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nChapter 230 Battle Royale: Survival of the Jedi (XX)

nWei Shiliu died a dozen times in a row, and was at the end of his tether.

nFrom the asphyxiation, he almost turned his entire stomach upside down, spewing vomit, water dripping from his mouth, his eyes slack.

nChi Xiaochi’s mental body was embraced by Lou Ying from within and his ability to go berserk gradually ceased.

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nSaying the formula “the ghosts of the fading amount”, he falls completely silent.

nLou Ying also let his silence go, not asking questions, not making any extra movements, just wrapping his arms around his waist and clasping his hands in front of him so that his mental body could lean on him in the most comfortable position.

nTo the live viewers, Bai Anyi was simply kneeling on the floor, her hands hanging naturally, her neck slightly tilted back, her eyes tightly closed, wondering what she was thinking, or what she was planning to do.

nAfter a while, Chi Xiaochi closed her eyes and asked Lou Ying, “Is it two minutes yet?”

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nLou Ying confirmed the time: “A few seconds to go.”

nChi Xiaochi : “Hmm.”

nLou Ying asked him, “What were you thinking?”

nChi Xiaochi: “I don’t think about anything, I just rest.”

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n”Two minutes, is that enough?”

n”That’s enough.”

nChi Xiaochi pauses for a moment, neck slightly lowered, still not looking back at Lou Ying : “Your injury ……”

nHe was afraid to turn around and see a bloody gourd.

nLou Ying’s consciousness took him by the shoulders, not forcefully, and told him to turn back.

nChi Xiaochi was a bit instinctively resistant at first, but listening to Lou Ying has become somewhat instinctive.

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nEventually, he turned back around.

nBoth are consciousnesses co-existing within the Bai Anyi consciousness, each with a human form glowing with golden light, the surface of which floats and sinks like flowing water, mingling in one.

nChi Xiaochi touched his chest and found neither a broken bloody hole nor a heartbeat there.

nUnder a delicate touch, countless data is flowing through him.

nFor a moment, Chi Xiaochi didn’t know whether to be sad or to laugh.

nBy the way, he thought, his Lou brother died once, and now he’s in the system and won’t die again.

nHaving finally confirmed this for herself, Chi Xiaochi was amused by her own irrational behaviour.

nHe tilted his head back and tried to apologise for this reckless act.

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nBut before he could speak, his hair was gently stroked by Lou Ying, a gentle movement, like dusting off a precious Wen object.

nChi Xiaochi : “Brother, I ……”

nLou Ying was half-kneeling, patting the back of his head with one hand and supporting his knees with the other, “It’s all right, it’s all right.”

nHis fingertips swept over the ends of Chi Xiaochi’s eyes, naturally causing him to close them.

nAnd Lou Ying just kissed him on his left eye.

nThe lips are warm and the feeling of imprinting on the eyes is wonderful, soothing more than amorous, not condescending sympathy or self-righteous pity, just total affection and tolerance.

nLou Ying said, “Go ahead. Do what you want to do.”

nChi Xiaochi says, “I want to do things that may not be so good or right.”

nLou Ying simply said, “Do it.”

nChi Xiaochi looked him in the face, “…… not afraid it’s depravity?”

n”I am, in fact, the same person as you.” Lou Ying said, “If you think this is the fall, I will fall with you, and where I fall, I will settle with you. Within your radius is my world.”

nChi Xiaochi takes a deep breath.

nFrom the outset, he had no intention of trying to do the agency’s bidding.

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nIf you take the path set by others, even if you step on a mountain of corpses and are lucky to get out of this hunting ground alive, Bai Anyi will be reduced to a slave, a slave.

nOne lives to live better, does one not.

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nIn the live stream, the audience broke into a collective cursing fit after the initial silence.

nIn the second half of the race, they were all tempted. Some of those who had watched early on and invested exclusively in the second half of the race put a large amount of money on Chi Jiangyu, while others invested all the money they could muster on Chi Jiangyu in order to recoup their early losses.

nAs a result, not only did they fail to see the expected spectacle of Chi Jiangyu killing more than seventy psychics, they also watched as their god of wealth was pierced through the chest with one hand by a pick-up artist, Wei Shiliu.

nIn the eyes of the gamblers, it wasn’t blood that clattered out of his wounds, it was all money notes.

nA mountain of curses came down on Wei Shiliu.

nIronically, within seconds of this, there was a surge of people buying Wei Shiliu shares.

nHowever, after just a few dozen seconds, Wei Shiliu suffocated and collapsed, dead.

nApart from those who bought Wei Shiliu, who were shocked and enraged to experience the sensation of falling from heaven to hell in a second, those who lost their money on Chi Jiangyu really did applaud.

n”Well done!!!”

n”That’s it, screw him!”

n”Exciting! Now that’s real excitement!!!”

nThey don’t care what kind of powers this Bai Anyi has, they don’t care what his anger, breakdown and despair stem from, as long as he puts on a good show and gives them a good time, his value is at an end.

nThat’s the kind of “excitement” they want.

nThree dizzying reversals in a row and the institution looked dumbfounded.

nIn case the night was too long, the institution locked up the betting board after Wei Shiliu died for the third time and settlement began immediately.

nBy the time Wei Shiliu died for the umpteenth time, the various sums had been calculated and paid immediately.

nThis payment does not go through the bank and is not deferred, it arrives instantly.

nThe official broadcast was not closed after the accounts had been fully settled.

n…… This is for the audience’s viewing experience.

nWei Shiliu’s fingers, amidst the frenzied shouting of the gamblers, moved slowly.

n…… He has one life left, the last one.

nIt’s a good thing the madman who killed him over and over again didn’t realise.

nWei Shiliu wanted to break his neck, but the pain he had just suffered had taught him to be fearful in a short time.

nUntil now, he had no idea what this madman’s psychic powers were.

nHe had only one life left and no more capital to fight this madman.

nHis dice, long ago when he was in agony, were thrown a dozen paces away from him.

nWithout the dice, Wei Shiliu simply cannot unleash his power from thin air.

nHe squinted his eyes, which were muddied with snot and tears, and actually found the small iron plate he had eaten into his belly earlier, lying still in his vomit, emitting a thick stomach acid gas, and just an arm’s length away from him.

nWei Shiliu’s eyes lit up.

nNow he pinned his whole hope of survival on that little iron sign he once despised so much.

nHe raised his hand as cautiously as he could, eyeing Chi Xiaochi, while inch by inch, he reached for the small iron plate.

nAlmost …… is still a little short of ……

nThe iron plate is fitted with a transmission recovery device on the inside and a small fingerprint slot on the outside. The transmission is only possible when the right index finger is pressed into the slot and the code is spoken verbally, the voice system accepts the message and recognises it as correct.

nChi Xiaochi, opposite him, finally opened his eyes after a long silence.

nWei Shiliu’s body was immediately chilled and he closed his eyes and held his breath to play dead.

nChi Xiaochi rustled to his feet and passed Chi Jiangyu’s fallen body, slightly misplacing his eyes without looking closely.

nHe calmly walks over to Wei Shiliu’s vomit, goes to his side and leans down to pick up the back of his ‘body’ by the collar, as if to drag him out.

nWei Shiliu almost rolled his eyes as his shirt was strangled to death around his throat.

n…… But an opportunity!!!

nHe tried to take advantage of this movement to reach for the iron plate, but the other man, whether intentionally or unintentionally, stepped on it as he was reaching for it, and also on Wei Shiliu’s sneaky fingertips.

nWei Shiliu nearly screamed out in pain as her ten fingers connected.

nIt was the limit of my ability to hold on to keep my face from distorting.

nOnce the opportunity was lost, in the blink of an eye, Wei Shiliu was dragged out of the vomit and towards Xiaochi pond, leaving a stain on the ground in vain.

nWei Shiliu panicked as he watched the small iron plaque move further and further away from him.

nNo more iron, no more strength, still don’t know where this white guy is dragging himself to ……

nHe cried out in his mind, teleport, teleport, teleport.

nAs long as he teleported now, it would still be too late, and he would still be one of the last three to survive. If he could save one life, wouldn’t he have as many lives as he wanted later?

nDiscussions were also taking place within the institution at this time on this issue.

nThe transmission is confirmed by the Emergency Response Department within the institution, the institution looking after the alien’s body and the institution in charge of the gambling board, and then the button is pressed at the same time in all three places.

nIn the past, the Emergency Response Department had never worked with such intensity and it was a relief to see it all come to an end.

nSomeone advised, “Teleport. That multi-shifter is gone, let’s at least keep these two.”

n”Yeah, teleport it. Don’t have any more surprises.”

nThe Minister of Emergency Management, who had lost his entire fortune suddenly, was inconsolable and had to work very hard to keep his composure.

nHe exhaled a foul breath and reluctantly said, “Pass ……”

n”Don’t open the transmission.”

nSo says Chi Xiaochi, dragging Wei Shiliu’s “corpse” on the screen of all the punters.

nAs he speaks, he looks up.

nA look as casual as it could be fell on those watching off screen, zapping the hearts of those watching.

nHe walked over to the Xiaochi pond and, without hesitation, pushed Wei Shiliu’s body into the pool with a loud thud.

nHe stood on the shore, one hand in his pocket, looking at his reflection in the water, “Teleport now, and I’ll kill myself. This man and I, only one of us can get out alive.”

nChi Xiaochi holds up his wrist, facing his watch, his expression calm, but his words are chilling: “Do you choose him or do you choose me?”

nWei Shiliu, who had falsely held his breath in the water in a desperate attempt to get by, had his heart sinking.

nThrough the waves of water, Wei Shiliu heard the contemptuous sneer of someone outside: “Your acting skills are too poor to pass. You can’t even pass the audition.”

n”How many lives you have left. I’m counting them all for you, one by one.”

nRealising that his disguise has been compromised, Wei Shiliu stops playing dead and stumbles to his feet in the pond, wiping a handful of water from his face.

n”Fine.” His face was the characteristic madness of an end-of-the-road fanatic, “Come on, kill me, Bai Anyi, use whatever you have. I’d like to see what other powers you have. That’s not all you’ve got, is it?”

nChi Xiaochi pulled up the sleeve tied around his waist and wiped his hands, “You’ll drown.”

nWei Shiliu froze for a moment and then laughed.

nXiaochi pond is not deep, just a few feet square, and at its deepest point it is just below the waist.

nWei Shiliu knew he was going to die, but he never expected to hear such a funny answer.

nHe spread his arms openly, “I’d like to see how you can drown-”

nWei Shiliu’s words didn’t even fall out of his mouth before he was swallowed by a choking gulp of water.

nWei Shiliu’s lungs immediately filled with water, and the alveoli seemed to explode one by one from the sudden influx of water, causing severe pain.

nBut his arm was twisted by a sudden hand from behind and his waist was clamped tightly, like a boulder, and he couldn’t move a muscle!

nWei Shiliu’s face is blue and white, his features are twisted and his throat rumbles with water.

nSuffocation is not the same as drowning, yet this time it brought a feeling of fear far greater than any other.

nHe only has one life left!

nHe doesn’t want to die!

nHis dice are not yet filled, why did his game have to end at this point ……

nWei Shiliu tried with all his might to twist his head away and beg for a clear death.

nIn the sinking black water, he saw something that made him incredulous.

n–The pale face of Bai Anyi was looking at him from the side, the corners of his mouth slightly raised.

nWei Shiliu’s eyes widened and he turned his head again.

nAbove the water, the shadowed face and the cold eyes, the same Bai Anyi.

nHe let out a silent and fearful wail.

nBut in exchange, the result is a deeper drowning and a gradual dissipation of spirit.

nThe water, which had just been waist deep, had now become a burial vortex for him.

nAnd until the moment of his death, he still did not know why he could see two Bai Anyi.

nThe audience could not understand Wei Shiliu’s fear before he died.

nTo them, it looked as if the Wei Shiliu had suddenly slipped and fallen waist-deep into the water, never to emerge.

n…… is almost like a black humour.

nChi Xiaochi sits cross-legged at the water’s edge and looks out for a while at the waves churning in and out, and soon gets bored of watching them.

nWei Shiliu’s last life, the audience’s curiosity and the importance the agency places on him are all pawns that he can use, leaving enough time for him to complete his final mission.

nChi Xiaochi began to meditate on the formula that he knew so well.

n”Ghosts of fading quantities”, the classical equation of calculus, involving infinitesimal quantities, was once thought by a certain bishop to be related to ghosts, and although it was later proved not to be valid, after some experimentation, Chi Xiaochi found that it was indeed possible to lend Bai Anyi the ability to use the formula to sift and capture wandering, festering, infinitesimal spiritual bodies.

nThe Locked Spirit Vase is unable to actively absorb the broken souls of the dead, and the formula fills this regret.

nThe powers that Wei Shiliu had absorbed from killing sixteen people increased the range of air that Bai Anyi could manipulate geometrically, directly to two thousand cubic metres.

nHe could use the two thousand cubic metres of air to his heart’s content, condensing it into a flashlight-like amplitude of light that scanned and stabbed in all directions, with himself as the centre of the circle.

nChi Xiaochi sits on the rocks at the edge of the pool, the rambling whispers of the dead ringing in his ears, and suddenly he wants to smoke a cigarette.

nHe was afraid of ghosts, and he still is after Lou’s death.

nInstead, he began to hope that there were ghosts in the world.

nThis formula he had seen in high school and he liked the romantic name so much that he forced himself to memorise it.

nAs for the ghost of Lou Ying, who foolishly ran to the place where she died, scribbled formulas on the ground and longed to see the ghost of Lou Ying, who was somewhere between “existence” and “non-existence”, Chi Xiaochi has classified it as “retarded behaviour” and sealed it in the depths of his memory because it was so silly.

nWhile others use white rice to invoke the soul and umbrellas, he uses formulas to invoke the soul.

nNot today, he wouldn’t even think about this silly teenage time.

nHe sat there with the soothing breeze blowing on his face and body, all in the midst of the present world, as if there were not a demon struggling with death in the pond before him, and the mournful cries of the spirits in his ears after their salvation.

nChi Xiaochi closed his eyes, withdrew his spirit and returned to the warehouse to speak of his plan to the other psychics still inside the locked spirit bottle.

nAnd it was during this time that Wei Shiliu lost a little bit of his breath.

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nFor the institution, there were quite a few twists and turns, a multi-shifter was gained and lost, but at least there was a Bai Anyi left and overall it was wonderful.

nSatisfied, the audience dispersed one by one, with some remaining in the studio to discuss Wei Shiliu’s death and Bai Anyi’s powers, whether it was teleportation or something else.

nIn the institution, the three parties finally managed to connect.

nConfirming that Wei Shiliu had no signs of life, the Emergency Response Department took the lead in signalling, “Transmit.”

nThey wanted to get this mess over with early on.

nThe second signal from the body in charge of the betting board, “Transmit.”

nThe head of the Preservation Service, who had suffered the most from Wei Shiliu’s death, was left in tears and said through clenched teeth, “Transmit.”

nThree buttons are pressed and all the “capsules” in the body’s storage area open in unison.

nHowever, all the other capsules had gone dark and the only one still lit up in blue was the only one left.

nThe two staff members went to the only normal “capsule”, confirmed that the three words on it were “Bai Anyi”, opened his eyelids, looked inside and announced loudly, “Vital signs are normal.”

nAs if stimulated by an external sound, Bai Anyi’s eyes roll twice from side to side and gradually wake up.

nThe staff assisted him in removing the restraints from his body and lifted the man who appeared to be still unconscious, “Congratulations, Mr. White, our newest member.”

nChi Xiaochi raises his hand and strokes the new collar around his neck.

nThis was put on them by the staff after they had passed out.

nHe turned his face, looked left and right at the two staff members, and then looked up at the huge floor-to-ceiling glass and cocked his head.

nOutside the one-way glass, the man in charge is holding the button for injecting the anaesthetic, his fingertips pressed against it, ready to give him a shot.

nThe man in charge was horrified when he came into contact with his sight.

n…… That gaze was as if he could see his own face through this one-way glass.

nAfter a few moments, Chi Xiaochi looks back at the staff member to his right and smiles before he speaks, as if he has something to say.

nBefore the staff member could ask a question, a chokehold was placed on the back of his neck.

nThe man threw himself into the air and threw the man at the huge floor-to-ceiling glass!

nThe glass was bulletproof, but the human body was not small, and the cannonball-like strike had created a large crack!

nThe petite girl who had emerged from the capsule dismantled her own capsule and, with a cry of rage, threw it out again and smashed it in the same place!

nBoom – snap ka –

nThe moment the glass shattered, Dan Shuang jumped up from the cabin and pointed one hand at the panicked man in charge – the

nThe hand of the man in charge, which had just grasped the poison injection button, suddenly went limp and fell to the ground, where it was blown into a scattered mess of parts by the next shifter’s direct long-range blast.

nLooking at the seventy-five aliens pouring out of the pod one after another, and listening to the alarm being sounded, Chi Xiaochi tumbled out of the pod and said to himself, “…… won’t be getting any new members.”

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