"Everything started from that moment. Maybe fate really exists, and we were meant to meet."
I glanced at Xu Fu and asked.
"Jing Kerr—is he the assassin who tried to kill the First Emperor of Qin, and died for it?"
Xu Fu nodded.
"He and Mr. Oblivion were good friends, I suppose. He spent a short time with us, and during those days, we were all quite happy. After all, Jing Kerr was a genuinely warm-hearted guy."
Night had fully fallen. Xu Fu sat quietly at the table, dishes laid out before him. Adam Dale was still eating. After their meal, both Wu and Xu Fu seemed lost in thought, pondering the girl they met today—Ms. Genesis.
"She's a bit like you, but somehow... different."
Wu nodded silently.
Xu Fu smiled. Now, his goal was not simply to seek medicine, but people—people like himself. He needed these companions.
"You plan to recruit her, and her brother too? What exactly are you trying to do?"
"I don't know. But compared to being stuck in the past, I much prefer how things are now."
As he spoke, Xu Fu took out a bundle, inside were several pills.
"Last time's experiment failed. Looks like we still need to keep trying. These pills—this place seems pretty suitable, haha."
Wu sneered.
"What, you used to tremble at the sight of corpses, but those people you poisoned—were they pigs and dogs to you? Or just ants?"
Xu Fu said nothing, his face full of disgust as he looked at Wu. Adam stood to the side, giggling foolishly.
"Enough talk. Today you saw her—the girl named Sheng. Where does she live?"
Wu nodded.
"Tomorrow, I'll go find her."
It was late at night. Mr. Oblivion stared blankly at the night sky outside. Tonight's moon looked different—a crimson halo surrounded it. Grinning, he thought about how, for the past year, the He Family would torture him every few days. There wasn't a single patch of unscarred flesh left on his body.
Especially his face—aside from his eyes, nothing of his original appearance remained. A low hum came from his throat, a melody from his hometown, long and mournful, tinged with quiet sorrow.
"Here, eat something. You must be hungry."
A frail guard watched over Mr. Oblivion. Each time, he would secretly leave a little food for him. Mr. Oblivion, toothless, could only swallow it whole, quickly finishing the meal.
"Sigh, the He Family's young master still hasn't recovered. Now he's kept alive only by rare medicinal herbs. Sigh."
Mr. Oblivion just smiled, showing no concern for his current situation.
"I'm telling you, just bow your head to the He Family and admit your mistake. Your sister is now favored by Lady Julie Zhou. If you just apologize and kowtow, what's so hard about that?"
Mr. Oblivion burst out laughing again, then leaned back and closed his eyes without another word.
Lady Julie Zhou had mentioned Mr. Oblivion several times, hoping the He Family would release him. The story of his daily torture had spread throughout the city—everyone said the He Family was too cruel. Either kill him outright, or stop tormenting him like this.
But Howard He wanted Mr. Oblivion to submit. Every time he tortured him, he demanded it. Yet Mr. Oblivion never uttered a word, no matter what the He Family did. He only laughed. Eventually, even the ones torturing him started to lose their minds—some were even frightened sick.
It had been almost a month since Mr. Oblivion was last tortured.