Chapter 852

“I’ve figured it out—I’ve finally figured it out!” A Yi opened the valve, restoring Hulucun’s secrecy.

She looked at Li Banfeng and Zhao Xiao and said, “I never understood why Hulucun moved so fast. Old Qi, you’re a top-tier Traveling Cultivator—dare you say you move faster than Hulucun?”

Li Banfeng shook his head; he truly couldn’t claim that.

Hulucun shuttled between Neizhou, Waizhou, and Puluozhou; if calculated purely by distance and time, Hulucun’s speed far surpassed Li Banfeng’s.

A Yi led the two out of the cave, walking as she spoke: “I always thought Hulucun was inherently fast, but I designed its steam engine—I know exactly how fast it can go.

I once suspected Old Steam Engine had tampered with my steam engine, but now I understand: it’s not my steam engine that’s fast, nor Hulucun itself—it’s because Hulucun takes a different path.

Just as Xiao Wan said, this is Waizhou’s expressway: straight and short. Because it exploits the advantage of the route, Hulucun appears to move faster!”

The three returned to the village, and Li Banfeng kept pondering A Yi’s words.

Hulucun indeed moved faster—even faster than Li Banfeng.

Who else moved faster than Li Banfeng?

Li Banfeng returned to his Personal Dwelling.

No matter the distance, when following Li Banfeng’s intent, the Personal Dwelling moved faster than Hulucun!

“Old Man, have you always been on this path too?”

“Old Qi, just now watching Hulucun, I’ve been thinking—is my situation the same as Hulucun’s? Could I also be on the path your wife mentioned? But I don’t know what that path looks like.”

“Old Man, can’t you ever see that path?”

“I can’t see it. Sometimes I see nothing at all—only move forward with my awareness. Sometimes I see something, but what I see is no different from what you see.”

This was hard to understand.

The Old Man knew Li Banfeng couldn’t grasp it—he opened a window on the wall.

Through the window, Li Banfeng saw the scene of Hulucun.

“I can see Hulucun, and you can see Hulucun. When I follow you, what I see is no different from what you see—but I know I’m not in the same place as you.

I can reach your location too, but it requires switching tracks three times. Once the switch is complete, I can rush out and fight alongside you.”

This was the normal state of the Personal Dwelling: its position was unique, yet its view was identical to Li Banfeng’s.

This reminded Li Banfeng of Lv Huazi’s residence in Lüshuicheng—right now, the Personal Dwelling could not see its own true environment, yet it could see Li Banfeng’s environment.

“Old Man, what’s your condition when you can’t see anything?”

“Old Qi, try shifting your mind to another place.”

Li Banfeng’s thoughts turned to Xiaoyao Wu .

Outside the window, darkness suddenly swallowed everything. After a short while, a glimmer of light appeared—the scene outside had changed to Xiaoyao Wu , right inside Li Banfeng’s room.

He shifted his intent again; the window turned dark once more. Soon after, the scenery reappeared—he was back in Hulucun.

When the Personal Dwelling followed Li Banfeng’s consciousness, the Old Man’s inability to perceive the path manifested.

This meant the Old Man was traveling alone on that path.

Li Banfeng exclaimed in shock: “Old Man, can you get on and off the path anytime?”

“Old Qi, I don’t know what this path is. In this state, I always follow the tracks—the more tracks, the clearer the direction.”

Li Banfeng had found eight tracks for the Old Man; these eight tracks allowed him to reach every location between Waizhou and Neizhou.

“Could the tracks have been designed specifically for this path?”

“Maybe,” the Old Man wasn’t sure. “Some things still need to be asked of Old Steam Engine—but I don’t know if he still remembers.”

Old Steam Engine had been quite lucid lately—he should recall many things.

Li Banfeng went to Santou Cha, but he’d been overly optimistic.

Sun Tiecheng sat on the ground, arms crossed: “Eighteen Wheels has gone mad. A few days ago, he wandered all over Baishun County, muttering to himself about how things were nearly the same and why no one believed him.

I asked him what was nearly the same—he rattled off a long, incoherent ramble, sweating profusely, yet still couldn’t explain himself.

Two days later, I thought he’d calmed down, so I prepared wine and food to clarify old matters.

But after drinking half a jar, he went mad again, insisting everything was nearly the same and demanding I come see for myself.

Where was he even going? I wouldn’t follow him!

After all that chaos, I hid, he ran off—and now no one knows where he’s gone.”

Li Banfeng inspected Baishun County’s defenses. Though major factions had sent new personnel, overall security had grown far looser than before.

Many in Baiji County had left Bai Nian Five Islands—they went to the underground city.

This choice was natural; everyone wanted a better life. Ma Wu had fulfilled Li Banfeng’s promise: everyone who left received resettlement funds.

Ling Bai Tao remained; the entire defense of Baishun County now relied on him.

Li Banfeng handed Ling Bai Tao the simplified telephone—improved by Yuan Miaoping for greater signal stability: “If Neizhou invades, contact me immediately.”

If his wife’s theory was correct—that all Xuyuan Paths were the same path—then the route from Neizhou to Baiji County must also be the same path, just with a peculiar activation method and an unclear exact location.

Once the path activated, Li Banfeng would seal it with the Jade Seal; until Neizhou forged a new one, Baiji County and Santou Cha would remain secure.

Current evidence strongly suggested his wife’s theory was correct: all Xuyuan Paths were one and the same. Let this path be called the Xuyuan Great Road.

So far, three methods were known to enter the Xuyuan Great Road.

First, through fixed entrances/exits—requiring the Jade Seal to open them.

Second, through temporary bridges—requiring Anqiao Cannons to construct them; Yu Yao might have similar methods.

Third, through special entities like the Personal Dwelling and Hulucun, which could freely enter and exit the Xuyuan Great Road—but such entities seemed unable to observe the Xuyuan Great Road effectively.

Was there a fourth method?

Bai He, Bai Wusong, approached Li Banfeng: “Seventh Master, have you seen our Master Qiu lately?”

Li Banfeng stared at Bai Wusong for a long while.

There was indeed a fourth method.

“I just saw him. Do you want to meet him?”

Bai Wusong said: “If it’s in Hulucun, I won’t go—I’ve had some friction with A Yi.”

“We’re family—what grudge can’t be settled? I’ll take you to Hulucun. Whatever it is, tell Master Qiu directly.”

Bai Wusong waved his hand: “No need to go to Hulucun—Baiji County still needs defense. I’m still useful here; if I go to Hulucun, I won’t be able to return easily.”

“With me here, A Yi won’t trouble you. Don’t worry.” Li Banfeng took Bai Wusong to Hulucun.

When A Yi saw Bai Wusong, her eyes lit up.

“Stop being a concubine—I’ll make you a proper wife. You’re more useful than that long-nosed one.”

Bai Wusong dodged A Yi: “I don’t have time for idle chatter—I need to speak with Master Qiu.”

A Yi laughed: “We’re family—let’s talk together.”

Zhao Xiao Wan said: “Husband, is this the man who entered the wormhole himself?”

Li Banfeng nodded: “His ability to enter the Xuyuan Great Road proves he understands its mystery.”

“Xuyuan Great Road—what a fitting name!” Zhao Xiao Wan pondered briefly, comparing Bai Wusong and Old Steam Engine.

“Husband, Bai Wusong can enter the Xuyuan Great Road, but he can’t exit. Old Steam Engine built the Personal Dwelling and even improved Hulucun. Both the Personal Dwelling and Hulucun can freely enter and exit the Xuyuan Great Road—proving Old Steam Engine understands it better than Bai Wusong.”

Li Banfeng didn’t agree: “Old Steam Engine doesn’t necessarily understand it better—he’s impulsive, half-informed about everything. He even thinks the Xuyuan Path and Xuyuan Realm are nearly the same—how could they possibly be that similar—”

Li Banfeng didn’t think so: “Old Huo doesn’t understand any better—he’s impulsive, half-informed about everything, even thinks the Void Yuan Path and the Void Yuan Lands are nearly the same—how could they possibly be that similar—”

Zhao Xiao Wan thought something was wrong: “Husband, what’s wrong?”

Li Banfeng remained silent for a long while. Zhao Xiao Wan was about to press him when the Sky Maiden slowly materialized beside them.

Zhao Xiao Wan startled: “You wretched woman—your powers have recovered again.”

The Sky Maiden spoke to Li Banfeng: “A Yu is mostly restored, but don’t push her further on Duan Tielu’s matter. A Yu has been trapped for so long—her skills are no longer what they were. Losing to Duan Tielu was inevitable.”

Zhao Xiao Wan recalled for a long while: “I know who Duan Tielu is, but I don’t remember his methods. Besides Wu Xiu, does he have other Dao paths?”

The Sky Maiden said: “As far as I know, he has only Wu Xiu.”

“Can Wu Xiu alone make A Yu this furious?”

The Sky Maiden said: “I once saw Duan Tielu kill a Star Cultivator and turn him into a magic treasure, preserving over ninety percent of the cultivator’s combat power.”

Zhao Xiao Wan stared in disbelief: “You’re joking—over ninety percent? Turning someone into a magic treasure should at least halve their power.”

A Yi shook her head: “This isn’t a joke. When I saw Duan Tielu, he already had this ability. The magic treasures he forged from cultivators lost almost no more than two percent of their power.

Over the years, he’s killed countless people and amassed countless magic treasures. If he prepared fully, even Dan Cheng’s army wouldn’t dare face him head-on!”

As they discussed Duan Tielu, A Yu arrived, saying to Li Banfeng: “Return to Neizhou quickly. Prince Anshun and Duan Tielu didn’t reach an agreement. I suspect they’ll contact each other again—we should listen in. Maybe we’ll find Duan Tielu’s whereabouts.”

As the others were discussing Duan Tielu, A Yu arrived nearby and said to Li Banfeng: “We should head back to Neizhou right away—the Anshun Marquis and Duan Tielu didn’t reach an agreement; I suspect they’ll contact each other again. Let’s listen in—we might find Duan Tielu’s whereabouts.”

A Yu said: “Old Qi, are you listening to me?”

Zhao Xiao Wan reminded him: “Husband, A Yu wants to return to Neizhou.”

“Huh?” Li Banfeng snapped out of his daze. “Why return to Neizhou?”

A Yu frowned: “Didn’t you hear what I just said? Go back and keep searching for Duan Tielu!”

The Sky Maiden urged A Yu: “Set Duan Tielu aside for now.”

A Yu waved her hand: “This is none of your concern.”

Puluozhou had this temperament—according to Professor Balloon, this was called obsession.

A Yu urged Li Banfeng: “What are you standing there for? Go back now!”

Li Banfeng thought for a moment and asked A Yu: “Could it be possible that Duan Tielu is currently in some place invisible and inaudible—so you can’t hear him?”

A Yu considered briefly: “Are you referring to the Unnameable Place?”

Li Banfeng nodded: “Let’s call it the Unnameable Place.”

A Yu thought it over and found it illogical: “If he’s in the Unnameable Place, it’s true we couldn’t sense him—but he can speak with Prince Anshun. If the prince can hear him, so can I.”

Yu thought about it and found this illogical: “If he’s in the Nameless Place, it’s understandable that I can’t sense his location—but if he can speak to the Prince of Anshun, and the prince can hear him, then so can I.”

Zhao Xiaowan shook her head: “Not necessarily. Some voice-cultivation techniques have special transmission methods that can ward off Kuixiu .”

A Yu said: “I’ve thought of all these methods. I can crack most voice-cultivation techniques. Even if I can’t crack them, I have the Trace-Source Method—I can follow the sound’s origin directly through the hook. But I can’t hear Duan Tielu’s voice at all, nor can I locate him. I don’t believe he’s mastered voice-cultivation to this degree.”

Zhao Xiaowan said: “What if both methods were used together?”

A Yu seemed to grasp something.

The Heavenly Maiden added: “Perhaps, as you and Old Seven said, Duan Tielu used a targeted voice-cultivation technique in an unnamed place—and that unnamed place is exceptionally rare. You simply can’t track it.”

A Yu shook her head slightly: “But the unnamed places I can’t track aren’t many. When I sensed Duan Tielu speaking, I got not even a hint of direction. This unnamed place is too well-hidden.”

Li Banfeng asked A Yu: “Which unnamed place is the most hidden? Is it the Xuanyuan Place?”

A Yu thought for a moment: “The Xuanyuan Place can’t be reached by ordinary means—it should be the most hidden. Old Seven, how did you think of the Xuanyuan Place?”

Li Banfeng murmured: “On the Xuanyuan Road there are Xuanyuan silkworms—the same kind Little Fat ate. Xuanyuan silkworms grow in the Xuanyuan Place. Maybe they’re nearly the same. Maybe they’re one and the same place.”

He said the Xuanyuan Road and the Xuanyuan Place are nearly identical. I laughed at him. Maybe he wasn’t half-informed. Maybe he had total enlightenment!”

A Yu froze: “What do you mean ‘one place’? Who had total enlightenment?”

Li Banfeng continued: “The Peddler might have misunderstood too. Old Train was right all along.”

The Heavenly Maiden snapped: “Don’t speak nonsense. When did the Peddler ever get it wrong?”

A Yu turned to look at the Heavenly Maiden: “Didn’t he seriously injure you? Isn’t that his fault?”

The Heavenly Maiden shook her head: “This isn’t his fault.”

A Yu stared blankly: “Not his fault? Then is it yours? So you deserved to be beaten?”

The Heavenly Maiden lowered her head: “This matter can’t be explained clearly.”

A Yu looked bewildered. She realized the matter truly couldn’t be clarified, and urged Li Banfeng to head to Neizhou immediately.

Li Banfeng asked his wife: “Are you coming with me?”

Zhao Xiaowan thought for a moment: “I want to study the Jade Seal with Ai Yi a bit longer.”

“Fair enough. The Dark Bridge Cannon has been modified several times. Some of its equipment is unfamiliar to me. Teach me how to use it.”

Though he only half-understood the principles, Li Banfeng learned the operation with astonishing speed.

He mastered the usage, took the Dark Bridge Cannon, and went to Tianyi City with A Yu.

In the city, A Yu carefully monitored the hook. Her judgment was precise: the Prince of Anshun had indeed contacted Duan Tielu again. As long as he didn’t get the Jade Seal, he couldn’t rest easy.

“Old Duan, you’ve never done business with me before, but you’ve surely heard of my reputation. You know how trustworthy I am—”

A Yu still couldn’t hear Duan Tielu’s voice. With prior experience, she could sense a rough direction through the hook.

But the direction was too vague. Sweat poured down A Yu’s face. She tried many methods but couldn’t make the direction any more precise.

Li Banfeng pulled out the Dark Bridge Cannon from his Personal Dwelling and constructed a Dark Bridge at incredible speed.

“Follow me!” Li Banfeng pulled A Yu into the Dark Bridge.

A Yu snapped: “What are you doing? Anshun is still talking to Duan Tielu. Can’t we wait until they’re done?”

“It’ll be too late after they’re done. Sense Duan Tielu’s direction again—see if it’s changed.”

“How could it change? Where is this? I can barely sense the hook anymore!” A Yu paused, stunned—she could still sense the hook.

On the Dark Bridge, she could sense the outside world.

Sensing the direction again through the hook, the direction became far clearer.

The Dark Bridge connected the Xuanyuan Road to the external world. Through the hook, she faintly heard Duan Tielu’s voice.

The voice had clear direction. After A Yu cracked layer upon layer of voice-cultivation techniques, Duan Tielu’s voice grew clearer: “Your Highness, I don’t know Li Qi. If he reneges, who will I appeal to?”

The Prince of Anshun said: “Appeal to me. If he’s untrustworthy, can’t you trust me?”

Duan Tielu replied: “I trust you, but crafting the Jade Seal isn’t something done overnight. Just gathering materials will take two or three years.”

The Prince of Anshun couldn’t wait two or three years: “Make me one first. I’ll use it temporarily—even if the quality is poor, as long as no one notices.”

Duan Tielu seemed hesitant: “The Imperial Jade Seal isn’t an ordinary object. If anything goes wrong, I’ll suffer the consequences. If Your Highness treats this so lightly, I can’t help you.”

The Prince of Anshun grew anxious: “Old Duan, you’re deliberately stalling. Name your price. Let’s be straightforward—no games.”

“Your Highness, you misunderstand me. Let’s discuss this another time.”

Duan Tielu’s voice sounded familiar. Li Banfeng felt he’d heard it somewhere before.

The connection ended. A Yu bowed her head, rubbing her temples, tracking Duan Tielu’s location.

Li Banfeng didn’t disturb her. He simply watched quietly.

A Yu pointed below the bridge: “Can we go to those places?”

Li Banfeng found a rope and tied it around A Yu.

A Yu descended the bridge and walked for over half an hour across the pitch-black wilderness. She turned back and tugged the rope at her waist.

Li Banfeng pulled A Yu back onto the bridge. A Yu nodded repeatedly at Li Banfeng: “I found him!”

“Where is he?”

“I can’t explain it!”

Li Banfeng frowned: “What’s the difference between this and not finding him at all?”

“There’s a difference!” A Yu looked earnestly at Li Banfeng. “I don’t know this path. Find someone who does, and we’ll find him.”

Someone who knows the way.

“The Personal Dwelling should know the way!”

Li Banfeng brought A Yu back to the Personal Dwelling. The old man was confused: “Old Seven, where exactly are we going?”

“You tell me where,” Li Banfeng said, looking at A Yu.

A Yu pursed her lips: “I can’t explain it. This needs to be conveyed through thought.”

Li Banfeng brought over Yuan Miaoping. Each grabbed one antenna.

Yuan Miaoping worried: “Don’t pull too hard. These antennas can’t be replaced if they break.”

Using Yuan Miaoping’s electromagnetic sensing, A Yu transmitted her thought to Li Banfeng, who then passed it to the Personal Dwelling. The Personal Dwelling set off.

Though the old man often followed Li Banfeng’s thoughts, this time was unusual. Previously, destinations had physical references. This time, A Yu provided none.

A Yu could only convey the direction of the sound source to Li Banfeng, who then passed it to the Personal Dwelling. This meant the old man was blindfolded, stumbling along the Xuanyuan Road guided solely by A Yu’s voice.

After over half an hour, the old man grew fearful: “Do you even have a clue? I don’t even know where I am anymore!”

A Yu snorted: “I’m the world’s top Kuixiu . Don’t you trust me? I’ve closed my eyes—how could I possibly be wrong?”

Another half-hour passed. The old man grew furious: “If we keep running like this, I won’t go any further! Are you just throwing a tantrum because you can’t beat Duan Tielu?”

A Yu immediately promised: “Half an hour more. We’ll be there within half an hour!”

The old man didn’t trust A Yu: “Old Seven, you need to take charge!”

“Keep going!” Li Banfeng had faith in A Yu. “We’ll decide after half an hour.”

After half an hour, they still hadn’t arrived. Li Banfeng coaxed and tricked the Little Train into running another half-hour. Two full hours later, they finally arrived.

The Little Train exited the Xuanyuan Road and opened its windows. Outside lay a vast, endless snowfield.

The two stepped out of the Personal Dwelling, standing on the snowplain, scanning the surroundings. The Traveler knew the way—Li Banfeng recognized this place.

“Isn’t this the Curse-Worm Ruins?” Li Banfeng said to A Yu. “Why are we here?”

A Yu looked around, re-sensing the signals she’d received through the hook.

“It’s here,” A Yu warned. “Old Seven, be careful. Duan Tielu is in the Curse-Worm Ruins.”

What is he doing in the Curse-Worm Ruins?

Li Banfeng activated his Dwelling Art talent to its maximum, had A Yu follow behind him, and carefully observed the surroundings as he walked toward the village.

The Curse Cultivators in the village were breeding Xuanyuan silkworms. The Worm Cultivators were also in the village.

But they weren’t fighting. They coexisted peacefully.

The reason for their peace: the Curse Cultivators had been subdued by the Worm Cultivators.

Li Banfeng paid a fee to have Yang Xiangjun lead the Worm Cultivators to control the Curse Cultivators. Yang Xiangjun kept her word and won the battle.

After winning, he didn’t leave. He feared Heng Wuyou would return for revenge, so he trained the Worm Cultivators day and night, and still remained in the village helping them fortify defenses.

Li Banfeng sighed: “Yang Xiangjun is trustworthy. This business was worth it.”

“Is Yang Xiangjun trustworthy? Only to you, right?” After walking through the village, A Yu felt dizzy.

She pushed her skills to their limit, but searching aimlessly made finding Duan Tielu extremely difficult.

Li Banfeng told A Yu to rest in the Personal Dwelling. He saw Yang Xiangjun’s figure outside the watchtower on the cliff. When he returned to his room, he slipped into her house while no one was around.

Yang Xiangjun had ordered a large basin of hot water prepared and was about to bathe. Li Banfeng suddenly appeared, startling her: “Oh!”

“Who is it! You didn’t even announce yourself!”

Li Banfeng lowered his voice: “Don’t make a fuss. I came secretly.”

Yang Xiangjun blushed: “You came secretly… what do you want?”

“It’s urgent.”

“When you have no business, you never think of me!” Yang Xiangjun shot Li Banfeng a look. “Speak up. Why are you here?”

Li Banfeng activated his Dwelling Art talent to its maximum. Now, if anyone entered the room, they wouldn’t see Li Banfeng or Yang Xiangjun.

Nor would they hear their voices.

“I heard Duan Tielu came to the Curse-Worm Ruins. Have you noticed anything unusual lately?”

“Duan Tielu!” Yang Xiangjun was startled—he was deeply wary of this man.

After a moment’s thought, Yang Xiangjun said to Li Banfeng: “Come with me to the east side of the village. We need to disguise ourselves.”

Yang Xiangjun didn’t know Li Banfeng was a Dwelling Art cultivator. He’d even prepared a white cloak for him.

The cloak was a spiritual item that completely concealed Li Banfeng’s form in the snow. They went together to the east side of the village, where a row of huts stood—once the dwelling of enslaved Worm Cultivators, now abandoned.

Yang Xiangjun hid at a distance, pointing to the row of huts, and whispered to Li Banfeng: “Someone lives here. A few days ago, I saw two sets of footprints.”

This man is extremely cautious; he cleaned up all the other footprints, but left these two slightly uncleaned, leaving behind a faint trace.

After I discovered the trace, I didn’t make a fuss—this place, the Curse and Gu Ruins, is said to be the territory of Curse cultivators and Gu cultivators, but many others still reach into it.

If they don’t provoke us, we have no reason to hold a grudge, but I’ve never lowered my guard; I always come to check in every few days.

Li Banfeng nodded slightly: “Wait here. I’ll go take a look.”

Yang Xiangjun pulled Li Banfeng’s arm: “I know the way—I’ll go.”

Li Banfeng shook his head: “It’s safer if I go.”

Watching Li Banfeng’s back, Yang Xiangjun bit her lip: “He’s afraid I’ll get hurt—”

Li Banfeng walked to the wall, pressed against it, and listened inside with Insightful Spirit Sound.

The room was utterly silent—no one should be inside.

He approached a door, ready to push it open; his right hand had just touched the frame when a sudden danger surged from within.

Li Banfeng’s hand remained motionless against the door.

The room stayed perfectly still, still without a single sound.

Li Banfeng stood perfectly still; Banfengzi emerged from beneath his feet, holding Tang Dao, and moved to the window.

After a dozen seconds, the door creaked open—someone seemed about to burst out.

Li Banfeng kicked the door apart, and at the same moment, a figure leapt out the window.

Feint East, Strike West!

The man inside deliberately made noise by the door to lure Li Banfeng into breaking it, then tried to escape through the window.

His move was stealthy, but the scent of rouge on his body was detected by Li Banfeng’s Hundred Flavors Linglong.

Banfengzi, hidden by the window, was ready—he slashed a knife straight into the man’s body.

The ambush succeeded; Tang Dao struck a vital point, but when Banfengzi saw the man’s figure, he immediately chose to pursue.

That man was He Jiaqing!

He knows the Technique of Substituting the Beam.

As expected, the blade cut through a clay jar, splitting it in two—He Jiaqing had already circled to the other side of the room.

It seemed he had escaped successfully, but after only two steps, a figure suddenly flashed before his eyes.

He Jiaqing froze in shock, realizing disaster was imminent—with a crack, a wound split open across his chest.

Galloping Through Flowers!

Li Banfeng’s Galloping Through Flowers has two stages—if the second stage detonates, He Jiaqing won’t die, but he’ll be critically wounded.

But He Jiaqing was clever—he stood perfectly still.

A voice came from beside his ear: “I think I told you—if we meet again, you might not live.”

He Jiaqing’s voice trembled: “This isn’t my fault—you came looking for me.”

Li Banfeng said: “Then who do you blame?”

He Jiaqing lowered his head: “No one’s to blame. It’s just fate.”

Li Banfeng turned to look at Yang Xiangjun: “He says it’s fate. What do you think?”

“Fate my ass!” Yang Xiangjun snorted. “He’s still mouthy as death approaches—this scumbag deserves to die!”