133: Chapter 133 A Lament for Humanity (Part 7)

Qin Xiaogan gazed at the ashen-faced Yaner, his lips curling slowly.

His icy gaze seemed to carry a hint of mockery while concealing endless indifference.

"The game continues..."

"No... don't."

Upon hearing this, Yaner's delicate body couldn't help but tremble, her autumn-water-like eyes now filled with despair and fear.

She bit her lower lip with her pearly teeth, a streak of blood trickling down the corner of her mouth, yet she seemed completely unaware.

She was, after all, a genius of the Empire of Finality.

The Rose of Finality, capable of burying an entire nation single-handedly.

Yet now, she was shivering in terror at a single word from Qin Xiaogan.

Her past pride and self-confidence collapsed in an instant.

Yaner's hands hung limply at her sides, her fingers clutching tightly at the hem of her clothes, as if trying to grasp the last straw of hope.

Her eyes gradually became hollow, as if her soul had departed from this fragile body.

Qin Xiaogan crossed his arms over his chest, watching Yaner with great interest, as if savoring her pain and struggle.

Soon, Qin Xiaogan felt bored.

Just then, he carelessly raised his right hand and gave a light wave.

In an instant, a powerful force surged forth, and the figures of Qin Xiaogan and Yaner vanished like a dream or a bubble, disappearing in the blink of an eye as if they had never existed in this world at all.

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The capital of the Empire of Finality, Sui City.

In this city at the heart of the empire, the most prosperous district presented a breathtaking scene.

Here, the streets were wide and tidy, lined with tall and magnificent buildings, each one displaying a unique style and majesty.

Shops were filled with a dazzling array of goods, and the display windows showcased rare items from all over the world, catching the eyes of passersby.

The bustling crowds flowed endlessly, surging through the streets like a tide.

Yet today, Sui City welcomed a strange man and woman, instantly drawing many curious gazes.

A white-haired youth strolled leisurely down the street, exuding a lazy aura from head to toe, as if nothing in the world could pique his interest.

His snow-white hair fell casually over his shoulders, his slightly narrowed eyes revealing a touch of nonchalance, and the faint smile at the corners of his lips made his thoughts impossible to fathom.

Behind him followed a beautiful woman with a sexy figure and a stunning face, though her expression was hollow.

Her posture was graceful, and every step she took swayed with charm, yet she was like a soul-less doll; there was not a glimmer of spirit in her hollow eyes, and her exquisite face seemed shrouded in a layer of mist.

This strange pair appeared completely out of place in the bustling Sui City.

People around them began whispering to one another, lowering their voices as they curiously speculated about their identities and purpose.

"Which young master is this visiting Sui City now?" someone asked, frowning with a look of confusion.

"Tsk tsk, that chick behind him is really hot!" another person couldn't help but click their tongue, eyes fixed intently on the woman, full of amazement.

"..."

"Don't you think that woman looks familiar? She looks just like the Rose of Finality!" a trembling voice spoke up, filled with disbelief.

"Hahahaha, Brother Hui, stop joking." The person beside him burst into loud laughter, looking entirely dismissive, "How could the Rose of Finality possibly follow behind a man in such a dejected state?"

However, even though the laughter was mocking, it also faintly revealed a hint of uncertainty.

The crowd's gaze refocused on the man and woman, and their speculations grew stronger.

At this moment, the white-haired youth seemed to notice the crowd's gazes and discussions.

He turned his head slightly, a faint, imperceptible smile curling at the corner of his lips, which only made his thoughts even more inscrutable.

The woman remained hollow-faced, seemingly unaware of all this.

Just then.

A young boy, clutching the money his mother had given him, ran with wind-like speed toward a nearby shop.

While running, he shouted happily toward the back: "Mom, we're having beef today!" His voice was crisp and loud, filled with joy and anticipation.

But he wasn't paying attention, tripped over his own feet, and lunged forward, crashing right into the white-haired youth in front of him.

The boy stumbled, nearly falling to the ground.

The money in his hand scattered all over the floor, and the smile on his face vanished instantly, replaced by panic.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" The boy apologized profusely, scrambling to crouch down and pick up the money.

The white-haired youth frowned slightly, and before he could react, the hollow-eyed beauty behind him seemed to be suddenly awakened, a flicker of strangeness flashing in her eyes.

The surrounding crowd was also drawn by this sudden scene; they stopped their discussions and focused their gaze on the boy and the white-haired youth.

The wind was still blowing, and the atmosphere on the street became somewhat subtle.

The boy finished picking up the money, raised his head, and looked timidly at the white-haired youth.

The white-haired youth glanced at the terrified boy and said indifferently.

"It's fine, be more careful next time."

The boy, as if granted amnesty, thanked him repeatedly before dashing off toward the shop again.

The strange glint in the beauty's eyes also vanished in an instant, and she returned to her hollow expression.

The white-haired youth continued to lead her forward slowly, and the surrounding crowd began whispering again upon seeing this.

"This young master is quite magnanimous."

"Indeed, but this pair still seems odd."

Just then, a clap of thunder rolled across the sky, and raindrops the size of beans began to patter down.

People on the street scattered to find shelter from the rain.

The white-haired youth looked up at the sky and said expressionlessly.

"The blood of the boy's family will fall like this rain, pouring down and staining this land red."

"Do you think what I said..."

"...is true or false?"

Upon hearing this, the beauty trembled violently, a glimmer of fear and panic surging into her previously hollow eyes.

Her lips trembled slightly as she tried to say something, but it seemed as though fear had gripped her throat, preventing her from making a sound.

The wind grew stronger, making the flags along the street flap loudly.