"I am the descendant of the Dragon King of the Qin and Liu Families..."

The smile on the pig's face froze.

"Haha..." Li Zhiyuan suddenly found it amusing, amusing enough to make him laugh out loud.

You see, this pig understands itself well, and it truly understands.

It even knows when it would officially reveal its identity.

And it knows clearly what to do next after announcing its identity.

Li Zhiyuan: "Do you know why you lost?"

The pig's face showed anger, grievance, and unwillingness.

Li Zhiyuan: "You understand me so well, so you should know that it's impossible for me to let you continue living."

You clearly understand me, know what choices I would make, yet you still hold onto the false hope, asking this one extra question."

The young man understands that the reason he can turn the tables this time, despite having lost the upper hand initially, is because he bet on this very characteristic of the opponent.

It won all previous steps, but because of that, in the final step, its room to maneuver became smaller, being just one step away from success.

When this pig appeared at the photo studio's entrance, and said to me, "How about a trade," Li Zhiyuan knew he had won the bet.

The similarity between myself and this pig is that we are both very smart, hence he understands the drawbacks of being so-called smart, sometimes overthinking.

The difference lies in that this pig gets confused while in the midst, whereas I, sometimes don't like myself, thus allowing for an extra layer of reflection than the pig.

Li Zhiyuan stood up, lifted his foot, and stomped on the pig's head, as he opened his left palm, the black Karmic Fire rekindled.

The necessary habit, must be maintained.

Even if not for oneself, it should be convenient for Alii to compose the image well.

"The descendant of the Dragon King of the Qin and Liu Families—Li Zhiyuan.

Today,

I send you on your way."

His palm flipped, the Karmic Fire poured down like mercury, falling onto the pig, its body burned, and in an instant, turned into nothingness.

Beside him, the monkey, cow, and centipede trembled.

"You three, come together."

...

Li Zhiyuan walked into the photo studio, just at this moment Deng Chen came out holding a photograph, he had his eyes tightly shut, indicating he had not peeked at the contents on it.

"Thanks for your hard work."

Li Zhiyuan reached out and took the photograph.

Only then did Deng Chen dare to open his eyes, he looked towards the window outside, out there, those four, were all gone.

His face turned pale instantly, he knew that next, it would be his turn.

Ultimately, he couldn't escape this fate, but compared to being fused and controlled by that pig, losing oneself, ending cleanly like this, might not be a bad thing.

"Thud."

Li Zhiyuan tossed a blood-stained yellow cloth bag onto the counter.

Deng Chen looked at the wrapped cloth bag somewhat baffled, sensing something small inside it moving ceaselessly, and moreover, he sensed a familiar aura.

"The three of them are severely injured, it will take many years to recover, just keep them here for nurturing."

"Thank you, thank you!" Deng Chen prepared to kneel in gratitude.

"That's enough." Li Zhiyuan snapped his fingers towards the outside, "Pop!"

The white mist which had lost its controller turned into a dead miasma, began to disperse upon this sound.

"Go bring my companions over."

"Yes, understood."

Deng Chen quickly ran out.

Li Zhiyuan shook his injured and aching right hand, and picked up the photograph with his left hand, placing it in front of him.

On the photograph, there was a line of text, the font seemed somewhat familiar:

"With this 'Five Senses Seal Image', exterminate the rogue Wei Zhengdao!"

This seal image, was used back then to suppress Wei Zhengdao?

This inexplicably familiar font, what's going on?

At this moment, Li Zhiyuan discovered that the photograph was actually double-sided, with something on the reverse side.

Surely, it wasn't Deng Chen deliberately doing this to cut costs, it should be that this so-called draft had two sides written, which also means perhaps from different times, written on both sides?

Li Zhiyuan turned the photograph over,

On it, was written:

"Damn it, what a useless image, failed suicide."

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