GBT Chapter 112

This situation is beyond fucked up.

But no one is flying into a rage.

Everyone’s firepower has been blown away by the typhoon. Now they’re bleeding and weak, unable to even clench their fists. Only Yu Ling can still fight, but his brother has been captured, so he’s basically being held by the throat.

Jiao Bai is the calmest of the group. The opportunity to send Yu Ling into the group has arrived.

The biggest reaction comes from Cen Yu, who’s shocked and bewildered: “Brother, how could you be here?”

Cen Jingmo taps the back of his hand with his interlaced fingers. He’s smiling, without the slightest hint of blame or complaint: “A Yu, you only care about your boyfriend and not your brother.”

“I’m sorry. I was in the room with Yi Zhe at the time, and I panicked too much.” Cen Yu brushes away her messy hair, trying to remain calm. “Brother, Yi Zhe is injured. He’s lost a lot of blood, and I’m worried about his safety. Do you have a doctor here?”

“Yes, I do,” Cen Jingmo says.

Cen Yu immediately loses control and forgets her Miss-manners, yelling on the spot: “Then where’s the doctor? Take me there quickly…”

“Don’t rush.” Cen Jingmo’s eyes are smiling. “Wait for your brother to finish his business.”

Cen Yu shivers. She deeply feels that this half-brother of hers is more capricious and unpredictable than usual.

The basement isn’t spacious, but it’s not cramped either. It’s filled with the smell of blood, very strong. So strong that even the scent of the incense on the table is overwhelmed.

“Mr. Jiao, this accident was something I didn’t foresee. As the master of this place, I feel deeply sorry. The fact that those bandits could cause trouble is purely because the Cen family’s guards weren’t perfect enough. The responsibility lies entirely with me. Fortunately, you all got through it unharmed.” Cen Jingmo is polite and courteous. “Just rest here. As my little sister said, this place is safe.”

Jiao Bai gives Zhang Zhen a meaningful look.

Before long, they all sit down and, as if no one else is around, take out their daggers to dig out the bullets from their flesh, treating their wounds.

The bullets, wrapped in blood, fall to the ground, making a crisp sound that challenges fate.

Cen Yu watches with a pounding heart. These people live on the edge of a knife, used to blood and pain. Her boyfriend isn’t. He can’t withstand such a rough method.

“Young Master Cen, please be merciful and let my brother go.” Yu Ling says, his voice cold and hard.

Cen Jingmo glances at Yu Ling: “Team Leader Yu misunderstands. This matter is about you. I said a long time ago that you can leave whenever you want, but you have to tell me.”

“As master and servant, I still wanted to say goodbye to you properly. Who knew my people couldn’t find you anywhere? I had no choice but to invite your brother to Cen’s house as a guest first.”

Cen Jingmo raises the fingertips resting on the back of his hand. The guard holding Yu Xiang pinches his face, letting his brother see clearly.

There isn’t even a scratch on him.

“You didn’t tell me your brother has mental problems. I wasn’t prepared at all,” Cen Jingmo says. “After his attack, he became crazed and beat anyone he saw. I had to have the doctor inject him with medication. It’s nothing serious.”

Yu Ling’s chest rises and falls too quickly. The fire of anger climbs up his limbs, rushes into his blood, and gathers on his tense, twitching face.

“A farewell, is it?” Yu Ling says, his face stern. “Then let’s bid farewell.”

“Not so fast,” Cen Jingmo says. “I want to talk to your friend alone.”

Yu Ling’s hand, holding the gun, suddenly tightens.

The next second, a flash of cold light streaks across his retina and then freezes. It’s a sharp, pointed weapon at his brother’s carotid artery, thin and long, one end in the guard’s hand.

The other end of the sharp weapon presses into his brother’s flesh, and a wisp of blood seeps out.

Yu Ling is about to shoot when he hears Jiao Bai’s calm voice: “Where do you want to talk?”

Cen Jingmo doesn’t seem surprised by Jiao Bai’s attitude. He puts down his legs and slowly gets up: “Come with me.”

Jiao Bai has only taken a step when his leg is grabbed.

The one holding him isn’t Yu Ling, nor is it Zhang Zhen or Qi Huai, or any of the Qi family’s thugs. It’s someone he didn’t expect—Yi Zhe.

To be precise, it’s Qi Zi Zhi. His main personality has awakened at this moment.

Jiao Bai kicks Qi Zi Zhi away.

Qi Zi Zhi is already at the end of his rope. He’s kicked to the ground, his eyes still fixed on Jiao Bai, with a warning in them: Don’t go, it’s dangerous.

Jiao Bai returns his gaze with an unspoken message: Mind your own business.

Qi Zi Zhi’s unfamiliar face is stunned, but the depths of his eyes are completely red.

This scene is very subtle.

Cen Jingmo slows down the action of putting on his leather gloves: “A Yu, care to explain?”

“Never mind, we’ll talk later.” He puts on one of his leather gloves and smiles at Jiao Bai. “Mr. Jiao, let’s go in.”

Jiao Bai doesn’t look at anyone. He lowers his eyes and walks toward Cen Jingmo, neither fast nor slow, thinking about countermeasures in his heart.

Heavy breathing and urgent shouts come from behind. Jiao Bai turns back to glare at Zhang Zhen, seeing that he’s murderous and in a bad mood, on the verge of collapse. So he folds back and gives Zhang Zhen a hug, saying softly, “The guards here all have guns. You’ll be shot full of holes before you can do anything. Don’t mess around. It’s important to save your life. I’ll be fine. Trust me.”

“You have to trust me like your third brother,” Jiao Bai adds.

Jiao Bai releases Zhang Zhen and glances at Qi Huai, who’s looking at him, mouthing the words: Keep an eye on my brother.

After giving instructions, Jiao Bai enters a secret room with Cen Jingmo. Yu Xiang, who is being dragged along by a guard, also goes in with them.

Qi Huai covers his abdomen with one hand and pulls at Zhang Zhen with the other: “Instead of being anxious and uselessly angry, and courting death, why not think about how to solve the trouble outside?”

Zhang Zhen’s panic and murderous intent freeze for a moment. He suddenly notices a gloomy and hostile gaze and turns to see Cen Yu’s boyfriend, that inexplicable person.

He’s staring at him now, with those bloodshot eyes.

That person has gunshot wounds on his arm and back, and blood has pooled around him. Yet he seems to be bursting with a powerful aura because of some kind of obsession. “As a brother, why did you let your brother take the risk?”

Zhang Zhen’s suppressed self-blame instantly surges up. But at this moment, Qi Er protectively yells at the person: “It’s none of your business! Who do you think you are?”

The emotion in Qi Zi Zhi’s eyes suddenly stagnates. Who am I…?

Why am I still alive?

“Thump.”

Qi Zi Zhi slams into the wall. The sound of his skull hitting the wall is chilling. He blacks out after hitting it several times.

Overwhelmed with shock, Cen Yu crawls over, crying and calling his name: “Yi Zhe, Yi Zhe, don’t leave me… Help… Where’s the doctor…”

The woman’s cries are like the chirping of insects in a glass cage.

Zhang Zhen lets his brother dig the bullet out of his leg. He groans, his gaze sweeping over the guards.

He has to hurry.

Without medicine, Zhang Zhen bites the tip of his tongue to keep himself awake. He formulates a plan in his mind, hiding the glint in his eyes.

The secret room has a whole other world inside.

The unconscious Yu Xiang is placed on a large turntable. There’s a bloody mark on his neck. He looks like he’s being offered as a sacrifice to a demon.

Jiao Bai abruptly says, “The typhoon should have arrived by now. If there are any ships at sea, they’ll definitely capsize.”

He pretends to casually mention Li Jue, wanting to suppress Cen Jingmo’s excited nerve endings.

“That’s right,” Cen Jingmo says, taking out a handkerchief from his pocket and wiping the wound on his head. “It’s too dangerous to go to sea in this weather. We can only pray that God will be merciful.”

Jiao Bai is too weak to make comments.

Cen Jingmo lowers his eyes to look at the handkerchief stained with dirt, looks at it for a while, and throws it away.

“Mr. Jiao, would you say we’re friends?” Cen Jingmo unbuttons his shirt, revealing his thin, pale collarbones.

“I guess so,” he answers himself. “Since we’re friends, then help me clear up a few things.”

Jiao Bai sees that the guard by the turntable has put on headphones. He answers in a normal voice: “I said last night, I was possessed.”

Cen Jingmo raises his eyelids. The guard presses the turntable, and it starts spinning quickly. The colorful colors are dazzling.

Cen Jingmo grabs a handful of darts and throws them on the table. He picks up one with his gloved hand and throws it at random.

Jiao Bai catches his breath.

The dart passes through Yu Ling’s hair and sticks into the “1” above him.

“I wanted to shoot at 10, how could it be 1?” Cen Jingmo rotates his wrist. “I guess I haven’t played in over a decade. I’m rusty.”

Jiao Bai curses in his heart. You motherfucker, you haven’t played in over a decade, this is going to kill someone.

“I spent my childhood on the island. Later, I would come back to live for a while during every winter and summer vacation,” Cen Jingmo says, lost in memories. “There’s a place on the island that’s very hidden and quiet. Whenever I’m upset, I go there to stay. I never let the servants accompany me, so they don’t know about it, including my family.”

“Marriage is a big deal. I thought about it a lot in the second half of the night, so I went there to calm down. I fell asleep without realizing it. In the morning, my people came to find me. They said that Mr. Jiao revealed the address.” Cen Jingmo smiles. “Mr. Jiao, I’m very curious.”

Jiao Bai says in surprise, “I don’t know anything about that.”

“I have no memory of what I did or said while I was possessed, unless I quickly regained consciousness, then I might remember a little bit,” Jiao Bai says with difficulty.

Finally, as if to confirm, he asks, “Is that place where you go to calm down only known to you in the whole world?”

Cen Jingmo caresses the dart: “Yes.”

“Then the one who possessed me…” Jiao Bai mutters, “Could it be the wandering ghosts on the island? They saw you when you went there.”

The corners of Cen Jingmo’s lips turn up: “Mr. Jiao is really joking.”

Jiao Bai doesn’t mean to joke at all: “I don’t think it’s impossible.”

“Aren’t you afraid?” Cen Jingmo stares at him. “Someone else’s secrets, coming out of your mouth.”

Jiao Bai says, “I’m used to it.”

“You’re used to it.” Cen Jingmo says with a smile, “What does it feel like to be used to it?” His face shows embarrassment. “Sorry, that’s another question.”

Jiao Bai’s eyelids twitch. God damn it, just ask, but stop messing with the darts, okay?

Cen Jingmo obviously won’t do that. He throws another dart.

That dart is nailed into Yu Xiang’s ear.

“A miss.” Cen Jingmo stirs the darts in front of him, seemingly trying to find one that’s easy to use for another try.

“I’ll answer you now!” Jiao Bai yells. “At the beginning, I wasn’t used to it either! I would doubt the reality of the world!”

The sound of the darts being stirred stops. Cen Jingmo asks softly, “The reality of the world?”

“Yes.” Jiao Bai’s legs ache. He can’t stand, so he sits down on the spot. He used this trick on Qi Yi Liao before, and now he’s pulling it out again. Qi Yi Liao has his own consciousness, he can listen. Cen Jingmo has the memory of the first timeline and is also questioning reality because of the stimulation this morning. He’ll listen too… right?

“Mr. Jiao’s idea is very interesting,” Cen Jingmo smiles. “Now that that question is answered, I’ll shoot the darts first. I’ll ask Mr. Jiao after I shoot a number.”

“I suspect this world isn’t real,” Jiao Bai says quickly. “There are inconsistencies everywhere. It might be related to my possession experience. I often have a feeling that my life, every move, every aspect, is being watched.”

“Being watched?” The corners of Cen Jingmo’s lips finally flatten.

The secret room is silent.

Jiao Bai is secretly glancing at Yu Xiang. He’s quietly hanging his head. That ear of his has been pierced by a dart, but he’s not crying or making a fuss.

At this time, Jiao Bai thinks that it’s better for Yu Xiang to be noisy, in line with his name.

“What else do you know?”

Jiao Bai hears Cen Jingmo’s question, and he says helplessly, “I don’t even know what I know, how can I answer you?”

Cen Jingmo picks up a few darts and stands up. He coughs as he walks around the table: “Mr. Jiao, my secret base being discovered is secondary. Do you know what’s the scariest thing?”

“It’s that my thoughts are being… known by you. When my people brought the little stone and relayed your words to me, the hairs on my whole body stood up.” Cen Jingmo walks towards Jiao Bai, squats down, and stares at him, his voice gentle. “Can you understand, that kind of shock?”

Jiao Bai smells the fishy smell on Cen Jingmo’s body, as if he’s been lying on moss. He leans back his head: “I can understand.”

The current Cen Jingmo isn’t from the first timeline, nor is he from the second timeline. He’s a combination of both, a completely new character. He’s already broken away from the framework of a paper doll. As a manga fan, Jiao Bai can’t quite figure out where the other person is going.

“So what’s going on?” Cen Jingmo asks with a slight smile. “Mr. Jiao, you’ve said so much, but my confusion still exists.”

Jiao Bai puts his hand in his pocket, feels the key ring of his phone, grabs the little key, and squeezes it.

“You say you feel like you’re being watched. I think you’re watching others,” Cen Jingmo’s smile vanishes. He says expressionlessly, “Like me.”

Jiao Bai’s heart stops beating. He doesn’t panic, and says calmly, “I’m unconscious.”

“Mr. Jiao, you use possession for everything, I’ll feel like you’re just Perfunctory me.” Cen Jingmo smiles again.

Jiao Bai wants to curse. Even grabbing the little key can’t calm him down. Does he really have to say that the reason he knows so much is because this world is a manga, and he’s from the real world, and he read this manga from beginning to end before he transmigrated?

【Warning! Player Jiao Bai must not reveal the truth of the world during the mission!】

“I know, I know,” Jiao Bai responds in his heart. “It means I can say it after I finish the mission, right?”

【Only passively!】

Jiao Bai senses a surge of resentment from Cen Jingmo. He quickly raises his eyes. In his field of vision, Cen Jingmo is holding a dart, aiming at… Yu Xiang’s throat.

The dart will definitely be thrown, and it will hit.

Cold sweat seeps out on Jiao Bai’s nose. What should he do? How can he answer without violating the rules and still satisfy Cen Jingmo so he won’t ask any further questions?

Yu Xiang can’t die.

Jiao Bai props himself up and stands up.

【Warning! Level 1 warning! Players can only passively change all major nodes in the world, not actively.】

“What major nodes?” Jiao Bai’s tension is scattered by astonishment. “There aren’t any Yu family brothers in the manga at all.”

【Yes, there are.】

Jiao Bai: “…”

There’s no way. With Yu Xiang’s chattering and wailing personality, he’s very memorable. How could he remember wrong?

However, there’s no need for Little Assistant to lie about this.

So, what exactly is going on?

The manga I read definitely didn’t have Yu Xiang. Why does Little Assistant say there is? And it involves a major node. Yu Xiang must die under Cen Jingmo’s dart, his throat pierced.

Jiao Bai thinks of many possibilities in a short time, but he quickly dismisses them. He widens his eyes, his pupils reflecting the dart thrown by Cen Jingmo.

By the time he reacts, he’s already lying on top of Yu Xiang.

Sharp pain in his back.

【Player changed major node, violation, will be subjected to whipping, thirty lashes. Will be executed in two minutes.】

When Jiao Bai learns that he’s going to be punished, his first reaction is relief. This time, he didn’t break any ribs, so he’ll suffer one less sin.

Wait!

Can’t points make him avoid pain and gain dreamlike pleasure?

“How many points do I have left?” He grabs Yu Xiang so he doesn’t fall.

【After inspection, Player Jiao Bai currently has 890,000 points, the numbers after the decimal point are not reported.】

There are far fewer points than Jiao Bai thought. Qi Yi Liao and Shen Er An both exceeded 50 before even joining the group. Once they join, he’ll get two million points, and then he can…

Then the mission will be completed, what’s the point of points?

Jiao Bai doesn’t hesitate: “Then use all my remaining points on enduring the punishment.” He’ll last as long as he can.

【Confirm?】

“Confirm.” As Jiao Bai says this, he falls down, grabs Yu Xiang’s clothes to stand up again, and leans close to Yu Xiang’s uninjured ear to speak: “Yu Xiang, wake up.”

Yu Xiang doesn’t react at all, like a doll.

“Mr. Jiao, what are you blocking for,” Cen Jingmo’s voice comes from behind. “If you do this, I’ll have to throw the dart again.”

Jiao Bai suddenly turns around: “Cen Jingmo.”

Cen Jingmo is stunned.

“You look carefully,” Jiao Bai says.

Cen Jingmo walks closer to Jiao Bai, a piece of skin on his Cupid’s bow curls up and is licked wet by his bright red tongue. He asks gently, “Look at what?”

Jiao Bai is standing with his back against Yu Xiang, facing Cen Jingmo, who is very close to him. He squints his black, bright eyes, look at what you want to look at.

Aren’t you curious about my life? I’ll reveal a little bit so you can see it clearly.

After you’re done looking, don’t threaten me with people’s lives anymore, okay?

【Two minutes have passed, punishment begins.】

Jiao Bai’s breathing becomes erratic, and a feverish flush appears on his pale cheeks. His eyes gradually become dazed, and comfortable moans escape his throat. A stream of moist heat emanates from his collar.

Cen Jingmo stretches out the dart in his hand, slides it across Jiao Bai’s constantly moving Adam’s apple, and gently strokes his sweat-dampened downy hair: “Mr. Jiao, are you possessed again?”

Jiao Bai can’t answer. He seems to be in a dream.

A dream with Qi Yi Liao.

In the study on the second floor of the basement, he lies on the wide white desk, Qi Yi Liao pries open his lips, and “restraint” overflows his throat.

Qi Yi Liao clasps his fingers, pressing down on him.

“Ah!”

Jiao Bai yells. Shit, what the hell is going on, he’s falling straight from heaven to hell.

Hundreds of thousands of points, and he only enjoyed a few whips?

【Six lashes.】

Jiao Bai comes back to life. He was whipped six times so quickly. Then he only has to endure the remaining twenty-four lashes. That’s good.

That’s not good at all.

Jiao Bai trembles and falls down, screaming constantly, writhing on the ground in pain.

The dart in his back hasn’t been pulled out, and it’s stuck in even deeper. Blood is staining the surrounding clothes red.

The guards with headphones are shocked. How painful must it be to scream so miserably.

The problem is, no one is hitting him.

Cen Jingmo squats down, coughing as he presses down on Jiao Bai. The body under his fingers twitches in bursts, a reaction to extreme pain.

“Eight… uh… nine… ah—” The soft flesh inside Jiao Bai’s mouth is bitten through, and blood sprays out with his screams, landing on Cen Jingmo’s face and body.

“Mr. Jiao, can you hear me?” Cen Jingmo pulls out the dart from his back and covers his bleeding wound with his hand.

As he finishes speaking, Cen Jingmo stares blankly at the young man, watching the light in those eyes that always have light dim, covered with a layer of gray, filled with mist, and tears roll down his face.

What has this person been ground into in the Shen family? He’s indestructible, yet he can still cry in pain.

“Heavenly condemnation…”

Cen Jingmo frowns slightly, “Heavenly condemnation.”

The door of the secret room is suddenly opened, and several people who survived the slaughter rush in, bringing in a pungent smell of blood.

The guards outside are under too much psychological pressure. They unconsciously lose focus, giving the other side a chance.

They’ve all fallen now.

Zhang Zhen runs toward Jiao Bai, covered in blood.

Yu Ling rushes to the turntable to save his brother, while the others are staring at the guards in the secret room.

The guard points his gun at them, yelling fiercely, “Don’t fucking move!”

Cen Jingmo has lost interest in this game. He waves his hand at the guard.

Upon hearing this, the guard immediately lowers his gun.

The next moment, his master is grabbed by the collar and lifted up. He remembers that it’s a member of the Qi family, the secretary of the Qi family.

The guard raises his gun again.

The hair-trigger atmosphere is interrupted by a scream.

Zhang Zhen wants to pick up Jiao Bai, but because of his gunshot wounds, he doesn’t have the strength and falls directly on top of him.

“Not man-made,”

Zhang Zhen shoves his hand into Jiao Bai’s mouth to prevent him from biting his tongue again.

“Bai Bai has been like this for the second time, the second time, Bai Bai…” Zhang Zhen is at a loss.

Everyone is helpless. They’re all around Jiao Bai, able only to watch as he cries and screams in pain.

“Pitiful…” Cen Jingmo gasps for breath, clutching the clothes over his heart. Without looking at the turntable, he throws out all the darts at random, and they all hit the bullseye.

What’s the point of knowing so much, when you’re still being held by fate?

Pitiful.