Chapter 215: Boomerang's Precise Headshot! Boss Shen, Rest in Peace!

Boom—!

No flashy light‑effects.

A black torrent mixed with despair, deathly silence and the stench of rotten mud surged along the red‑black line connecting the two.

It barged into Shen Qing's mind—reckless, brutal, utterly unreasonable!

Memory forced overwrite!

The ceiling of the Underground City, which had been blurry before Shen Qing's eyes, shattered instantly.

What newly appeared was that rain‑soaked night that could never be washed clean.

Above.

Whoosh—

The bone‑chilling rain, like countless tiny poisonous snakes, drove relentlessly into his nostrils.

"Dad... Mom..."

Shen Qing opened his mouth, but what came out was a childish, helpless sob.

Ahead of his gaze, two twisted bodies were tangled together.

Shards of the windshield were lodged across those two faces he knew best.

Fresh blood dripped, landing on his eyelid.

Scalding!

"Help... help me..."

But this was only an appetizer.

The scene began to accelerate wildly.

Like rusted, blunt knives crazily sawing at his cerebral cortex!

At the funeral.

Those relatives who were usually kind‑eyed and benevolent now wore cold stares, avoiding him.

"I always said you have to be careful when driving; if I were behind the wheel, it would be fine!"

"Shh! Shut up, unlucky thing, don't let him come in!"

"That's what you call a stubborn fate that kills parents, stay away from this broom‑star..."

"Shh! Shut up, don't get tainted by bad luck!"

Malicious whispers...

Sharper than knives!

The scene shifts again!

Countless freezing, starving nights, countless nightmares that jolted awake.

In the dreams, only indescribable monsters...

He struggled for survival in the gutter, fighting over half a piece of bread with an eight‑legged stray dog...

Countless people swung knives at him, countless monsters gaped their blood‑filled maws...

"Huff... huff..."

These memories are not mere observation.

They forcefully press on Shen Qing's head, making him feel them!

Su Ming ripped his own blood‑soaked soul apart.

He tore out those old scars that oozed pus and blood.

He slammed them hard onto Shen Qing's heart, which was used to red‑wine steak and was tender and sensitive!

"This is the life I've lived."

"This is the bitterness I've endured."

Su Ming's will roared, carrying a madness that could destroy everything, exploding in Shen Qing's mind.

"Boss Shen, don't you think you're superior?"

"Don't you think a rotting body hurts?"

"Heh."

"Let me tell you a secret..."

"A rotting body can be repaired, but a rotten soul... even immortals can't save!"

"Aaaahhh—!!!"

In the basement, Shen Qing let out an inhuman wail.

Fear!

Collapse!

His hands no longer covered his bleeding thigh, but crazily clawed at his own face.

His nails dug into his eye sockets, gouging deep, bone‑visible blood tracks.

It seemed he wanted to scoop out his eyeballs, unwilling to see those scenes again.

"Don't... don't show me!!"

"Get away! Those poor ghosts... those dead... get away!!"

Too dirty! Too bitter! Too hopeless!

His mental world, that Sky Pavilion built from money, power and superiority.

Before Su Ming's mudslide that dragged Corpse Mountain Blood Sea and human suffering...

Brittle as a sheet of paper.

Boom— collapse!

Snap!

A crisp sound that only Su Ming could hear.

The string of reason in Shen Qing's mind.

Completely snapped!

……

As Shen Qing's mental defenses completely collapsed.

The red‑and‑black line linking the two finally emitted a wail and vanished completely into the air.

The Asset Freeze and Risk Hedge buffs that had been weighing on Su Ming…

The smoke clears!

"Huh…"

Su Ming snapped his eyes open.

His gaze returns.

Due to massive blood loss, the world before his eyes seemed covered with a blood‑colored filter, double images overlapping.

But…

Whatever!

He reached into the dimensional space with his other hand, pulled out several bottles of Source Blood, tipped his head, and downed them!

Glug! Glug!

The Source Blood entered his belly, turning into a greedy beast that frantically repaired this battered, ragged body.

The granulation tissue of the thigh's penetrating wound wriggled and scabbed.

The broken bone in his left arm, under the strong pressure of the muscles, snapped back into place with a crack.

"What a… terrible immersive experience."

"Bad review, no refund."

A moment later, Su Ming spat out a mouthful of blood‑stained saliva.

He got up and staggered forward.

He lowered his head, looking at the clump of rotting flesh still twitching at his feet.

Shen Qing lay paralyzed in a blood pool mixed with dust; his expensive tailor‑made suit had long turned into a rag.

His eyes were wide open, pupils dilated to the extreme, with no focus at all.

Drool dripped from the corners of his mouth, and a foolish, strange grin hung on his face.

He kept muttering.

"Bread… give me bread… don't hit me…"

"I'll be good… I have money… I have lots of money, exchange for bread…"

"Heh!"

Su Ming let out a light laugh.

This Shen Qing…

Looks worse than those two dead dogs just now!

This is Boss Shen… the maze he can never escape!

His mind has already been completely shredded by that massive, heavy, dark flood of memories…

It was thoroughly torn apart, shaken!

"Tsk."

Su Ming crouched, using his newly reattached left hand, and patted the face of Shen Qing that had been clawed beyond recognition.

"Hey."

"Boss Shen?"

"Wake up, it's time to pay back."

There was no response.

Only drool ran down his mouth corner, dripping onto the back of Su Ming's hand.

"This is… the outcome of a High Risk Investment."

"When it blows up, the whole family is ruined."

A hint of boredom flashed in Su Ming's eyes, as if he were tired of a clumsy clown show.

He slowly stood, and with a rough motion he forcibly ripped off the Pseudo‑God Spine, which had reverted to a pale bone bracelet shape, from Shen Qing's blood‑stained wrist.

Then he bent over again and picked up the Surgical Knife from the nearby blood.

It was the one Shen Qing had previously handed to him to use for executing the gambler.

"Closed the loop, folks."

The wheel of fate turned a round, and the boomerang landed a precise headshot.

"Since it's bankrupt."

"Then… let's proceed with the forced liquidation process."

Su Ming's voice was flat.

There was no thrill of avenging a great hatred.

For such a hypocrite who wants to eat his flesh, drink his blood, yet stand on a moral high ground to lecture him.

Death is the greatest cleansing for this world.

It is also the Unique mercy.

Clang—!

The Surgical Knife at Su Ming's blood‑stained fingertips twirled a graceful blade flourish, shedding a sharp cold gleam.

Aimed at the heart.

Psshh!

The black cold light flashed and vanished.

But at the instant of the thrust, the Surgical Knife in his hand had already turned into a Soul Dagger!

The play is to attack the unprepared with a single move!

The defense is against whatever this bastard still has as a life‑saving item or a corpse‑reanimation counterattack!

If the physical transcendence is unstable, then even the soul will be blown away!

"Next life."

"Remember to lower the difficulty a bit."

"This kind of High-end Game..."

"You can't play it!"