Hearing Qi Xia’s words, Qinglong slowly broke into a grin, then reached out and snapped his fingers in front of him.

Qi Xia only felt the entire car being surrounded by a bizarre aura, remarkably similar to “Silence.”

“Of course you can! Qi Xia!” Qinglong laughed loudly. “Resist! Kill him!!”

“What…?” Qi Xia hadn’t expected Qinglong to have this attitude, and for a moment didn’t know how to respond.

“Of course you should rise up in resistance!!” Qinglong shouted. “Only that way will it be exciting enough! Why can’t mortals kill ‘gods’? Why are only we allowed to walk out of here? That’s not right!”

Qi Xia was trying to understand Qinglong’s personality in the shortest time possible, but he quickly discovered this was futile.

This man with a cold and detached countenance had unstable emotions—he was even more insane than anyone Qi Xia had ever encountered.

How could one possibly understand such a person?

“Qinglong, what exactly do you want?” Qi Xia asked. “Didn’t you come here to stop Xu Liunian?”

“Stop Xu Liunian…?” Qinglong seemed to suddenly remember something. “Right, right, right… Although elephants don’t specifically go out of their way to kill ants, ‘establishing authority’ is still necessary.”

“Establishing authority?” Xu Liunian was startled. “What?”

“The ‘chess pieces’ I recognize must be ‘chess pieces,'” Qinglong said. “No one in this world is an exception. Once I set my sights on someone, they become my ‘chess piece.’ All chess pieces must act according to my instructions. This rule absolutely cannot be broken.”

After speaking, he extended his hand toward Xu Liunian again, his fingers emanating a strange power.

“Don’t worry, Xu Liunian, I won’t let you die,” Qinglong smiled. “I just want to take back the ‘sanity’ I bestowed upon you and make you completely become a ‘Madman.’ From now on, no one will ever come to help you again, and it will be impossible for anyone to return your ‘sanity’ to you. This is the consequence of defying me, ‘Qinglong.'”

Xu Liunian’s mind recalled those two years of muddled, confused days—they were terrifying beyond measure.

“No… no…” Xu Liunian shook her head, constantly shifting backward, then hurriedly reached out to open the car door.

But the car door seemed to have been subjected to some kind of manipulation, immovable as if it were cast concrete.

“Kill me… I’d rather you kill me than take away my ‘sanity’…”

Qinglong sneered coldly: “That’s not up to you.”

“I already said, wait a moment.”

Qi Xia reached out and grasped Qinglong’s wrist.

This action made Qinglong feel greatly provoked, even causing his arm to recoil.

“You… are touching me…?” Qinglong asked with furrowed brows. In his decades of memory, he had never been touched by a mortal before. This sensation was somewhat uncomfortable.

“Qinglong, you cannot take away her sanity,” Qi Xia’s eyes turned cold, the corners of his mouth curling upward as he spoke. “If you take away her sanity, I will immediately execute Xu Liunian with my own hands. When the next reincarnation begins, Xu Liunian as a ‘Participant’ will still return here. You cannot win against me.”

Hearing Qi Xia’s words, Xu Liunian was slightly stunned. If earlier Qi Xia had promised her that she “came from hell,” now she truly had no way out at all.

But Qi Xia had specifically said he didn’t believe it—he firmly believed Xu Liunian was a “Participant.” This choice that seemed to push Xu Liunian into a desperate situation was now playing a crucial role at this moment.

“Qi Xia, not only did you command me, you even touched me…” Qinglong continued muttering to himself. “Even though I’ve been so polite to you, that doesn’t mean you can overstep your bounds. Mortals are mortals after all—you cannot touch me with your filthy body.”

“Ridiculous.” Qi Xia still gripped Qinglong’s wrist, with no intention of letting go. “What kind of ‘god’ are you anyway? Even if you can treat human lives as chess pieces and play with them recklessly, aren’t you still sitting in the back seat of an old taxi negotiating with me right now?”

“Presumptuous…” Qinglong’s expression instantly became ice-cold, his eyes filled with killing intent.

“Qinglong… you cannot kill me either,” Qi Xia smiled. “I’ve experienced enough in this reincarnation cycle. Next, it should be time for you to regret.”

“What?”

“Tell me, is there this possibility…?” Qi Xia raised the corners of his mouth, his eyes similarly filled with killing intent. “I’ve already obtained ‘Endless Life’ three times. This doesn’t represent how strong I am, but rather that you’ve given me enough despair.”

“So what?” Qinglong asked.

“So I boldly speculate that starting from the next reincarnation, I will more easily become familiar with this feeling, thereby more easily obtaining ‘Echo.’ If from today onward I no longer lose my memories, how exactly will you and ‘Heavenly-Dragon’ stop me?”

Qi Xia’s series of pressing questions caused Qinglong’s expression to constantly change.

“You say from today onward you will no longer lose your memories?” Qinglong furrowed his brows, continuously examining Qi Xia’s eyes, as if trying to judge the truth or falsehood in Qi Xia’s words.

After all, “Endless Life” needed to be activated by one’s own subconscious, yet Qi Xia had directly spoken his thoughts aloud.

Was he “deceiving,” or was this his true “belief”?

“Qi Xia… I’m glad you’re so optimistic,” Qinglong paused for a long while, finally shaking his head. “It seems you still don’t know where the gap between us lies.”

Qinglong’s wrist trembled, directly shaking off Qi Xia’s palm, then said softly: “We don’t need to go through so much trouble to kill ‘Participants’—we can even take action directly in the ‘interview rooms,’ because ‘Heavenly-Dragon’ and I are the rules here. No matter what we do, no one will interfere.”

The corners of Qi Xia’s mouth slowly curved upward. What kind of laughable feeling was this?

Even someone like Qinglong could have loopholes found in his words by him?

“How laughable… Qinglong, are you trying to deceive me?”

“You…”

“You and ‘Heavenly-Dragon’s’ rules are the rules?” Qi Xia completely disregarded Qinglong, instead laughing angrily. “Too laughable. If ‘Heavenly-Dragon’s’ ultimate goal is to kill all ‘Participants,’ why would he bother creating such troublesome rules? He could clearly have you directly take away everyone’s ‘sanity,’ wait for everyone to become ‘Natives,’ then personally slaughter everyone—perhaps in just a few days, there wouldn’t be any living people left in the ‘Land of the End.’ After all, back then, I only said I wanted ‘Participants’ to be able to reincarnate.”

After listening, Qinglong slowly furrowed his brows.

Indeed, they should have stopped Xu Liunian from handing her “weapon” over to him.

The current Qi Xia seemed to have already cleared away the chaotic rocks blocking his line of thinking, advancing in a bizarre direction.

Seeing Qinglong’s puzzled expression, Qi Xia struck while the iron was hot: “Qinglong, you don’t think I’m bluffing, do you?”