I looked at Luo Cheng suspiciously. He frowned, with a similarly puzzled expression.

The slow and dull footsteps gradually approached, finally stopping outside the door.

"Click!"

The door opened in response, and a familiar face appeared in my view.

Qin Jun!

He wore a strange smile on his face, holding a boning knife in his left hand.

"You..." Luo Cheng stood up, looking a bit nervous.

Qin Jun tapped his head with the knife handle, "His voice is really annoying!"

I reacted instantly, my body uncontrollably took a step back, "You are not the Qin Jun of this world."

"Heh heh." Qin Jun let out a deep laugh, like a friction sound from compressing his throat to the extreme, "I have traveled to so many worlds, and every single me is so unbearable."

He stepped into the room, "I had such a hard time finding you!"

"I don't know you."

"Really?"

"What are you going to do?"

"I want to..." As soon as Qin Jun finished these two words, his body suddenly bounced. Yang Xiao let out a scream, eyes wide as he looked at the boning knife plunged into his chest.

Luo Cheng exclaimed and ran towards the door. However, he was still a step too slow and collapsed into the pool of blood.

I felt a cold shiver all over, my body weak and sore as I watched everything.

Qin Jun slowly pulled the boning knife out of Luo Cheng's body, took out a white handkerchief, and wiped the blood off the knife, "Damn cross-border agents, always ruining my life."

"What exactly do you want, what is going on?"

"My dear, to avoid me, you have shuttled through so many worlds. I just want to find you and live with you!"

"I am not the person you are looking for."

"Yes, you are. You just forgot too much. Don't worry, being with me, you will remember everything slowly."

Qin Jun put the knife into his waistband and slowly took my hand: "Let's go home."

I let him lead me out of the room step by step, my brain working rapidly, trying to find a way to escape.

All the information kept overlapping in my mind, consciousness exchange, multiple worlds, Luo Cheng, Yang Xiao, Qin Jun, Wang Leng!

Wang Leng, suicide!?

I remembered that suicide note, my body halting.

"Fake, it’s all fake."

"I want to go back."

"He’s still alive, I want to kill him."

If I die, where will my consciousness go? Could this be a way to forcefully return?

Qin Jun turned his head to look at me. I suddenly pulled the boning knife from his waistband and stabbed it hard into my own chest.

"No!"