Song Qi’s gaze gradually dimmed at this moment, and his entire person stood in place like a sculpture.

A few seconds later, he slowly raised his head, a crazed smile appearing on his face.

“What the hell…” Song Qi said with a laugh. “I thought you had some real ability… turns out you’re nothing special after all?”

The forced “Soul Migration” could almost directly kill the original owner of the body. Zhu Que lowered his head and looked at his own palm.

At this very moment, he was Song Qi.

It was just a pity that this body had entered its countdown; otherwise, he would definitely make good use of this trustworthy physique to torture and kill those few remaining rats until none were left.

Zhu Que knew that his “Soul Migration” into Song Qi’s body was only to ensure his true death.

Whether the “Combustion” was placed on his own original body or Song Qi’s original body, Zhu Que would never let Song Qi survive.

Anyone who dared to provoke his anger must not leave even a fragment behind.

“After your body shatters, I’ll select a corpse to infiltrate the ‘Train.'” Zhu Que’s crazed smile surfaced again. “I’ll let you all know… things in this world can’t be achieved just by ‘unity.’ If ‘Combustion’ couldn’t kill me the first time… it means it can never kill me.”

Zhu Que discovered that some remaining memories of Song Qi were still lingering in his mind.

He examined them with a smile and discovered that this young man’s memories actually contained quite a few schemes.

For instance, continuously provoking him through words to make him use “Soul Seizing” to take away his rationality, then trigger the largest scale “Combustion” while in a state of confusion.

In all the memories, Song Qi indeed hadn’t left any backup plans.

His plan ended simply with detonating himself.

It seemed that all the earlier provocations were just bluffing. Even Song Qi himself was doubting whether he could trigger a massive “Combustion.”

The more Zhu Que thought about it, the more ridiculous he found it. These insignificant mortals actually thought they could slaughter a “Divine Beast.”

“What a pity… too bad that although you calculated well, your enemy won’t act according to your plan.”

Zhu Que laughed and raised his head, quietly waiting for the fireworks to arrive.

The next second, he suddenly felt someone pat his shoulder.

He whipped his head around. Behind him was empty—not a single person there.

He was slightly stunned, and an ominous premonition flashed through his heart.

Immediately after, another hand patted his shoulder. Zhu Que instantly felt his scalp tingle.

He whipped his head around again and found that before his eyes it was still wide open, but on a distant rooftop stood an aged figure.

The two gazed at each other from over ten meters away, both their expressions somewhat complex.

“One ‘Combustion’ would definitely not be enough…” Baihu said hoarsely. “But this group of young people won’t themselves a second one.”

“You…” Zhu Que asked somewhat incredulously. “Old thing… you’re also planning to kill me?!”

“No.” Baihu shook his head. “Don’t you dare slander me with false accusations. The one releasing ‘Combustion’ is that kid called Song Qi. I’m just here to deepen his ‘Combustion’ a bit. I have no prejudice against you whatsoever.”

“Baihu… you’ve fucking lost your mind…” Zhu Que said. “Do you still want to return to the ‘Train’ or not…?”

“I’ve lost my mind?” Baihu shook his head. “Zhu Que… you’re the one who’s lost your mind. I’ve come to wake you up. Everything you’re experiencing right now is not the life you should be living at all.”

Zhu Que slowly walked forward one step. He wanted to make trouble, but he felt his hands and feet beginning to gradually stiffen. Even his body shrunk inside Song Qi’s throat was starting to have difficulty moving.

“Wake me up…?” He laughed angrily. “Stop pointing fingers at me from your position of clarity… both our hands are stained with blood. What qualifications do you have to lecture me?”

“I don’t deny that I’ve killed many people.” Baihu said. “‘Taoyuan’ completely activated the ‘evil’ in our hearts. The abilities of the three of us are above the vast majority of people here. This causes us to gradually lose ourselves in the slaughter. Even if you think you’re still clear-headed, you’ve already become utterly insane.”

“That sounds really nice…” Zhu Que continued walking forward. “Not wanting to lose yourself—is this the reason you suddenly left the ‘Train’?”

“Yes, we’ve all gone mad. To stop the killing, we must stay away from the ‘rules,’ so I left.” Baihu sighed deeply. “Zhu Que, among the three of us… perhaps only Xuanzi, who seems the most insane, is the clear-headed one.”

“Stop joking…” Zhu Que said. “Xuanwu went mad earlier than anyone else. She’s just a killing machine. I’m a thousand times, ten thousand times better than her. Have you not only suddenly grown old, but even your brain has become senile?”

Hearing this question, Baihu slowly lowered his head, revealing an expression of deep loss.

“Yes… you all noticed that I aged overnight, yet didn’t realize the seriousness of the problem.” Baihu smiled bitterly. “Because all incomprehensible things are nothing unusual in ‘Taoyuan,’ right?”

“What else?” Zhu Que looked coldly at Baihu. “Should I have offered you condolences?”

“That’s fine too. This shows that everything has its fate. What should happen will happen, and what should return will return.” Baihu said. “Zhu Que, you are liberated.”

“Stop talking to me with that sanctimonious bullshit…” Zhu Que’s entire body trembled. He felt his body was rapidly expanding, so he hurriedly spoke. “I don’t want ‘liberation’ at all! Old thing… this place is my paradise! What right do you have…”

“That’s why I said you should wake up.” Baihu said. “Return to your former self.”

“You’re courting death… Baihu… you’re courting…”

Song Qi’s body had already expanded to an extremely exaggerated degree. Even his throat was completely blocked. Zhu Que couldn’t make a sound, and even his shouting words were held back.

Zhu Que had never imagined that having Baihu’s “Combustion” poured into his body would render him unable to move. This caused him to only be able to shrink in Song Qi’s throat, unable to budge.

“Give me… a reason…” Zhu Que said. “Why…”

“Because Xuanzi pointed at you.”

Baihu turned around, no longer looking at Zhu Que, and then disappeared from where he stood.

No matter who saw this scene, they would believe that the person who killed Zhu Que was Song Qi. It was as if Baihu had never appeared at all.

This was the honor Song Qi deserved, and also the distinction of “Cat.”

“BOOM—”

A massive explosion spread out across the venue.

The nearby corpses, Di Zhu’s game venue, and the surrounding low buildings all turned into fragments in an instant, then were blown away by strong winds.

The entire “Land of Finality” trembled several times because of this violent explosion.

This sound was “Combustion” released upon “Combustion,” and also the death knell tolled for Zhu Que.