level of Hell is so terrifying. This person’s ability is terrifyingly extreme, didn’t expect to be killed by a single move from second senior sister.”
Li Xiaobai found a place to sit down. Things happened too fast, he hadn’t fully processed everything yet.
Even Yu Huan Shui, someone Yang Chen dared not lightly underestimate, stronger than Baihe Boy, died so simply?
It was terrifying indeed. None of the ruthless ones locked up here were easy to deal with.
Just as he caught his breath, the page opened on the face of the head on the ground slowly closed, and the head floated up, flying towards Yu Huan Shui’s body, aligning perfectly on the twisted-off neck.
Yu Huan Shui’s body trembled, his hands holding the head as he slowly stood up.
“Immortal Ye’s methods remain sharp as ever, almost sent to the netherworld as a lonely ghost.”
Yu Huan Shui twisted his neck several times, looking at Li Xiaobai, a sinister smile spreading across his lips.
“How is this possible, being dead but flying back?”
Li Xiaobai’s jaw dropped, utterly shocked.
“Didn’t you already guess it? Power of Laws, Law of Fate, as long as the words are written in memory, they will come true.”
Just having reattached his head, Yu Huan Shui was still adjusting, speaking a bit unclearly.
“Words written on the pages, even effective on the deceased?”
Li Xiaobai felt a chill down his spine.
“Naturally, it has no effect on the dead, but Immortal Ye only twisted off my head. The body is dead, but the Divine Soul hasn’t dissipated immediately. As long as I retrieve the head before the Divine Soul vanishes, it’s fine.”
“A mere fatal injury cannot take my life.”
“Kid, your story is fascinating. I will write it down. But for now, I must flee. Immortal Ye acted first, breaking the balance of the 18th level. I have to find the others for coalition support. I’m just such a clever and ruthless character!”