Chapter 71: The End of the Cycle

Wu Xian’s words took the two a moment to process.

After a pause, Wei Dian asked Wu Xian: “Can I ask how many cycles you’ve actually experienced while fully conscious?”

Wu Xian smiled shyly: “Not many, not many—just seven or eight times.”

“Then how did you solve the memory and curse problems?”

Wu Xian thoroughly enjoyed the feeling of boasting before these two.

He tilted his head slightly and said: “All easily solved.”

“What about killing the key figure? Like that fat detective—he might be the cycle’s linchpin…”

Wei Dian’s face turned fierce, edged with resolve.

Wu Xian smiled—he knew these two wouldn’t overlook this point.

Sweat broke on his forehead; he regretted showing off before them.

“Killing just one has no effect—the dead person revives in their original spot, losing all memory.”

“Through this disruption, I discovered another feature of Xianwei City.”

“The curse problem is even simpler.”

He cowered outside, secretly watching the doctor’s house, like a miserable husband who’d been out carousing with bad company and only dared return after his wife fell asleep.

Showing off his superiority before these two was an opportunity he’d never have in a normal lifetime, so Wu Xian had grown a bit carried away.

“For memory, write down everything you’ve investigated and recite it three times a day—morning, noon, night—to ensure you never forget. That’s what ‘never letting go’ means.”

When Wu Xian killed the Goldfish Lady, he had confidently believed he no longer needed to purge the curse.

Wu Xian nodded smugly, propped his legs on the table, his tail nearly twitching into the sky.

So he made grand boasts to the Goldfish Lady.

Wait. Wait.

“My name is Wu Xian.”

He realized he’d used up all his Flying Blade Talismans; the razor could only be used once or twice—and he truly had no way to counter the curse.

“You think you’re the only one who can go down together?”

“Your method might work, but when you first tried to avoid the curse, you didn’t have Flying Blade Talismans—so how did you kill those four malevolent spirits?”

“This is a cycle of cause and effect—so long as one of us lives, it will never end!”

“This is the Miasma Curse—it releases a deadly toxic miasma. The interrogation room is enclosed; once released, all three of us will die. But dying here isn’t final, so don’t be afraid—come die with me.”

Jia Sheng corrected Wu Xian: “No, this has meaning—it proves everything outside us three is false. To break the cycle, we must start by changing ourselves.”

“At midnight every day, everything in the city refreshes except for us three and related objects. After refresh, the city returns to its original state—so destroying the city is meaningless.”

“You have no idea how far I’ve gone.”

“Even after all that, the cycle still continues?”

While the four malevolent spirits were performing their sentimental act, he secretly completed his worship—and before they revealed their true forms, he killed them all with four Flying Blade Talismans.

“Sss… that’s some heavy stuff. But if it were me, I might do the same.”

Wei Dian stared at Wu Xian and Jia Sheng for a moment, as if he’d figured something out—but he didn’t speak it, instead asked thoughtfully.

“In summary…”

Wei Dian also proposed several viable options: “Have you tried destroying the city? Assassinating city administrators? Large-scale arson? Detonating gas pipelines?”

Jia Sheng’s eyes flickered with madness.

Wu Xian had truly discovered something new.

Wu Xian instantly panicked.

“I won’t come back!”

So he wore a raincoat.

“I’ve tried it—I tried killing just one, and then killing two at once.”

He held a talisman in his hand.

Seeing the two men on the verge of violence.

Wu Xian rubbed his forehead and sighed deeply.

Jia Sheng, though slightly slower, fully grasped the situation and raised his hand to propose a possible way to break the cycle.

Jia Sheng released the grenade, still gasping for breath.

“I kicked the fat detective into the septic tank and detonated every septic tank in the city—the urban order collapsed completely, streets filled with screaming people…”

“If you kill two, the cycle stalls for a day—but eventually resumes… because the three of us are deeply linked; as long as one lives, his actions cause the other two to be reborn.”

Wu Xian frantically calmed them down, sweating profusely, until they finally lowered their weapons.

“Wait, wait… calm down!”

But when he, as the doctor, was about to return home, his whole body went numb.

The topic reached this point.

“Through the Demon-Reflecting Mirror, I saw my own face was only about one-third complete. When soul transfer occurred, the ashes on the cosmetic clinic floor left only half a footprint. When I strayed too far from you, I felt a tearing sensation—and my Ten Soul Banner was only one-third whole…”

He pulled out a high-powered grenade, hand on the pin—it was obtained under the detective’s identity. If it exploded, none of the three of them would escape.

Wei Dian’s gaze turned dangerous. He stared at Wu Xian: “Have you tried killing us?”

The malevolent family of four had been waiting for Wu Xian in the living room. At 11:59 p.m., three statues of Cui Fu Jun suddenly appeared in the room—but the family of four acted as if they saw nothing.

“Why the septic tank?”

So Wu Xian gathered his courage and went home.

After mastering the statue refresh timing, the number of Flying Blade Talismans in Wu Xian’s possession gradually increased…

“The first time was a bit troublesome…”

This summary was oddly phrased, but both Wei Dian and Jia Sheng understood. They fell silent for a moment, then smiled together.

Jia Sheng froze.

Wei Dian mentally reviewed Wu Xian’s method of avoiding the curse—and found a flaw.

“So if all three of us die, this tedious cycle ends. I guessed as much long ago—so I prepared this.”

Wei Dian was also startled—he’d only pulled out the Miasma Curse to scare Wu Xian for his arrogance, never expecting Jia Sheng to be this… violent?

Wu Xian finally dropped his pretense and began sharing real information that could change the situation.

“If you kill all four before then, you won’t be troubled by the curse—but even without the curse, you still can’t break the cycle.”

“When the doctor first returned home, he carried no curse. The four malevolent spirits appeared and surrounded him for over ten minutes—that’s when the curse was cast.”

Wu Xian nodded.

“Come on—see who kills whom first, you with the poison or me with the bomb?”

“Refresh!”

“I am Wu Xian.”

“Me too!”

(End of Chapter)