Chapter 195 Why Does His Soul Weep?
"Whoosh—"
Xin Que's question seemed to completely ignite the man's anger.
She quickly jumped into a nearby shop, dodging the thorns that were lashing out at her.
It seems like they really have a grudge.
Xin Que rushed into the shop only to find that she had entered a flower shop. She climbed over the counter and rushed into the lounge before Jing Ji could catch up, locking the door behind her.
Just as the thorns broke down the door, Xin Que had already climbed out the back door.
"Splash—"
Covered in shards of glass, Xin Que crouched down on the ground, her hands protecting her head, her knees on the ground.
When she looked up, she realized she had landed in a villa.
I feel like I'm familiar with this villa.
A middle-aged noblewoman walked past her stiffly, as if she didn't recognize her, muttering a name Xin Que had never heard before, and headed upstairs.
She is not human.
Xin Que tensed up immediately. She instinctively bypassed the woman and, driven by her body's reaction, ran up to the second floor.
Rushing into a somewhat unfamiliar princess room, Xin Que leaped over the dusty family photo on the table, burst through the window, and bounded towards the back garden of the villa.
The moment she landed, Xin Que made a decisive move and rushed towards the exit of the back garden.
The flower-covered passageway, adorned with roses, twisted and turned. Xin Que crossed one flower wall after another, finally bursting through a small door amidst the thorns and rushing into the space inside.
The rose thorns behind her left the flower wall like snakes and swiftly pierced towards Xin Que.
Dust was everywhere.
Xin Que didn't have time to analyze what kind of place the abandoned old house she was in was. Before the thorns could pierce her carotid artery, she quickly drew the decorative English longsword from the wall and deflected the menacing thorns.
As the man swung his blade down at her from the shadows behind her, Xin Que barely managed to raise her sword to deflect it.
"clang----"
The sharp sound of metal clashing almost pierced Xin Que's eardrums.
Quickly retreating to create distance from her opponent, Xin Que's gaze fell on the military knife in the man's hand.
The military knife in his hand looks so familiar.
Like the model I would use myself.
Xin Que's longsword drew an arc in mid-air, once again deflecting the man's military knife that was slashing at her.
This is troublesome.
Whether the opponent is human or not is unknown, but the thorns around him are definitely tools under his control. He only has a dull longsword in his hand, so his chances of winning are not high.
Just as she was pondering a solution, Thorns rushed up again to snatch the longsword from her hand.
After cutting away the thorns, Xin Que once again dodged the descending military knife by sidestepping.
As the two sides parted ways, Xin Que once again met those empty, lifeless eyes.
He hates himself.
Strange, Xin Que frowned slightly. If she had indeed clashed with such a person in the past...
Why wasn't the threat silenced immediately afterward, nipping it in the bud?
"..."
The man once again gripped the knife tightly and approached Xin Que.
"Why did you..."
"Why did you even show up in front of me?!"
As the swords clashed, Xin Que deflected his military knife, and for some reason, she saw a bit of herself in his reckless attacks.
"How inexplicable!" Xin Que's face darkened. With a flick of her wrist, she used the raised position of the parry to slash diagonally down, aiming straight for his neck.
The opponent's anger intensified, and the thorns quickly grew and coiled around Xin Que, piercing him from all directions.
In a flash, Xin Que quickly identified the man's body as her primary target.
Her longsword was entangled and shredded by the black iron thorns. She decisively released the hilt and charged at the man who was about to stab her with his knife.
"Bang!"
Xin Que used her arm to block the blade that was thrusting at her, and used the momentum of the impact to knock him to the ground.
As the thorns rapidly wrapped around her neck, Xin Que pulled the blade from her forearm and aimed it at the carotid artery of the man beneath her.
"Pfft."
The thorns and the blade pierced the opponent's carotid artery simultaneously.
"..."
Xin Que's chest heaved violently.
Like a floodgate bursting open, memories buried by the administrator burst forth, crossing the line of death and gushing out with the flowing blood.
"Luo Huayi?"
She strained to focus her gaze, watching the man who was gradually recovering from his injuries, and slowly loosened her grip on the knife handle.
"Why aren't you acting like you knew nothing before?"
Luo Huayi watched coldly as Xin Que collapsed onto his chest. He raised his hand to grab her neck, about to exert force, when he realized something was wrong.
The touch was cold and lifeless; this wasn't her body.
Luo Huayi slowly released her grip, looking at the stiff, lifeless doll in her hand, a look of bewilderment appearing on her face.
Was Xin Que just now a hallucination?
"...Xin Que?"
He didn't know what answer his current madness was trying to get; he only knew that the feeling of powerlessness, abandoned by the world, once again overwhelmed him like a surging tide, taking away his breathing space until he suffocated once more.
"Xin Que!!!"
He was always the one being fooled.
Even the last vestiges of hatred are being fooled by illusions.
Luo Huayi gripped the doll's shoulders tightly and wailed loudly.
Xin Que's consciousness was forcibly brought back by howling.
They almost completely lost contact and were forced back into the new interrogation plan. Luo Huayi wailed like her father had died, and the entire space seemed to be rejecting her departure.
"Stop...stop howling!!!"
Xin Que was so angry she almost exploded. She bumped her head into Luo Huayi's forehead, knocking him to the side and abruptly stopping the situation.
Luo Huayi paused for a moment, then scrambled to her feet, finally realizing that Xin Que was not hallucinating.
He grabbed the military knife that had slipped to the side and, with a bloodshot look in his eyes, stabbed the woman lying on the ground.
Xin Que stared motionlessly at Luo Huayi, who was straddling her waist and raising her knife to strike her.
"..."
The knife tip finally stopped just above Xin Que's throat, inches away.
"Tick-tock".
Hot tears fell onto Xin Que's cheeks, then slid down her cheeks and into her hair.
"Xin Que," Luo Huayi's hand gripping the hilt of the knife trembled slightly for some reason, "why don't you just die?"
Xin Que finally understood the source of his anger: "You knew everything?"
Luo Huayi's eyes were red-rimmed, and her voice was hoarse and barely audible, "What else do you have to say for yourself?"
"You used me like this and then kicked me aside..." Luo Huayi stared intently into Xin Que's emotionless eyes.
"You're really clever, aren't you? Jin Cheng, Cheng Zheng... in the end, you even have to personally get me involved to work for you?" By the end, Luo Huayi couldn't hold back any longer, and her sarcastic laughter became more and more exaggerated.
It was as if he was mocking his own naive defection, and also as if he was mocking Xin Que, who had manipulated him.
His expression was almost manic.
"After using so many tricks on a worthless low-level program like me, should I be flattered and thank you for using me?"
Xin Que saw Luo Huayi's sarcastic upturned lips, and then saw his eyes brimming with tears.
More and more tears dripped onto Xin Que's face.
"The victor is king, the loser is villain," Xin Que accepted her impending revenge with equanimity. She looked up into Luo Huayi's eyes, "You've turned the tables this time... but why are you crying?"
Her hand, which had been hanging limply to the side, twitched slightly, and her pinky finger subtly hooked a small fragment of a longsword.
Luo Huayi's hatred, met with Xin Que's bewilderment, was like dry firewood doused with cold water, instantly becoming blocked in her chest.
He hunched over, his whole body drained of strength.
"Xin Que...you have no heart."
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