After Transmigrating Into The Book, The Villain Only Wanted To Destroy The World - Chapter 2

The memories in his mind surged like a tidal wave, roaring through his consciousness until, finally, Shen Zhiwei understood that he had arrived in a completely unfamiliar world.

He was now the Shen Zhiwei of this world.

The thought of his future, dying miserably in a bed, sent a shiver of horror down his spine. He should have been living a good life in his own world, about to marry his fiancée. Instead, two hours before his wedding banquet, a heavy truck had crashed directly into him. Opening his eyes again, he had arrived in this bizarre world.

Shen Zhiwei’s face was livid. He had spent ten years climbing from a lowly clerk to his current position, and he had even been the target of love at first sight from the CEO’s daughter. His life had just reached its peak, yet that world could no longer contain him. How could such a magical thing as transmigration happen to him?

“Shen Zhiwei, if you do not believe it, then I shall send you a gift.”

Shen Zhiwei’s heart sank. A gift? What kind of gift? Besides, he had not said that he did not believe it.

“Junior Uncle, do not move recklessly. If you allow your passions to stir, I do not know where I would find a man for you to satisfy them.”

Shen Zhiwei turned his head in shock. He had not realized there was another person in the cave! He was certain that a moment ago, there had been no one here. Could this be the gift the voice had mentioned?

“Junior Uncle?”

The man’s tone was low, looking at him with a smirk. “Look at you, you look even better than your brother. How starved for affection you are. If I were a man of that inclination, I would have devoured you already.”

Shen Zhiwei’s eyes widened. A bronze mirror suddenly appeared before him, reflecting a face that was both familiar and strange. It was eighty percent similar to his previous life, but the person in the mirror had flushed cheeks and damp, glistening eyes.

“Mo Rubai!”

In an instant, Shen Zhiwei knew who this person was.

“I am here, Junior Uncle. I advise you not to look at me with those eyes, or I might just want to dig them out.” It really was Mo Rubai!

“Junior Uncle, you have slept for such a long time. You are not well behaved.” Mo Rubai sighed. As if to punish him, he pinched his cheek hard. “Because you made me unhappy, you will have two extra pills this time. Your brother could not even handle one. Junior Uncle, you must show some spirit.”

Two bitter pills were forced into his mouth. The moment they touched his tongue, they melted, surging through his limbs and bones. Shen Zhiwei felt his entire body go scorching hot. He wanted to say something, but could only emit soft, muffled cries. His hands and feet were limp, save for one part of his body that had become rigid.

“This look is the one that suits you best.” Mo Rubai gave a low laugh. After a flurry of rustling sounds, everything returned to silence.

Unable to see or speak, Shen Zhiwei could only lie on the bed like a pile of mud. Shen Zhiwei, courtesy name Lingzhi, was known as the esteemed Immortal Lingzhi of the Lingxiao Sect. As a loose cultivator, he sat firmly in the position of Elder, with no disciples under his tutelage. Yet, such an esteemed immortal now lay disheveled on the bed, making strange sounds, his flushed face devoid of any of his usual cold, aloof charm.

Mo Rubai looked at the man on the bed with a faint, imperceptible smile and slowly drew a long sword.

Shen Zhiwei was so delirious from the feverish heat that he could barely grasp reality, but soon, a burst of intense pain pulled him back. Looking down, he saw a cold, frigid blade thrust directly through his palm. Blood gushed out in waves, pooling beneath him.

“Ah!”

Shen Zhiwei turned pale from the pain, but Mo Rubai began to move. He gently twisted the sword in his hand, shredding Shen Zhiwei’s entire palm.

It did not end there. Beyond the palms, his feet were also pierced; his four limbs were pinned to the ground by four long swords. Shen Zhiwei’s eyes grew unfocused. This was no less agonizing than being sliced into a thousand pieces.

“Junior Uncle, why are you ignoring me?” Mo Rubai’s voice remained chillingly clear. “What you gave to me in the past, your nephew will naturally return to you a hundredfold. Look, am I not being kind to you?”

Mo Rubai looked at the man who had lost control of his bladder due to the pain with disgust. The sight of that rigid member made him feel nauseated.

“Junior Uncle, let me cut off your wicked root. That way, you will not have to suffer anymore.”