Chapter 29

In the Lunhuileyuan , Su Xiao spent most of his time traveling between the [Training Ground] and his personal space.

He did not summon another image of Kōshirō, instead choosing the Shizhan mode to hone his combat skills.

Although he experienced several “battle deaths,” Su Xiao gained considerable rewards.

In the blink of an eye, three days had passed, and Su Xiao received a notification from the Lunhuileyuan .

【The Hunter is about to return to the real world. Remember the Lunhuileyuan regulations.】

【Do not disclose any aspect of the Lunhuileyuan to the real world by any means, or you will receive a warning; if the warning is ignored, you will be executed forcibly.】

【You cannot use any abilities acquired in the Lunhuileyuan within the real world, except for personal attributes and passive skills.】

【Most equipment or items obtained in the Lunhuileyuan cannot be removed to the real world and remain locked; they will be restored upon returning to the Lunhuileyuan .】

【Transportation initiated. Destination: Real World.】

The familiar sensation of teleportation appeared; when Su Xiao regained consciousness, he was lying inside a cold storage cabinet.

The temperature inside the cabinet was extremely low, and the space was cramped; Su Xiao’s face turned black—there was only one possible location for where he was.

He kicked the cabinet door beneath his feet; with his current strength, the door deformed and flew outward.

Su Xiao’s kick not only blasted the cabinet door away, but also sent him sliding out with it.

The cabinet he was in resembled a long metal drawer.

“Clang.”

The cabinet hit the floor with a loud crash in the silent room.

Su Xiao surveyed the room—the fluorescent lights cast an icy glow; his guess was correct: this was the morgue, a place for storing corpses.

Previously, he had been shot dead, and his body had been stored here; he had entered the Lunhuileyuan after faking his death, and the Lunhuileyuan had locked his vital signs—he was not truly dead.

The loud crash from the morgue drew attention from others.

In the hospital’s night shift office, a junior nurse jumped at the sound.

Dressed in a white coat, the nurse recognized the noise as coming from the basement morgue, but her shift partner had gone out for late-night snacks; the first floor of the hospital was empty at this hour, everyone else was asleep, and she dared not go out.

“N-no~… it can’t be ghosts, don’t be silly, my teacher said there are no gods or spirits, none, none, ugh~.”

The nurse’s name was Yi Ruo, a nurse who had been interning for two months.

Her slender frame and pale cheeks made her appear delicate, yet her refined features evoked pity; dressed in her nurse’s uniform, she carried an undeniable uniform allure.

“Thud.”

Another loud crash echoed from the morgue; Yi Ruo screamed, and the pink thermos in her hands slipped to the floor, shattering.

The crash was Su Xiao violently breaking open the morgue’s main door.

He walked down a long corridor; rooms on both sides bore labels for various departments; the pungent smell of disinfectant confirmed to Su Xiao that this was a hospital—and his own city’s hospital.

Su Xiao had visited here once before and retained a vague memory of this modest public hospital.

He had no urgency to leave; he must find his family’s blade.

He could lose anything—but not that blade.

Su Xiao searched the hospital for staff; he had no leads on the knife.

Soon, Su Xiao arrived at the door of an office; the light was on, and a beautiful junior nurse stared blankly at him.

Su Xiao pushed open the door and stepped inside; before he could speak, the nurse seated on the chair rolled her eyes back and fainted, sliding off the chair onto the floor.

Frowning at the fallen nurse, Su Xiao stepped forward and pinched her philtrum hard.

The nurse slowly regained consciousness, but upon seeing Su Xiao, fear flashed in her eyes, and she instinctively opened her mouth to scream.

Su Xiao immediately clamped his hand over her nose and mouth; as his palm touched her pale cheek, he felt its soft warmth.

“Don’t make a sound, or I’ll kill you.”

Su Xiao had just left the Yansheng world; his aura was still heavy with killing intent.

The nurse nodded frantically, tears welling in her eyes, looking utterly pitiful.

“Which police station brought me here?”

The nurse’s earlier reaction led Su Xiao to suspect she had seen him before, hence her current fear.

“O-oh~.”

The nurse pointed at Su Xiao’s hand, indicating she couldn’t speak yet; Su Xiao released her.

“Huff, huff~.” First came a heavy gasp.

“Y-you’re not dead… you’re not… it’s not my fault, don’t come after me.” The nurse’s voice trembled; her body went limp, tears swirling in her eyes.

Su Xiao stared coldly at the nurse.

“Answer my question.”

Su Xiao’s icy voice made the nurse shiver.

“I-it was the Dongcheng Branch that brought you here.”

With a clear answer, Su Xiao rose and left immediately, heading for the Dongcheng Branch; he was born in this second-tier city and knew exactly where Dongcheng Branch was.

He flagged down a taxi on the midnight street and headed straight for Dongcheng Branch.

Ten minutes later, Su Xiao arrived at the entrance of Dongcheng Branch.

He would not enter through the main gate; he was currently an unregistered person and likely wanted for murder.

With Su Xiao’s infiltration skills, he slipped into the evidence room of Dongcheng Branch within half an hour.

The more he searched the evidence room, the darker his expression became—his blade was not there.

Su Xiao was growing impatient; the longer he waited, the slimmer his chances of finding the knife; he walked out of the administrative office and began searching the police station for officers.

It sounded insane, but with his current strength, he didn’t care about these police officers.

Soon, Su Xiao fixed his gaze on a young officer sitting at a desk, on night duty.

Su Xiao crept up behind the officer; when close enough, he suddenly lunged, wrapping his left arm around the officer’s neck and clenching his right fist to form a Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu guillotine choke.

This technique was brutally effective—it completely cut off blood flow to the brain; with sufficient force, it could render a man unconscious in two to three seconds, and kill him within ten.

The young officer never had time to cry out; his body went limp instantly.

Su Xiao slung the unconscious officer over his shoulder and exited the police station the way he came; in the midnight station, his entry and exit were effortless.

In a dark alley, the young officer slowly regained consciousness.

“If you don’t want to die, answer my questions honestly.”

“Who are you? I’m a….”

Before the officer could finish, Su Xiao punched him in the chest.

A pained groan escaped the officer as he collapsed to the ground.

“Where is my knife?”

The officer stared at Su Xiao in confusion, his face twisted in agony; Su Xiao’s punch had felt to him like being hit by a train.

“What knife? Who are you?”

“Su Xiao.”

Standing in the dark alley, Su Xiao spoke his real name without concealment.

At this point, there was no need to hide; he was certain that by tomorrow, he would be officially listed as a wanted man.

“You—you’re the one. Your knife was taken by headquarters.”

The officer’s tone was calm, with no sign of deception.

“Lying.”

Su Xiao grabbed the officer’s hand; a series of sharp cracks echoed through the alley, followed by a bloodcurdling scream.

“That was five fingers. Next time, it’ll be your neck. After you die, I’ll ask other officers—there’s more than one cop in this station.”

Think of your family—is this stubbornness worth it? After you’re dead, your beautiful wife will be used by strangers, someone will sleep with your wife and beat your child…”

The officer’s face twisted in rage, his eyes blazing—he was married.

“Your knife was taken by our chief. It has nothing to do with me.”

“Good. Take me to your chief.”