Legend of the Great Sage Chapter 1684 - “Six”

Li Qingshan seemed to fall into a bizarre dream. In a daze, he had the impression that everything he had experienced since transmigrating was fake, only a product of his daydreams as he waited for the bus on the side of the road. In contrast, everything before his eyes was the actual reality.

The middle-aged man with black-framed glasses approached him step by step, wanting to say something.

Whoosh! There was a blaring horn. A cement truck came hurtling over, slamming into the middle-aged man and flying past Li Qingshan.

Bang! The middle-aged man and the electric scooter were both thrown into the air. The parts of the electric scooter scattered on the ground.

Li Qingshan was dumbfounded.

There was the screeching sound of breaks. Soon, the cement truck came to a halt on the side of the road. The door swung open, and the driver scrambled out of the truck with wobbling knees, checking on the victim. Even when he knew that no one could survive something like that, he still clung onto a shred of hope.

Sure enough, the victim’s head had caved in deeply and his waist had almost snapped apart. He seemed like a bloody, fried dough twist that had just been wrung viciously.

Li Qingshan went up and stood beside the driver with furrowed brows. He gazed at the scene; the sense of eeriness in his heart grew stronger.

The driver was pale-white, explaining to Li Qingshan frantically, “I- it was an accident!”

At this moment, the middle-aged man on the ground let out a croak and coughed up a mouthful of blood before crawling towards Li Qingshan, leaving behind a long trail of blood on the asphalt road.

“Mother of god!” The driver was absolutely frightened out of his wits. His knees gave way, falling back on his bottom.

However, Li Qingshan beamed inside and strode over to welcome him, extending his hand to help up the middle-aged man.

The middle-aged man grabbed Li Qingshan’s hand and used his own blood to write a single word in Li Qingshan’s palm. Then his eyes rolled back as he keeled over on the spot, more dead than dead.

“Hey! Hey!”

Li Qingshan still had countless questions he wanted to ask, so how could he let him die? He immediately circulated the Qilin Transformation, channelling a tremendous amount of spiritual qi filled with vitality into his body.

It contained several innate abilities of the qilin, enough to revive the dead and cover a skeleton in flesh again. Let alone dying from a car crash, even if he had been grounded into minced meat and made into dumplings, he probably could be revived again, perhaps with much more than just one of him.

However, all of the spiritual qi merely vanished into his body. Nothing happened.

Li Qingshan was about to try something else when his vision suddenly clouded over. The bloody corpse in his hands actually turned into colourful haze, slipping between his fingers.

Li Qingshan looked up. The sky, cars, and advertisements in the distance all turned to mist, dispersing and vanishing.

Li Qingshan was stunned. Through

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