Chapter 38

Chapter 38

“Go keep them company underground, Bo Suihan.”

He was laughing with sheer delight. Wang Xiao’s entire face was curved into a grin, both eyes narrowed to slits, completely ignoring the blood that had splattered onto his face from the stab just now.

Bo Suihan looked at him like this.

He vomited another mouthful of blood.

But he still had some life in him, and he managed to stagger over to Wang Xiao, reaching out to touch him.

“Squelch!”

Another sound of a knife stabbing flesh.

Bo Suihan felt his body stiffen, and he collapsed involuntarily to his knees.

All strength seemed drained from him, leaving him teetering.

“Wu Xiaojiu…”

His pupils dilated slightly, his body going completely limp, and with his last bit of strength, he stiffly turned his head back.

Only to see, the person he had trusted most since leaving the mountain.

Wu Xiaojiu was holding a knife with both hands, his face covered in blood, looking at him with a complex expression.

How come turning around brought another wave of heartache?

An inexplicable surge of tears; Bo Suihan’s eyes reddened, and now he was a complete bloody mess.

Tears streaked down from the corners of his eyes, washing away the mud and filth on his face.

[Ding, Long Aotian Affection Points -10.]

[Ding, Long Aotian Affection Points -10.]

[…]

The constant notification sounds echoed in his mind.

Wu Xiaojiu couldn’t help but raise the knife hilt.

“Don’t blame me. You owe me this.”

Bo Suihan thought he was going to be stabbed again, so he closed his eyes in desolation.

Ready to accept his fate.

But the anticipated pain did not come.

Bo Suihan thought his body had lost so much blood that he could no longer feel pain.

But then he heard a clang.

The sound of the knife hilt hitting the ground, followed by the sound of something heavy thudding onto the ground.

Bo Suihan frowned, forcing his eyes open in a pool of blood.

At some point, Wu Xiaojiu had collapsed in front of him.

A long bloody gash on his neck, and blood was already pouring from his mouth.

“Why go to such trouble?”

Wang Xiao turned his head away, unwilling to watch.

Bo Suihan’s eyes flickered, his brows furrowing almost imperceptibly, his mouth opening slightly as if to say something, but he had no strength left.

“This is what I owed you, and now I’ve repaid it. A life for a life. Bo Suihan, don’t hate me, and don’t dislike me.”

“In this life, you’ve shouldered too much, so I could only plot against the Wu Family and myself. If there’s a next life, I wish you were a fool, and I’d be good friends with you again.”

Wu Xiaojiu said through gritted teeth, forcing the words out. This speech was something he had rehearsed long ago.

Bo Suihan stared at him intensely for a moment.

Then he heard a ding in his mind.

[Long Aotian Affection Points +30, current Affection Points: 100!]

It worked. Wu Xiaojiu couldn’t help but laugh out loud.

At this moment, he could no longer tell whether it was blood or tears flowing down his face.

But the one thing he knew was that he felt both relieved and heartbroken.

The Wu Family had a future.

With Long Aotian’s heaven-defying Affection Points, the road ahead would only get smoother.

What was heartbreaking was that Bo Suihan was too foolish, starved of love.

He had clearly plotted against him, and stabbed him in the chest and back.

But just because he had turned the knife on himself.

This guy’s Affection Points not only recovered but even surpassed before.

For a moment, Wu Xiaojiu didn’t know whether to laugh or cry, only feeling a piercing pain in his heart.

His vision gradually blurred, and he closed his eyes before Bo Suihan.

Before death, the first thing to go is sight, and the last is hearing.
The silent factory suddenly echoed with footsteps again.

A graceful, lilting voice rang out.

“Why did you get yourself into such a state? I really shouldn’t have let you go down the mountain.”

The tone carried heartache and a hint of amusement.

Wu Xiaojiu only felt his body become light, his five senses completely disappearing.

…

The sound of waves.

Swoosh, swoosh.

Every breath Wu Xiaojiu took felt labored; he felt sand entering his nose, tickling.

The pain in his chest hadn’t subsided. Wu Xiaojiu rolled over in discomfort.

“Click, click.”

Something moved closer.

Wu Xiaojiu suddenly felt a sharp pain in his ear. He grimaced and bolted upright, only then realizing that he didn’t seem to be dead.

Instead, he found himself on a beach.

Naked except for a pair of shorts, and the pain in his ear was from a crab.

…

With great difficulty, Wu Xiaojiu pried the claw off his ear.

He tossed the crab back into the water like skipping a stone.

When he stood up, he looked around in a daze.

“Not dead? How could I possibly not be dead? And where is this?”

Wu Xiaojiu quickly patted his pockets and checked his wrist. He found that his phone, watch, and all his belongings were gone.

Left with no choice, he had to run barefoot out of the beach area.

He needed to find a convenience store and ask to borrow a phone to call home.

Wu Xiaojiu was completely unfamiliar with the surroundings. At a glance, it clearly wasn’t a landscape from his city.

After running a few steps, Wu Xiaojiu stopped again.

He tried calling out to the System in his mind.

Unexpectedly, although his watch and phone were gone, the only thing remaining on his person besides his shorts was the System.

[Curious about how you ended up like this, right? Want to hear the good news or the bad news first?]

[With me in this state, is there even any good news?]

[Of course there is. Long Aotian didn’t die, and his Affection Points toward you are holding at 99. You’re almost successful in winning him over.]

[What use is being almost successful? The main thing is to fully succeed, but the key is that in my current state, stranded in a strange place, how can I get back?!]

Wu Xiaojiu ground his teeth, hands on his hips, looking around wildly.

He noticed that beyond this empty stretch of beach, the area ahead was bustling with activity. Squinting, he looked over.

He found that the people there weren’t yellow-skinned Asians, but white Eastern Europeans.

[What’s the bad news? Don’t tell me I’ve been transported to some Eastern European seashore!]

[Holy crap, your brain’s working better than before. Yep, you’re currently in Eastern European territory.]

The sky had fallen.

Wu Xiaojiu tugged at his own face, looking around frantically.

To be honest, he was originally a good-for-nothing rich kid. Not to mention English, he even couldn’t recognize some characters in Chinese.

Now he’d been dropped in Eastern Europe with nothing to his name, not even a phone.

How the hell was he supposed to survive?

With what?

Forget surviving-right now he was an undocumented person. If Wu Xiaojiu got checked by the police, he’d truly be done for, finished!

Wu Xiaojiu was so anxious he was stamping his feet. If he were within his own country, a single call to the Wu Family, even if they were at the ends of the earth, they’d haul him back.

But this was abroad, and he couldn’t get a call through to his family.

He was utterly helpless, with no one to turn to.

Wu Xiaojiu’s only possession on his entire body was a pair of shorts. He was now worse off than Bo Suihan when he first came down the mountain.

In short, two words to describe his state:

Done for.

Three words to describe his predicament:

Totally done for.

[Don’t worry. That slash of yours was across your own neck. Don’t you want to know how you got here, and how you survived?]