Chapter 1: The Finish

Bam!

The blue sedan slammed right into a tree. Glass shattered because the cinderblocks sitting within the entrance seat smashed via the entrance windshield and tumbled down the cliff. A couple of seconds handed, after which they crashed into the bottom. Engine nonetheless revved by the brick on the fuel pedal, the automotive growled, combating the tree. Headlights flickered, lighting the night time in strobes.

He jogged over and upended a tank over the automotive. Gasoline rushed out and coated the automotive, splashing via the open drivers facet window. He threw the fuel left and proper, sloshing it over the entire automotive.

Finally, the tank ran dry. Drops of fuel tumbled onto the automotive and gathered into the rising puddle on high of the trunk. He tossed the plastic tank apart and drew a knife, holding it over his wrist. Tensing, he closed his eyes.

That is the one manner.

Blood splattered over the drivers seat, the steering wheel, the shattered windshield. Completed, he rapidly wrapped his wrist with a bandage, then leaned via the window and pulled the brick off the fuel pedal.This chapter is up to date by nov(e)(l)biin.com

The automotive quieted, idling in opposition to the tree.

He dropped the brick over the cliff. It clattered down, smashing into the cinderblocks far under. Lastly, I can begin over. Begin over, with not one of the debt collectors on my ass. None of their incessant cellphone calls and late night time harassment visits. No demise threats, nobody stealing my paycheck, no struggling and struggling to pay again what my fool father owes.

In the end, my planning pays off. This tiny, secluded freeway, filled with hairpin turns folks die right here on a regular basis, and its not unusual for our bodies to fade, both. Nobody will suspect a factor. Everybody will suppose Im useless, whereas I escape to a different nation to start out over.

Goodbye, outdated life! From right here on out, its a clean slate! I can stay like a human being as soon as extra!

He tossed his mobile phone into the automotive, then drew a lighter from his pocket. Flicking it on, he threw it on the automotive.

A lady smiled down at him. Hurry! The cultivators wont be right here eternally!

Rubbing his eyes, he sat up. Xiao Hui? My identify isnt Xiao Hui, its His forehead furrowed. I I cant keep in mind?

Photographs flashed via his head. His unhappy, lonely life. His father, beating him every time he bothered to come back house, on the uncommon days he wasnt so drunk he fell over within the entryway. When his father lastly died, solely to get replaced by debt collectors hounding him for his fathers playing losses. An empty grownup life working twelve hours a day, a number of jobs, unpaid additional time, solely to slog house and have his examine stolen from his palms earlier than he even handed the brink. His solely pleasure, webnovels, desperately learn off a cracked smartphone in his few moments of free time.

He peered round him, taking his environment in. A wood hut, a wood flooring. He laid on a skinny blanket, and the ceiling closed off above him, not a single electrical mild to be seen. The one mild spilled in via the home windows, the early rays of daybreak illuminating their hut.

He jumped up and raced out the door. No manner.

The place are you going so early? Xiao Hui! Hey, come again!

Round him, women and men in conventional garments wandered alongside the village path, carrying masses or instruments to their every day jobs. Huts unfold out from the primary street, a number of small retailers placing up their indicators for the day, readying to beckon in vacationers.

He breathed in a deep breath and tasted contemporary air, untainted by air pollution. Birds and bugs chirped round him, singing within the early morning.

Overhead, a trio of individuals on swords flew by, white robes rippling within the wind, palms clasped behind their backs. They circled excessive overhead and descended into the city sq.. As they descended, the city exploded into noise. Households jostled towards the cultivators, main babies by the palms. They shouted and waved, wanting to seize the cultivators’ consideration.

Huis eyes glittered. I actually did cross over into one other world.

Good day, new life!