That back was covered with countless wounds, and at this moment only one wound had an eyeball stuffed in it, weeping bloody tears.

Most of those wounds had begun to rot and become infected. Fortunately, Earth-Sheep had an enhanced body, so right now he only felt unbearable pain in his back, but it wasn’t enough to make him collapse.

When Xiao Ran saw that back, she gasped sharply. She gently covered her mouth and muttered in a low voice: “Ew… so ugly.”

She had never had any good feelings toward “Snakes” to begin with, and now she was even more certain of this thought. To her, every “Snake” here was strange.

“What’s the problem now?” Heavenly-Snake wiped his hands impassively. “My ‘modification’ technique wasn’t skilled in the past, but now it’s better.”

He draped the towel over the arm of a nearby “furniture,” then patted that “furniture.”

“Besides, this child is becoming more and more proficient in using ‘grafting,'” Earth-Snake said. “Is this something difficult to understand?”

White Snake, with his back to Heavenly-Snake, slowly twisted his head around and asked with his pale profile: “So… if you performed the same transplant surgery on me again, Teacher, you could succeed this time?”

Upon hearing this, Heavenly-Snake reached up to push his glasses, his brow furrowing slightly. He felt that White Snake’s emotions were very strange today.

“We’ll analyze the specific situation specifically,” he said. “Why are you suddenly asking about this? Turn around and let me look at your eyes.”

“Don’t I have an eye on my back?” White Snake pointed with his hand. “Teacher, when you see this, can you know what I’m thinking?”

Heavenly-Snake paused: “No.”

“What a pity then.” White Snake slowly turned around, looking at him with a pair of extremely cold eyes. “The skill you pride yourself on has no way to convey this good news to you.”

He walked forward step by step, his voice hoarse as he said: “My most respected teacher, I’ve come to tear you to pieces.”

Hearing these words, Heavenly-Snake felt a chill run down his spine, but he quickly calmed down. He carefully examined White Snake’s eyes and discovered that White Snake was not lying.

“So you’re the ‘rebel’…?” Heavenly-Snake asked with furrowed brows.

“Yes.” White Snake nodded. “Even if I’m not, it doesn’t matter. I’ll always find an opportunity to kill you.”

“Wait a moment…” Heavenly-Snake reached out to slow him down. “You also know that we ‘Heaven-level’ are also being forced. Not many people genuinely want to risk their lives for those two. Can’t we talk about this?”

Upon hearing these words, White Snake furrowed his brow slightly: “You mean…”

“I surrender!” Heavenly-Snake said. “I really don’t want to die!”

…

*Thump.*

Heavenly-Sheep instantly knelt down before Earth-Sheep, the panicked expression on her face only intensifying: “I really don’t want to conflict with you all… I just want to return to the real world… What did I do wrong? Why should I die?”

“This…” The tall Earth-Sheep looked down at the middle-aged woman kneeling before him, momentarily stumped by her questions.

“Have I harmed anyone? Have I killed anyone?” Heavenly-Sheep continued to ask with a trembling voice. “Although I’m ‘Heaven-level,’ I haven’t done anything. Why should I die?”

Heavenly-Sheep’s several questions pierced Earth-Sheep’s heart like sharp needles, making him extremely hesitant.

Indeed, he had never seen Heavenly-Sheep on the “Train,” nor had he ever heard of anyone being killed by Heavenly-Sheep.

Perhaps the woman before him was just as she said—she had slept for decades and only awakened yesterday.

Now that he had suddenly come to her door prepared to kill, wasn’t it somewhat unfair to her who knew nothing?

If Earth-Sheep really considered who his enemies on the “Train” were, it would definitely be Heavenly-Mouse.

His “Echo” had been discovered by Heavenly-Mouse during a chance encounter, and then Heavenly-Mouse had used this as leverage, forcing him to use “Broadcast” to report to him every time he conducted a game, or else he would expose this matter.

Although he hadn’t worn a collar like Earth-Mouse, he had still become Heavenly-Mouse’s dog. He was livestreaming scenes to Heavenly-Mouse every day like a joke, and Heavenly-Mouse had even installed many speakers in his “Penglai” game venue to manipulate him.

Thinking about it this way… Heavenly-Sheep didn’t need to be killed. Should he go directly to find Heavenly-Mouse instead?

“Big sister, please get up first…” Earth-Sheep said with furrowed brows. “With you like this, I don’t know what to do either.”

“Do you believe me?” Heavenly-Sheep asked tremblingly. “I really just woke up… I don’t even know what I should do now…”

“I believe you.” Earth-Sheep nodded and stepped forward to help up the trembling woman. “In that case… are you interested in joining us?”

“Joining you…?”

“We’re preparing to break through all the ‘vertices’ here,” Earth-Sheep said. “Whether ‘Heaven-level’ or ‘Twin Dragons.'”

“I… I can’t…” Heavenly-Sheep hesitated and shook her head. “I told you I don’t want to intervene. I don’t want to join either of your sides. I just want to live.”

“I see…” Earth-Sheep nodded. “That’s quite a pity. You’re a ‘Heaven-level’ after all, and you would be a powerful force.”

“I have absolutely no way to trust you. ‘Not intervening’ is already my biggest concession… You should go,” Heavenly-Sheep said. “You’re already injured like this yourself. There’s no need to come persuade me anymore, right?”

Earth-Sheep reached out to touch the wound on his chest and sighed: “You’re right… Then this is all we can do. Sorry for bothering you.”

He turned and walked to the door. Just as he was about to reach out and grab the door handle, he suddenly heard a strange sound.

The sound went *clank clank*, like metal scraping against something.

Before he could react, he felt a chill in his chest.

He slowly lowered his head and discovered a strange, rough iron needle protruding from his chest, with a drop of blood slowly falling from the needle’s tip.

Heavenly-Sheep stepped behind Earth-Sheep, her voice no longer trembling like before but calm as if she had become a different person.

“I said I completely don’t trust you. How dare you turn your back to me?”

“You…” Earth-Sheep wanted to say something, but only felt sweet blood surging upward through his windpipe.

“Wanted to kill me, but didn’t. Now it’s my turn to want to kill you.”

Upon hearing this, Earth-Sheep immediately mobilized all his strength to swing his fist backward. Heavenly-Sheep dodged with a quick movement, and the iron needle in his chest was pulled out at this moment. Blood spilled all over the ground.

Turning around, he saw that one of Heavenly-Sheep’s fingers had completely metalized, transforming into a long, rough iron needle.

He slowly covered his chest with his hand. That needle had pierced who knows where, making Earth-Sheep feel that even breathing had become difficult.

He slowly bent over, his eyes gradually becoming pitch black.

Why did it turn out this way?

He had endured so many years of forbearance… Why did he become soft-hearted at the final moment?

“As expected, in this world… the turtle lives a thousand years.” He murmured.