Twisted Dreams-Chapter 281 - 348: Hope for a Comeback

Crow squints his eyes:

"You actually have the Black Witch's mark on you?"

Xie Qilin once took a flight to the South Sea to pursue a fugitive wanted by the Security Administration—'Plum Guest.'

Along the way, he encountered Suzu.

Suzu had never seen such an evil soul as Xie Qilin, found him interesting, and left a mark on him.

Crow purses his lips:

"Actually, I find the Black Witch rather bothersome."

Back then, it was Suzu's enchantment that gave Crow the desire to compete for the relic's treasure.

And because he went to the island relics, he was punished by Li Yang and expelled from his family.

Being the Emperor of the Demon Race was meaningful, gaining a lot.

But, becoming the true Emperor of the Demon Race also brought him much pain.

That pain left him exhausted.

For Suzu, he couldn't say he hated her; they were still family.

Just some resentment towards this sister who schemed against him.

Crow taps Xie Qilin's head:

"Since you're her favored toy, I can't let you off cheaply.

You will forever live in the torment of being torn apart in the Sea of Consciousness.

Sooner or later, you will die because your Sea of Consciousness is destroyed."

The Demon Snake within Xie Qilin's head prowls in the Sea of Consciousness, opens its mouth, and sprays venom.

Unbearable pain spreads within Xie Qilin's mind.

Xie Qilin's breath quickens, he opens his mouth wide like a fish dying of thirst.

Crow tilts his head, a sinister and cruel smile creeping at the corner of his mouth:

"Are you satisfied with my punishment?"

As Crow speaks, the Demon Snake in Xie Qilin's mind crawls out of his head and returns to Crow's hand.

Xie Qilin rises shakily, clasps his hands in respect, and says:

"Thank you, Your Majesty, for the punishment! Grateful to survive a few more days!"

Crow looks at Xie Qilin expressionlessly, turns, and walks towards the door.

Xie Qilin waits until Crow exits before his face pales and he collapses to the ground.

He trembles, reaches out to hold his head, and lets out a heart-wrenching scream.

Eight-foot Bride quickly helps Xie Qilin up:

"Husband, husband, are you alright?"

"Pain! Pain! Pain!"

Xie Qilin can no longer think, constantly cries out in pain.

His sweat drenches his Tang suit.

Eight-foot Bride quickly channels Ghost Qi, touching Xie Qilin's head.

Ghost Qi continuously nourishes Xie Qilin's mind, suppressing the venom of Crow's Demon Snake.

Ominous power permeates Xie Qilin's body, making his temperature frightfully low.

Under the double effects of the Demon Snake's venom and Ghost Qi, Xie Qilin looks colder, his whole being appearing dead.

Xie Qilin's breathing gradually steadies, stands up with Eight-foot Bride's support. 𝙛𝓻𝒆𝒆𝒘𝙚𝓫𝙣𝙤𝒗𝙚𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢

"Are you alright?"

Qin Ming asks worriedly.

Zhang Qian quickly pulls Qin Ming's arm, whispers:

"He's no good, tried to kill me several times."

"Kill you?"

Qin Ming freezes momentarily.

Xie Qilin clasps his hands:

"Thanks."

After speaking, Xie Qilin leans on the oil paper umbrella, moves slowly towards the door.

At the bar entrance, Xie Qilin pauses, suddenly turns his head:

"You, you're Qin Ming, right?"

Qin Ming nods.

Xie Qilin murmurs:

"Ming, Ming, Ming..."

He staggers to push the door open, emits a string of eerie laughter.

...

Imperial Capital, the dimly lit streets.

Light rain begins to fall.

The phone rings.

Xie Qilin checks his phone and sees a message.

[Ye Fan officially appointed as Demon Race Market Official.]

Xie Qilin's body trembles violently, the phone slips, falls to the ground, splashing water.

Ye Fan breaking free, the meaning was clear.

The Demon Race and Security Administration have renegotiated a peace treaty, with Ye Fan as an essential part.

Xie Qilin tightly presses his lips.

He is the son of the Xie Family, envied by everyone in the Beijing Circle, a rich second generation with background and influence.

However, compared to those opponents, these halos seem insignificant.

Ye Fan, disciple of a mysterious spiritual power master, sworn brother of the Black Emperor, Prince of the Demon Race.

Zhang Xiaoyi, young master of the Zhang Family, Sect Leader of Shu Mountain, Senior Administrator of the Security Administration.

Wei Ming is nothing extraordinary.

Tonight, Xie Qilin suspected if Wei Ming was really the nemesis foretold by the old host's prophecy.

Could it be not Wei Ming, but Qin Ming?

Qin Ming is even more terrifying, clearly a normal person yet assisted by two undead creatures, enough to earn respect even from the Black Emperor.

As for himself?

The background of the Xie Family seems insufficient against those people.

Although Xie Qilin is also a Senior Administrator of the Security Administration, he is merely a knife or a dog in Zheng Qian's hand.

Xie Qilin tilts his head up, watching the cold raindrops fall, mutters:

"Why?

Why is this happening?

I clearly tried my best to scheme, tried my best to fight.

But how could it turn out like this?

I paid such a hefty price to destroy Ye Fan, but he's released so effortlessly?

Is it that I haven't tried hard enough?"

Xie Qilin feels a twinge of injustice in his heart.

He believes the old host's words, believing in having 'Yi,' 'Ming,' and 'Fan' as three nemeses in his life.

Xie Qilin does not underestimate them like some novel villains, sending minions to give his enemies bit by bit more experience.

He attempted to eliminate his enemies before they could grow, trying with all his might to strangle them in the cradle.

However, he still lost miserably.

Xie Qilin held onto one belief.

As long as you're alive, there's hope.

But the Black Emperor's venom erased that final belief.

He did not know how much longer he could live.

Xie Qilin was unwilling to accept this.

He wandered aimlessly in the rain, allowing the chill to envelop him.

At that moment, a large black business vehicle stopped beside Xie Qilin.

"Mr. Xie."

Xie Qilin turned his head.

A large, rough hand grabbed Xie Qilin's clothes, and caught off guard, he was pulled into the car.

Xie Qilin cautiously observed the interior of the car.

Inside the car were sofas, a refrigerator, and starry decorations.

A robust African-American man sat before him.

Around him were several foreigners, their dark gun barrels aimed at him.

Xie Qilin spoke in a deep voice:

"God Creation Group?"

The robust African-American raised a glass to Xie Qilin:

"Mr. Xie Qilin, you have good eyes.

Allow me to introduce myself, my name is Simon, Dr. Leon Jin's adopted son."

A sensually dressed blonde woman picked up a glass of wine, sitting beside Xie Qilin, and handed him her drink.

Xie Qilin took the glass, jesting:

"Does Leon Jin have an obsession with adopting children?

Not long ago, there was a man named Horus, he was also Leon Jin's adopted son.

He's dead now."

Simon said:

"He had a deal with you before he died, I think we can continue it."

Leon Jin urgently needed research materials on Extraordinary Creatures.

Xie Qilin shook his head:

"I advise you to give up on the Demon Race.

The Security Administration has already reached a new agreement with the Demon Race.

Now, no one can break the peace treaty."

Simon took a sip of his drink:

"I believe as long as the interests are right, the Security Administration will cooperate with us.

The God Creation Organization is never short on money.

Mr. Xie is a Senior Administrator at the Security Administration, are you willing to be a communication bridge between the God Creation Group and the Security Administration?"

Xie Qilin laughed:

"Why are you foreigners so simple-minded?

Peace between the Security Administration and the Demon Race is the most perfect scenario for the authorities.

Who needs your petty cash?

Unless the leaders of the Security Administration are idiots, how could they cooperate with you?"

Xie Qilin suddenly stopped after he spoke.

He frowned, his brain racing.

The poison in his mind could only be removed by the Black Emperor.

If relying on himself, he could never defeat the Black Emperor in this life.

If he could pull the God Creation Group completely onto his ship of thieves, there might be a chance to fight back, perhaps even a chance to turn the tables.

Simon frowned and asked:

"Mr. Xie, is there really no way for us to obtain a large number of live Demon Race specimens for research?"

Under the Black Emperor's intimidation and the fear of death, Xie Qilin's mind had gone blank before.

Now, it became active again.

Xie Qilin's lips curled into a smile:

"Of course, there's still a chance.

Since the peace treaty can't be broken, then kill the ones who signed the peace treaty."

Simon raised an eyebrow:

"You mean to kill the director of the Security Administration?

But, if he dies, won't the next director uphold the peace treaty?"

Xie Qilin nodded slightly:

"No."

If the next director is Zheng Qian, Zheng Qian would definitely not uphold the peace treaty.

That fool would want to kill the goose that lays the golden egg, eager to immediately turn those Demons from Changbai Mountain into tangible benefits.

Simon smiled, raising his glass:

"Then, let's continue the deal between Horus and you."

Xie Qilin shook his head at this time, chuckling:

"He Jingguo has absurdly high security around him, killing him is not easy.

Moreover, what I want to do is a beheading task.

The price you're offering is too low."

Simon put down his glass:

"What do you want then?"

Xie Qilin smashed the car window with a fist.

The muzzles of several guns immediately pointed at him in tension.

Xie Qilin ignored the guns, opened an oil paper umbrella.

The Eight-foot Bride shrieked into existence, her large form nearly filling the entire space inside the car.

The foreigners were all horrified, mouths agape, with some even dropping their guns to the floor.

Xie Qilin said to Simon:

"What can you offer me? Think it over before contacting me.

Oh, and the next time you invite me to chat, don't be so crude, I don't like it."

With that, Xie Qilin jumped out of the car through the window hole.

As soon as he jumped out, Xie Qilin clutched his head and knelt to the ground.

Even using a tiny bit of Spiritual Power gave him the sensation of his brain being torn apart.

The Black Emperor's poison was truly terrifying.

....

In the car, Simon looked at the window hole, distressed, and said:

"If you wanted to get off, you could have just told me, what's the point in breaking my car window?"