I'm Really Going to Become an Immortal
Chapter 168 - 138 Shh! Your Heartbeat is Too Loud

Chapter 168: Chapter 138 Shh! Your Heartbeat is Too Loud

Several beams of moonlight stubbornly penetrated the gaps in the clouds, casting a mottled pattern on the ground, which brightened the nearly lampless, desolate path somewhat.

In the surrounding darkness, a few lonely leaves drifted down, breaking the night’s silence along with the melancholic wind.

Yet inside the parked vehicle, there was a markedly different kind of quiet.

Time seemed to freeze at this moment, the sounds of nature outside contrasting starkly with the stillness inside the car, making the quiet seem particularly eerie, as if the outside world’s noise was blocked out by the tightly closed windows.

There seemed to be an atmosphere of waiting and the unknown filling the air.

Every breath and heartbeat inside the car became piercingly loud in this silence.

Looking at the fugitive, who suddenly showed a look of astonishment.

Chen Yun extended his index finger to his lips and whispered, "Shush! Your heartbeat is too loud."

As he said this, he also glanced at the child beside him, who was unconscious.

At first glance, he seemed like a parent worried about waking the child with loud noises.

But, of course, the fugitive couldn’t possibly think that way.

His heart thumped loudly, now sounding almost as though it was about to leap out of his chest.

In his mind, at that moment, countless thoughts raced through.

Who is this?

When did he get in the car?

What does he mean, my heartbeat is too loud? Wants my heart to stop beating?

Countless thoughts surged through the fugitive’s mind in an instant.

But in the end, only one thought prevailed:

No, that’s wrong! I have a gun!

Whoever he is, why not just shoot him and get it over with?

Thinking this, the fugitive almost hesitated to raise the homemade gun he had been clutching tightly and aim it at the stranger suddenly appearing before him.

At this moment.

No matter the previous frantic thoughts, at this moment, they all turned into arrogance.

This distance.

Having loaded gunpowder and bullets before getting out of the car, he was confident that this shot would surely hit.

Whatever he is, first fire a shot, then think about the rest.

"I don’t care if you’re the police or whoever, you’re fucking tired of living! Die!"

The fugitive didn’t babble, and as he spoke, he pulled the trigger.

He wasn’t some no-brainer villain who has to spout a monologue before killing, giving the hero time to regenerate or turn the tables.

Someone suddenly joined him in the car, was he supposed to wait till New Year’s to shoot?

However, after he pressed the trigger, aside from the empty clicking sound of the trigger, no other sound ensued.

The air instantly fell silent.

The fugitive’s arrogant expression abruptly stopped, mixing with a twinge of confusion and astonishment that gradually surfaced.

It was only then.

The calming fugitive realized that the weight of the homemade gun in his hand felt off. It was drastically different from when he had loaded it with bullets and gunpowder before getting out of the car.

Looking at the man who had remained unperturbed from the moment he picked up the gun till now, the fugitive faintly realized that something was very wrong.

In his moment of silence.

Chen Yun extended his other hand.

As it slowly opened, fine grains of gunpowder and bullets fell from between his fingers. They fluttered down onto the car, making a rustling sound.

He had noticed from afar that the fugitive had loaded his gun and gotten out of the car.

Using telekinesis, Chen Yun had silently approached, little by little disarming the gun barrel of its gunpowder and bullets.

Not fearing the gun was one thing.

But it didn’t mean Chen Yun would choose to face it head-on, especially with a child present.

The invisible telekinesis controlled the fine gunpowder and bullets, making them dance in the night air, while also slightly stimulating the fugitive’s emotions of panic, arrogance, and nervousness, making it nearly impossible for the fugitive to notice the disappearance of the gunpowder and bullets from his homemade gun.

His telekinesis might not stand out in the face of spiritual stimulation, thermal sight, or physical prowess, but it was still a superpower.

Moreover, he consistently trained the endurance, flexibility, and precision of his telekinesis every day; executing such a maneuver was a simple matter for him.

And this move immediately made the fugitive widen his eyes.

A look of confusion and bewilderment flashed across his face.

Chen Yun didn’t explain anything, nor did he immediately use various abilities to deal with the fugitive.

Instead, he quietly asked, "What were you doing before you escaped?"

He asked this not for any particular reason, but purely to decide, based on the man’s answer, how long the man before him would suffer before he died.

If he had truly intended to kill him quickly, he would have resolved the issue with his Killing Intent as soon as the man stopped the car and when there was no risk of the car going out of control and harming the child tied up inside.

But Chen Yun didn’t.

As soon as he discovered the child had been whipped, he decided to torture the fellow for a while.

The fugitive remained silent.

Then he gritted his teeth and shouted, "What the fuck does it matter to you?!"

As he spoke,

he clenched the handmade earth gun in his hand, ready to smash it over.

However, the blow never reached Chen Yun.

The fugitive’s entire movement halted abruptly.

That was because Chen Yun had touched the emotional entity with his spiritual power, freezing the man in place.

Seeing this,

Chen Yun didn’t want to say anything further.

Since he was unwilling to speak, he might as well die in the most painful way possible.

Thinking thus,

Chen Yun used his Emotion Stimulation ability without hesitation and started manipulating the fugitive’s emotional entity with operations he had previously conceived but never experimented with.

He stimulated a series of negative emotions in the fugitive, such as fear, tension, and anxiety, causing these related emotions to become highly sensitive.

Then,

Chen Yun released an invisible Killing Intent, starting to inflict intense pain on the man before him.

In that moment, the fugitive, with his heightened sensitivity to negative emotions, experienced an unprecedentedly complex sensation of pain.

Accompanied by the pain was an explosion of numerous negative emotions, causing his expression to twist violently in an instant.

It seemed as though invisible hands were fiercely wringing his facial features, his eyebrows locked into deep furrows, his lips tightly pursed into a line and trembling continuously, attempting to moan but unable to make a sound.

Veins on his forehead bulged, sweat beads slowly slid down his cheeks, falling onto the back of his clenched fists. Due to the extreme force, his knuckles turned white, and his muscles tensed.

At the corner of his mouth, tears mixed with saliva, making him look particularly miserable. His hair, soaked with sweat and tears, clung to his face, adding to the dishevelment and wretchedness.

His body trembled slightly, no longer resisting the pain but completely releasing and collapsing as if all his strength had dissolved at that moment, leaving only the most primal physiological reactions spreading through the air.

Under Chen Yun’s manipulation,

the fugitive suffered torment from the intense Killing Intent while his sensitivity to negative emotions increased.

This feeling was different from the fear brought solely by Killing Intent or the pain stimulated by Killing Intent.

It was more complex, a mix of physical pain intertwined with an eruption of unbearable negative emotions.

In any case, it wasn’t something anyone could endure.

The man instantly wept and soiled himself, utterly lacking any control.

All his will had crumbled.

Curled up, his various bodily functions collapsed due to the disarray in his brain, and he, spiritually dead, quietly awaited the death of his flesh.

The process didn’t last long.

In just a few minutes, the fugitive lost all signs of life.

After doing all this, Chen Yun’s expression was as calm as a machine’s.

Just as he had been when he had pinched to death those from the Spiritual Cultivation Association, calmer than if he had crushed an ant.

He casually used Telekinesis to retrieve the fugitive’s phone, with the SIM card pulled out, and inserted a new SIM card prepared in the driver’s seat drawer.

He looked at the child who was tied up and unconscious.

Using Telekinesis, he untied the ropes, then placed the phone in the child’s hand.

Having done all this,

Chen Yun left the area with a calm expression.

Like a ghost that no one could detect, he vanished into the night.

Moving at a speed surpassing 150 mph, leaving no biological trace, with Telekinesis assisting in erasing any remaining traces, wearing Disguises including a Human Skin Mask, and with Transparent World Perception aiding in avoiding all cameras within a 200-meter radius.

He was no different from a ghost.

No matter how one investigated, no one would know what exactly had happened today on this long, isolated road which even lacked security cameras for Chen Yun to avoid.

Who would have thought that the dead person in the car was killed by Chen Yun, who, according to surveillance, had never left his home miles away?