Super Soldier in the City-Chapter 2201 - 2265: The One Who Should Die Is You

The dead are gone, the lights are out, sins disappear. That ugly man kept provoking Li Yifei, and even after Li Yifei agreed, he conjured a knife and handed it to Li Yifei.

The knife he handed over turned out to be a shrunken True Qi Blade, but the familiar True Qi on it was still the same. Li Yifei’s eyes were somewhat vacant, filled with more pain, as he took the knife. The man said, "Yes, aim for your own chest, just like that, gently stab down. Li Yifei, your sins are too deep, you should have died long ago."

"I should die!" Li Yifei repeated, "I should die, I should have died long ago, I should use this knife to kill myself."

"Right, when you die, your sins will disappear, and those people will let go of their hatred and reincarnate. If you don’t die, hundreds of people won’t be able to reincarnate, let go, or start anew, and your sins will increase!" The man squatted down, continuing his persuasion. Li Yifei looked up at the hateful face and suddenly found it somewhat familiar. He couldn’t remember where he had seen it or who this person was, and he didn’t care, so he quickly lowered his head, looked at the miniature True Qi Blade in his hand, gestured at his chest, and continued, "Indeed, I should die. Farewell to this world. I’m sorry to those who died at my hands. I know some of you shouldn’t have died, but we served our masters, and you had to die."

"Don’t waste time. Stab down now, and you’ll be liberated immediately, without bearing these burdens, without being hunted by those people, without caring about anything." The man urged.

A trace of determination flashed in Li Yifei’s eyes, as if he was really prepared to die heroically. The hateful man’s eyes showed excitement, even biting his teeth to suppress it.

Li Yifei held the True Qi Blade, its white form so beautiful, the mini version looking delicate but equally sharp and incredibly powerful, capable of easily penetrating the body, piercing the skin, stabbing through the heart. Just one move would kill him.

Li Yifei’s lips moved, as if wanting to say something, but he felt there was nothing left to say. He had already killed so many people, so why not die? In death, he could repay and there would be no more deaths at his hands.

Indeed, so many people in the world hate him, why not die? Li Yifei held the True Qi Blade, slowly inserting it towards his chest, the sharp blade already piercing his clothes and reaching his skin.

But... Li Yifei stopped, looking up at the ugly face, asking, "Does everyone wish for my death?"

"No, not everyone wishes for your death, it’s just that your sins are too heavy, only death can release you, otherwise those vengeful souls will haunt you forever, tormenting you."

"But, there must be people who don’t want me dead. I was born in this world, I’m living in this world."

"Besides your parents, no one wants you alive, and your parents are long dead, so you must die now. In death, you’ll not only find release but also see your parents."

"No, I still have my wife and my child." A trace of struggle flashed in Li Yifei’s eyes.

The man became anxious and quickly said, "No, you misunderstood, no one wants you alive, you must die to cleanse all guilt. If you live, no one can be liberated, neither can you nor anyone else!"

"Does Su Mengxin want me to die?"

"She would. You’re too promiscuous, already having over a dozen women at home. You’re not worthy of a woman like Su Mengxin, yet you make her worry every day, lose a child for so long, do you think you deserve her?"

"So, I truly wronged her." Li Yifei said softly but quickly added, "What about Xu Yingying, she’s also my wife, does she want me dead?"

"She’s also a favored daughter of heaven; she could have had a happier life, chosen an outstanding man, had children, rather than living unhappily now, enduring the moral condemnation of her sister seducing her brother-in-law. Do you think she’s comfortable with you entangled with Xu Shanshan?"

"It seems she also wants me dead." Li Yifei said again in a low voice, as if unwilling to give up, "And Ning Xin’er, does she want me dead?"

"She hates you deeply. Without you, she could have continued her beloved career and wouldn’t be alone with a child for so many years. Why shouldn’t she hate you?"

"It seems she also wishes for my death," Li Yifei murmured, then added, "And what about He Fangqing?"

"You caused her divorce. You made her share you with so many women, even waiting ten days to half a month for intimacy. Do you think she doesn’t hate you? Li Yifei, you’re too naive, you seem happy, with a wife and child, but in reality, they’re estranged from you, wishing for your immediate death." The man’s voice suddenly grew louder.

Bang, suddenly Li Yifei felt as if he couldn’t hear a sound. Could it really be as the other said, that everyone wished for his death? But is it really so? Unwilling to accept it, Li Yifei looked up at the other, and said, "No, you’re lying!"

"I’m not lying, ask the other women if you don’t believe me."

"Alright!" Li Yifei then asked all the women in the house, and the man answered for all of them. In the end, Li Yifei felt disappointed. He mentioned all the women, and each response made it seem as if everyone wanted him dead.

Is there really no one wishing for me to live? Though prepared to die, Li Yifei was still unwilling to accept it. Life is short, only lasting decades, hoping to leave something for the world, preparing for death. Naturally, he’s still reluctant, wondering if anyone hopes for his survival.

Head lowered, silent for a long time, Li Yifei’s face was filled with pain. He suddenly realized, without those women at home, he really had no closer people. As for the elders and relatives, Li Yifei suddenly dared not ask.

"Die now, only your death will allow others to live better, you must die!" The person’s voice suddenly turned terrifying like a beast’s roar. Li Yifei’s body trembled, holding the knife, about to stab.

Stab it, stab it, the voice rang in his ears, icy cold, with an inexplicable temptation as if the stab would instantly bring liberation.

But Li Yifei looked up, the stab yet to be made, facing the person, he asked, "I have a question."

"A dying man asking so many questions isn’t good. Hundreds of years of Yihe River death with no redemption," the person said impatiently.

"Li Yifei shook his head, "No, this is the last question. Knowing the answer, I will die immediately without hesitation."

"Go on, I’ll let you die in peace," the person slightly leaned forward, grabbing Li Yifei’s clothes, eyes wide. The hideous face twitched, Li Yifei pursed his lips, silent for seconds, looking at the ugly man, blandly asking, "Why do you know so much about me, every one of their stories, able to answer all my questions?"

"Me?" The person pointed to himself, laughing, "Because I understand you, I know your heavy sins, came to save you, how could I save you without understanding you."

Finished, the person urged; "Answered your last question, now you can die."

"I can die now." Li Yifei nodded slowly, the True Qi Blade in his hand still sharp, almost zero distance from his chest, the person’s hand opened and clenched, obviously anxious yet excited, eyes flickering with excitement.

Yet Li Yifei hesitated, until the other seemed ready to urge again, Li Yifei suddenly moved, his body erupting with strength not to commit suicide, but driving the True Qi Blade forcefully into the other’s body.

At such a close range, the person was completely unprepared, realizing too late as his chest was stabbed, the originally over two feet long True Qi Blade suddenly extending more than a meter long.

"How... how could it be?" The hideous faced man incredulously raised his hand, trying to grip the True Qi Blade, but he couldn’t.

"Ha!" Li Yifei chuckled, the person’s reluctance but the long blade penetrated, the body severely damaged, Li Yifei chuckled, hand turning as the person rasped, "Why, why not die but instead kill me, aren’t you afraid the murder’s weight is too heavy, the soul never to be reincarnated?"

"For no reason, life has no so many whys." Li Yifei smiled lightly, teeth showing, no longer tangled nor despairing, no longer fearful, the crowded images vanished, the person in front not as ugly, even somewhat handsome.

"You... you’ll regret!" The person, despite unwillingness, was helpless now.

But the wound had no blood, the figure gradually dissipating, seemingly always being air, gently poked and burst, then nothing more. Smiling, Li Yifei’s True Qi Blade shattered, white light dissipating in the air, the surrounding space seemingly changed, numerous memory scenes fading, brightness returning to his eyes.