Qin Le Yin, are you also a Hidden Sword Assassin with those prominent brows and eyes?

Impossible, right!?

Le Yuxin couldn't believe Qin Le Yin was also a Hidden Sword Assassin, but Qin Le Yin had indeed broken his final killing move—he moved unhindered in the darkness created by the Veil of Strife, his Combat Technique uninterrupted by the darkness, grabbing the adorable Le Yuxin with precision.

Rip!

The sound of tearing flesh and skin indicated some unspeakably bloody scene occurring in the darkness. Le Yuxin felt like a doll in a storm, enduring the brutal ravages of a ruthless tempest.

However, Le Yuxin suddenly became absent-minded.

Memories buried deep in Zhengwei's brain surged incessantly through Le Yuxin's mind. One after another, cruel images flickered under the light, accompanied by screams and cries piercing through his ears and into his brain, replaying relentlessly in his thoughts.

Those memories Le Yuxin never dared to revisit, he suddenly found himself capable of facing them now.

Previously, the reason he avoided exploring Zhengwei's memories, besides the 'it's not my business' attitude, was mostly because he feared assuming the role of Zhengwei the abuser.

As an ordinary person with little self-control, Le Yuxin feared empathizing with Zhengwei's 'cruel pleasure.' Much like a chaste War God avoids the Minotaur, fearing he might suddenly find it 'delicious.'

But now, Le Yuxin finally had the courage to recall Zhengwei's tragic life.

A childhood with a deceased mother and detesting father;

A youth twisted by practicing Forbidden Battle Technique;

An adult filled with self-loathing and hatred;

Those eyes filled with disgust;

Those eyes filled with fear;

He sank into despair because of pain, twisted because of despair, and found joy in being twisted.

He was trapped in the quagmire, unable to escape, eventually stopped struggling, instead drawn nourishment from it, reborn like a maggot.

This bloody brutal death.

It's fitting to be the end of Zhengwei.

All cruel pleasures will ultimately meet a cruel end.

Just…

In the darkness, Le Yuxin opened his eyes.

Zhengwei, it's your freedom to let fate toy with you.

But it's my right to resist too!

Let the memories of the dead not disturb and babble at inappropriate times!

Your despairing suicidal thoughts, don't become obstacles to my battle!

Rip!

Qin Le Yin's final blow in the frenzy crossed and tore, sending Le Yuxin flying backward. Despite the overwhelming urge to succumb to exhaustion, he stayed impossibly calm, preparing for one last counterattack!

Even at this moment, Le Yuxin hadn't given up!

The darkness had an exceptional effect on Qin Le Yin!

Aside from the first catch by the clavicle, Qin Le Yin barely used any light bursts in his combo, otherwise, Le Yuxin would have been reduced to a wreck, having to obediently swap to unit four.

It's evident, even if Qin Le Yin had light within to counter the darkness, it was scarce, incomparable to the white-haired assassin, merely enough for one attack.

Thus, Le Yuxin wasn't dead, he felt significantly injured but still savable!

Moreover, he had completely discerned Qin Le Yin's position from the previous assault!

Despite knowing that dying here might ease the burden. With Zhengwei's half-dead body, recovering would waste medical resources.

But Le Yuxin tonight was not fleeing to die.

If winning is not necessary, there should be no battle to begin with.

No forgivable failures exist anywhere.

Qin Le Yin.

Descend into hell with Zhengwei!

The prolonged darkness, in this moment, suddenly vanished.

As Qin Le Yin's eyelids once again soaked in moonlight, the airborne Le Yuxin launched an ultimate, fatal strike, his right hand hooked forward like a claw.

Formless Battle Technique.

Demonic Hand!

Even though Qin Le Yin instantly began forming Light Armor, he was still a step late, as the precise Demonic Hand pierced through his chest.

"Ah!"

Qin Le Yin clutched his chest, coughing a mouthful of bloody foam and kneeling down.

Le Yuxin fell to the ground, his body soaked in blood covering the floor.

"Zheng, ha, Zhengwei, haha…" Qin Le Yin looked at the wound on his heart, appearing to both cry and laugh: "This is our, fate, unyielding…"

Le Yuxin widened his eyes, barely standing as he propped himself up.

He had won.

The final strike pierced through Qin Le Yin's heart completely, and while a resplendent Martial Artist may recover swiftly, a vital wound like the heart could never heal solely through rapid cell regeneration.

He had won.

Someone from White Night should be looking for him. As long as he lasts until the Medical Officer arrives, he could survive even as a mess of flesh, and in a couple of days, play cards with Qing Lan to her shy delight.

He had won.

"Future Echoes" would continue updating, Dongyang District's reforms would press on, he could transport past life items here one by one, making familiar things appear on this land, turning here into his hometown…

He… won…

"Cough, cough!"

Le Yuxin suddenly felt breathless, coughing up two mouthfuls of bloody foam, even with his Ice Blood Physique, the difficulty in breathing indicated he was nearly unable to breathe.

He wiped his neck, finding his hands covered in blood.

He listened carefully, discovering the wind whistling through his throat, as the air compressed in his lungs escaped through the hole in his trachea. The ruptured blood vessels beside the trachea seeped into his lungs, further exacerbating his breathing difficulties.

Or perhaps it was no longer a question of difficulty; he was no longer breathing, and his brain was gradually beginning to suffer from oxygen deprivation.

The last strike of Qin Le Yin.

It completely tore his throat apart.

However, Le Yu's "Ice Blood Physique" was too formidable, making him hardly notice such trivial details, allowing him to sustain his final counterattack.

So, did I get screwed by my "Ice Blood Physique" this time?

Le Yu futilely clutched his neck, collapsing powerlessly to the ground. His heavy eyelids seemed to be constantly fighting, and his vision began to blur.

Plop.

Plop.

Qin Le Yin crawled over, inch by inch, until he reached Le Yu and collapsed into the pool of blood beside him, lying face to face.

"We are drawn to each other, like water droplets, like stars."

"We repel each other, like magnets, like skin color."

"Jing Zhengwei, there should be many people waiting for you below. But don't worry, they were just a bunch of worthless fools when they were alive, even less intimidating in death. I will go with you to tidy them up…"

"Let's start... a new journey together."

Oh-oo.

Am I really going to die this time?

I'm dead, Qin Le Yin is dead too. But how does a substitute activate? Ninety percent of my blood loss was caused by him.

Who's second in the DPS ranking?

Mr. Iron?

Or those two kids?

Or could it be…

Will I really just die like this?

Whether influenced by Jing Zhengwei's thinking or it's truly what Le Yu thought, he suddenly found the idea quite appealing.

No need to continue holding on.

No need to keep striving.

No need to keep going home.

Thinking optimistically, if I die I might just return to that world with wifi and computer games?

Thinking pessimistically, this world might have an Underworld, and the next storyline would be "Come And Kill Me Again If You Dare".

Regrettably, there was no time for a proper goodbye with them.

Moreover…

Le Yu turned his head, glancing at the tranquil blood-stained Qin Le Yin lying beside him.

I'm also tired.

"Hiss… Hiss…" He made a barely audible sound.

Qin Le Yin understood his meaning: "See you later."

Le Yu contentedly closed his eyes.

He had no idea how much time passed.

Perhaps a lifetime.

Or maybe just an instant.

Suddenly, he felt something gurgling in his mouth.

Subconsciously, he wanted to spit it out, but the taste was strangely sweet, prompting him to drink a few more gulps reflexively.

Le Yu opened his eyes.

He saw Jing Zhengwei's blood-masked, peaceful sleeping face.

He saw himself drinking the blood flowing from Jing Zhengwei as if desperately thirsty. Each sip seemed to automatically fill the wounds with light and force his damaged heart to beat again.

The Blood Drinking Eight Sword Stream… so this is what it means…

So, Qin Le Yin, you were trying to deceive me until the very last second before my death...

You really are...

Really are...

Suddenly, Le Yu felt drops big and small pelting his face.

Is it blood?

It's rain.

The densely clouded night sky suddenly unleashed a drizzling downpour. The golden winds from the East Sea finally brought a cooling rain to relieve the oppressive heat in Xuanzhu County.

The pitter-patter of rain beat down on Le Yu's face, washing away the blood and filth from his body.

His body was limp, with no strength at all, and his head was drowsy as if he might fall asleep at any moment. But Le Yu had no intention of moving.

He continued to drink Jing Zhengwei's blood, covering his eyes with an arm.

He opened his mouth to say something, but all that entered were raindrops.

In the end, he couldn't help but laugh.

His laughter was like that of a child whose parents had taken away his lucky money, yet he didn't dare to get angry.

Then he sighed gently.

"Don't rain such fitting rain."

(End of Volume Two)