The jellyfish was still crying, not believing Shui Qianfan’s words.
How could it not hurt?
Clearly, his chest was already mangled, the blood continuously flowing downward.
Bai Ye said coldly, "Shui Qianfan, if you don’t speak, then next time the whip won’t just be that simple on you. Your wife shouldn’t be able to endure as much as you, right?"
"Bai Ye, if you have the guts, come at me!"
Shui Qianfan roared, veins bulging in his neck, looking terrifying.
Bai Ye still maintained the same demeanor as before, saying, "Then let me ask again, where is your daughter hiding?"
"Bai Ye, you will definitely die a horrible death!"
Shui Qianfan no longer intended to deceive himself.
He actually understood a long time ago; Bai Ye would never let Shui Xun live, yet he clung to that hope.
If that’s the case, he might as well seek death.
As long as he died, Shui Xun would keep hiding, and she also had the Black Street Order. With the Black Street Order, it was impossible for Bai Ye to capture Shui Xun. Additionally, she could find opportunities to slowly become stronger through the Black Street Merchant, someday surpassing Bai Ye.
"Continue beating him, as long as he doesn’t die, feel free to torment him." Bai Ye snorted angrily, stood up, eager to step outside.
Since the inquiries were fruitless, he decided to personally go investigate in White Night City.
Without finding Shui Xun, he couldn’t feel at ease.
"Young master, we’ve arrived."
"Young master?"
"Young master!"
"Young master..."
Longevity gradually opened his eyes, the dazzling light immediately penetrating them, followed by a refreshing breath rushing into his nostrils. Once adjusted, what came into view was a wooden box, flanked by windows.
Are coffins designed like this now? With windows? So coffins aren’t just a single style.
Wait!
Longevity suddenly sat up, then looked outside the window of the wooden box.
Pedestrians hurried by, sounds of talking and selling were endless.
A mere meter or two away, a middle-aged man was leaning over, staring directly at him.
"Young master, we’ve arrived."
The middle-aged man fully drew back the curtain.
As sunlight poured in at that moment, Longevity felt a hint of warmth.
To be honest, he hadn’t felt the warmth of sunlight for a long time. Since falling ill, he could only lie on a stiff hospital bed every day, watching the medicine drip from the bottle above, and once it was emptied a nurse would replace it with another.
But now he felt the warmth of the sun and the fresh air.
Is this a dream?
If it is, please let him not wake up.
Lying on a stiff hospital bed every day was truly painful.
When Longevity stepped forward, his head suddenly hit the ceiling, and with a bang, a surge of pain followed.
"Ah!"
"Ah?"
"Was that just pain?"
"I’m not dreaming!"
Longevity hurriedly peered outside the curtain, dumbfounded at the scene before him...
Men and women dressed in simple old-fashioned clothing milled about the streets, the houses on both sides were all wooden, with the tallest only being two or three stories. In the street, the cries of vendors and the playful shouts of children were continuous.
In the distance, horse-drawn carriages moved slowly, the coachmen urging their horses while warning pedestrians.
Further away, inside a bustling blacksmith shop, a burly man with arms thicker than his thighs wielded a hammer, pounding the iron clamped in the tongs again and again.
Even further, women dressed in flamboyant attire waved, enticing passersby.
At this moment, Longevity realized.
He had been reborn!
Reborn into another world.
He could truly, thoroughly, live freely once more.
"Young master, what are you looking at?" The coachman beside him also followed Longevity’s gaze into the distance.
Longevity snapped back to reality, tears brimming in his eyes, happily saying, "Nothing, I’m looking at people and houses."
"Young master, why are you crying?"
"I’m happy."
The coachman fell silent.
Because the conversation could not continue.
Longevity stepped off the carriage, and as he stood on the street, the coachman turned the carriage around.
Before leaving, the coachman advised, "Young master, please don’t tell anyone I took you out for a ride."
Longevity nodded, staring at the increasingly distant carriage for a moment before looking around.
Suddenly feeling a bit of urgency, but there seemed to be no toilet nearby, only an empty alley.
Without any hesitation, Longevity dashed into the alley, intending to find a corner to relieve himself. But as soon as he turned the corner, the scene turned dark.
A darkened street lay before him.
Aside from being terrifyingly dark, Longevity also felt it was too quiet.
Unlike a place where people lived.
When an abrupt chill hit his back, Longevity instinctively ran towards the sole lit area nearby.
"Is anyone there?"
He rushed into the shop, but found it abandoned.
Inside the store, the shelves were mostly empty, covered with transparent jars, their purpose unknown.
"Is anyone there?"
Longevity shouted again.
Still no response!
But he spotted a letter on the counter!
A letter stamped with a China Post postal mark!
The envelope’s center bore three words, addressed to the new Black Street Merchant Longevity!
Without a sender!
"This..."
Longevity was stunned.
Because the letter bore his name, and the envelope originated from the Huaxia World he had died in.
Driven by intense curiosity, Longevity opened the letter.
[Congratulations, you are now the new Black Street Merchant.]
Upon seeing the first line, a voice sounded in his ear.
Longevity looked around, but found no one.
[I have given you the chance to live anew. In the coming days, whether long or fleeting, you shall succeed me as the new Black Street Merchant. From this moment on, you will possess the power of creation, able to turn thoughts into reality. For instance, if you think of an apple, you can genuinely create an apple. But this is not the focus; the focus is that the duty of a Black Street Merchant is to sell created goods to the people of this world.]
[However, the price can be more than money. It can also be one’s body, time, even life! As for what the price is, it entirely depends on you. The value of money or other things obtained from selling created goods will determine the length of your reborn life’s duration. This explains why your future may be lengthy, or possibly short.]
[Oh, there’s something essential to tell you. The number now seen on your wrist shows your remaining time.]
"10?"
"10 days!"
Longevity immediately turned ashen.
No!
How could he have only ten days left after reliving his life?
[If you don’t wish to die again, then put down the envelope, create something, and sell it to the people of this world. Regardless of what you receive in return, place it in the jar, then return it to the shelf and you will gain life.]
"No, I don’t want to die."
The first thought that came to Longevity was earning money, but if the price was one’s time or life, and the other party refused to give it, what was to be done?
"How much life can money buy?"
Longevity hurriedly rummaged through his belongings, retrieving a silver note.
Altogether one hundred taels.
Longevity quickly took a jar from the shelf, placed the one hundred taels inside, and put the jar back on the shelf.
The next moment, the silver note disappeared within the jar.
Longevity swiftly looked at his wrist.
A +10 figure flashed by.
"One hundred taels for ten seconds!"
Longevity immediately began calculating backwards.
One hour requires six hundred taels!
One day requires fourteen thousand four hundred taels!
To extend life for ten days requires one hundred forty-four thousand taels!
When Longevity pulled out memories of the world’s currency value from his mind, he was stunned.
One hundred taels were a common person’s wages for five years.
In other words, a common person abstaining from eating or drinking for five years could only buy him ten minutes of life.
Why is the exchange rate so exaggerated!
Finally living well once more, he didn’t want to die!
"I must quickly do a big deal!"
However, what do the people of this world need? What should be created to sell at a sky-high price?