4-42: "Is it fun to mess with me?"
Until finally losing consciousness.
Huai Yan only belatedly felt that excruciating pain was overwhelming her entire body.
He did not choose to feign compliance with Jiang Feng.
Anyway, he won't die now, but Jiang Feng's death is just around the corner.
Huaiyan lay on the ground, breathing with difficulty, feeling dizzy.
Fortunately, Jiang Feng doesn't dare to kill him yet, so Huai Yan is the only one in the warehouse right now.
Everyone else was guarding the door.
Huai Yan felt an itch in his throat, coughed up a little blood, and his lips and teeth tasted of rust.
He slowly touched his head, which was throbbing slightly, and then realized with a start that his upper body was covered in blood.
His face, neck, and light-colored coat were all covered in scarlet, making him look extremely creepy.
Huai Yan remembers that pain with perfect clarity.
The pain he felt when he was stabbed at Fu Tingyu's wedding was exactly this kind of pain.
One can sense the despair of a person's life slowly slipping away, yet feeling helpless and powerless.
“…73.” Bloodstains appeared on the boy’s dry lips.
He asked with great difficulty, "Will I die?"
073 looked at the boy in this state, but could do nothing but worry.
"I won't die, I won't die." 073 was drenched in sweat, his mechanical voice almost choked with tears, "Don't talk nonsense..."
Although I know that even if Huaiyan dies, he only dies in this world.
But 073 still couldn't help feeling uneasy.
He felt he couldn't bear to watch a vibrant life slip away before his eyes.
But Huaiyan was no longer able to think carefully about anything at the moment.
His mind was completely confused, and he only vaguely heard 073 say "No".
That's good.
He will definitely have time to wait for Jin Xiuchen to come looking for him.
Huaiyan's breathing grew weaker and weaker, and her eyelids became increasingly heavy.
He wanted to just fall asleep and never wake up again.
Ideally, you shouldn't have to worry about anything or ask anything.
"Yan Yan?!" 073 exclaimed in surprise, immediately shouting, "Don't fall asleep! Wake up!"
In fact, Huaiyan can hear the sound of 073.
He was just so sleepy that he involuntarily closed his eyes the next second.
073 continued shouting like a madman, trying to wake the boy who was almost unconscious.
Voice and reason tug at each other, moving from one extreme to the other.
Huai Yan finally had to admit that he had underestimated his opponent.
Unbeknownst to them, they were ambushed and imprisoned in a remote and abandoned warehouse.
All of this could have been avoided if he had just dodged quickly enough.
Huaiyan forced himself to open his eyes, but only for a moment.
He then began to experience tinnitus and a buzzing in his head.
A few seconds later, Huaiyan seemed to have all her strength drained away, and she closed her eyes completely.
The wounds covering his body went deep into his bones, causing the boy to tremble unconsciously.
His fingertips trembled, and he felt as if his eyelids were filled with lead, weighing a ton.
The boy struggled to open his eyes, trying to think of a way to escape.
But I was truly powerless; my mind became a complete blank.
Amidst the complete darkness before him, Huaiyan thought in despair.
If he really died like this, he might not even have had time to say goodbye to Jin Xiuchen.
He never expected that, unlike the previous five hosts,
Huai Yan was not killed by a vengeful ghost, but was ambushed by Jiang Feng.
Thinking of this, Huaiyan's breath became faint, and she finally sighed.
That's settled then.
Those who wanted to resist have already done so; if the mission fails, it can only be attributed to bad luck.
Just as Huaiyan was about to have 073 activate the pain shield so he could quietly watch himself die.
The boy's body was suddenly lifted up gently by someone.
He was embraced in a slightly cool, yet incredibly spacious, hug.
Who is it?
Huaiyan's vision was blurry, and she subconsciously tried to use the movement to turn her head to look at the other person.
Before he could even recognize it, he heard a familiar voice.
"He was only gone for half an hour."
The man's voice was deep and hoarse, his whole body exuding a low pressure and carrying an unspeakable anger.
He had clearly only been gone a short while.
The once vibrant and bright boy lay lifeless on the ground, covered in blood.
Men rarely show their emotions outwardly.
Right now, all he wanted to do was grab that damn bastard and kill him.
He possesses the most ruthless methods; his blood is as cold as ice, cruel and merciless.
The man carefully pulled the boy into his arms, his hands trembling.
He couldn't imagine what the boy would have become if he had arrived even a second later.
At the same time, 073 promptly activated the pain shielding system.
Huaiyan struggled, and with her last bit of strength, she slightly opened her eyes.
But he saw nothing.
The one holding him was the Ghost King.
_
The noise and chaos were mixed together, including angry shouts and questions.
Then came a deathly silence.
When Huaiyan woke up in the hospital, she had a splitting headache.
He was abruptly awakened by 073's wailing.
"Good heavens!" 073 finally breathed a sigh of relief, crying with snot and tears streaming down his face. "I almost thought my life was over!"
The host remains unconscious, and the system cannot detach itself from the plane without authorization.
If anything happens to Huaiyan, don't even mention that the AI World will make 073 take full responsibility.
073 himself really wanted to die.
"Why are you so scared?" Huai Yan blinked with difficulty. "He's not dead yet."
As soon as he finished speaking, Huaiyan was attracted by a commotion.
He might be in the ICU.
He could see the person outside the door was extremely anxious, with veins bulging on his forehead and a low-pressure aura emanating from him.
That was Huaiyan's lover.
Jin Xiuchen.
Or rather, his other identity.
Ghost King.
Ten meters away, Huaiyan turned her head and looked at the man from a distance.
However, the eye contact did not last long.
For some reason, 073 turned off the pain blocker.
The moment the cheat failed, Huaiyan was overwhelmed by excruciating pain.
He was in so much pain he could barely breathe, and in his mind he kept whimpering to 073, "I'm the one who's going to die..."
“There’s nothing we can do about it,” 073 sighed helplessly. “If we don’t turn off the pain blocker now, what if something happens because you don’t have a full understanding of your own physical condition?”
Huaiyan's head grew heavier and heavier, and the intense pain made him feel as if his internal organs were being torn apart.
The blood seemed to be gushing from his wound, making the boy slowly feel life slipping away.
“You won’t die,” 073 said, then reassured her, “As long as you wake up from your coma, then you’re fine.”
If a person falls into a coma and never wakes up, the system detects that the host's consciousness is weak.
Then Huai Yan will be forcibly sent back to the AI world, at which point the mission will be considered a failure.
"That's good."
Huai Yan breathed a sigh of relief and asked, "What's going on outside? I thought I heard someone cursing?"
"Oh." 073 responded casually, "It wasn't Jin Xiuchen who cursed him, it seems to be a friend of his, but he didn't stop him."
Huai Yan could see through the inkstone that there were many people surrounding the ward, inside and out.
There are Huai's father and mother, the Huai family's butler, Huai Yi's secretary, and Huai Yi himself.
And Jin Xiuchen's friends and... Jin Xiuchen.
The group of people stood tightly packed in front of the doctor, as if they were trying to make things difficult for him.
Huaiyan almost laughed.
...Actually, it has nothing to do with doctors.
He himself didn't want to wake up.
However, Huaiyan simply couldn't laugh anymore.
As soon as he slightly parted his lips, Huaiyan's eyes widened suddenly.
He coughed violently into the air, a strong metallic taste rising in his throat.
The rather pale hand, hidden beneath the oversized hospital gown, gripped the bed railing.
Huaiyan had no choice but to bend over and vomit onto the ground.
But because she couldn't vomit anything, Huaiyan's pale face turned red, and her eyes became moist.
It wasn't until there was nothing left in my stomach, and my entire mouth was filled with a bitter taste, starting to taste bitter and sour.
Huai Yan slowly sat back down.
His chest heaved violently as he listened to the piercing alarms emanating from the various unfamiliar instruments around him.
...It's so noisy.
Suddenly, Huaiyan heard the door to the ward click shut.
He turned his gaze over there again.
But they found that Jin Xiuchen was already standing at the door of the ward.
Jin Xiuchen, contrary to his usual self, wore the same suit as last night and still looked presentable, not appearing to have completely lost his mind.
The man looked terrible; his eyes were bloodshot and his voice was hoarse.
The already pale lip color had now turned almost white, as if it had lost its vitality.
But after thinking it over...
Huaiyan still didn't know how to face men now.
He wasn't angry that the other person had kept it from him, but a sense of powerlessness always lingered around him.
Huaiyan didn't know how to express this feeling.
Now, just looking at Jin Xiuchen makes his heart ache terribly.
It turns out that Huai inkstones have never been chosen.
From beginning to end, it was just Jin Xiuchen all by himself.
The Ghost King was him, and the refined university professor was also him.
Huaiyan smiled weakly at Jin Xiuchen, tears falling from the corners of her eyes onto the white sheets.
The tears were scalding hot, and soon they pierced a small dent in the soft bed sheet.
Soon, the tear seeped into the fabric and disappeared without a trace.
It was as if it had never existed.
The next second, the door to the ward opened with a click.
Jin Xiuchen barged in.
Everyone tactfully made way for the imposing man to stride into the ward.
Jin Xiuchen strode to the front of the ward, shortening the distance between the two who were gazing at each other from afar.
Huaiyan remained motionless, her gaze fixed intently on the man.
He wanted to say something, but in the end he could only remain silent.
"Baby," Jin Xiuchen said in a deep, hoarse voice, "you're awake."
Huaiyan chuckled softly again.
He said, "Yes."
Finally, Huaiyan asked another question.
"Jin Xiuchen, is it fun to play tricks on me?"
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