My Avatar is Becoming the Ultimate BOSS-Chapter 800 - 403: The Resurrection of the Black Cocoon, Reunion with Family

"Alright, even though I wouldn't have seen it anyway."

Black Cocoon said cheerfully, then suddenly relaxed.

Under the astonished gaze of the three, Black Cocoon bent two restraint belts in the air, forming a large heart.

Then, the restraint belts spread out again, waving at them:

"So, see you in Iceland. Love from Iceland. Mr. Blue Arc, Mr. Ghost Bell! With such a convenient means of transportation, the Train Demon, I hope I don't see you late. Otherwise, it wouldn't be fair at all to someone like me who has to walk."

After finishing, Black Cocoon slightly tightened the restraint belt around Su Zimai.

Immediately, his form seemed to lose gravity, suddenly flipping up like a bird, taking her into the deep night.

Gu Qiye and Gu Zhuo'an were still in shock, unable to recover for a long time, because with Su Zimai still held by Black Cocoon, they didn't dare to act rashly.

The station was silent.

Gu Qiye stared in the direction Black Cocoon left, not recovering for a long time, as if nothing had ever happened, the night sky remained so calm, yet inside him, it was churning with great waves.

Gu Qiye and Gu Zhuo'an exchanged a glance.

They didn't understand, if Wenyu was really dead, then who was this madman before them.

But if he wasn't Wenyu, then why... did he look so tormented?

Gu Qiye thought, blankly lifting his head to dazedly look at the night sky.

....

....

Ten minutes later, the Restraint Incarnation took Su Zimai to the exhibition platform of Li Jing Iron Tower.

The incarnation then turned into a piece of hot steam, slowly dispersing with the wind.

Black Cocoon hung upside down under the ceiling of the exhibition platform, silently watching the bewildered Su Zimai.

Of course, he wouldn't let Su Zimai participate in this Iceland war. Before everything started, he would tie Su Zimai up in Reykjavik to ensure she wouldn't get involved in this Salvation Society war.

Because Black Cocoon knew, given Su Zimai's personality, if she found out about his matters from Gu Qiye and Gu Zhuo'an, she would definitely come to Iceland looking for him, even at the cost of her own safety.

But with her ability, once involved, it would be over.

So it's better to act first, tying her up to ensure her safety.

At this moment, Su Zimai was wide-eyed.

In the pitch black night, she dumbly watched the person hanging upside down on the exhibition platform, clad in a black long coat, wearing a sharply-angled mask of dark red interwoven with black.

Moments later, a familiar voice suddenly broke the silence:

"When we get to Iceland... I'll let you go. Anyway, staying on the train is boring, just treat it as a trip."

As he spoke, Black Cocoon slowly took off the dark red mask from his face, revealing a cold countenance.

Gu Wenyu said expressionlessly, "Curse me if you like... consider it the price of kidnapping you, I'm prepared to hear you chatter for a few days."

After saying this, he covered his ears with his hands while releasing the restraint belt binding Su Zimai.

He looked sideways, silently watching the brightly lit distant street, expecting Su Zimai to lash out at him, or maybe slap him once or twice. But things didn't go as he imagined.

Once Su Zimai was freed, she suddenly rushed over and hugged him. He froze slightly in the silence.

Then he tilted his head.

"Are you out of your mind?" Gu Wenyu asked, "I did kidnap you, you know."

"I should be asking you, are... are you out of your mind?" Su Zimai buried her face in his chest, her voice choked with emotion, "What on earth are you up to? I can't figure you out... Am I not allowed to be sad, do you think playing with me is fun? You always do this... I really... really miss you..."

She hugged him tightly, burying her head in his shoulder as if to vent all the pain bottled up in her heart these past days. Yet while speaking, she couldn't utter a complete sentence, breaking off into fragments, her voice growing softer.

Finally, Su Zimai broke into sobs.

"Alright, stop crying... you're crying so much it's starting to annoy me." Gu Wenyu sighed.

Su Zimai did not release him for a long time.

"Are you sick?" After a while, Su Zimai asked hoarsely, "Let's go home, okay?"

The fallen bangs covered his eyes, "I told you, you wouldn't believe me, even if everything I say is true."

"Even if you're crazy, you're still my brother." Su Zimai said.

"I'm not crazy, not at all." Gu Wenyu tilted his head, "But actually, I feel I'm not far from it."

He lowered his gaze, murmuring, "You know? Every day, a thousand voices speak in my head, sometimes they say, 'Ignore them, they're just tools, the only one you need to care about is Kong Youling,' sometimes they say, 'They're your family, your identity is fake, but the feelings are real,' and sometimes another voice says, 'How about we all just die together, then the whole world will be quiet.'"

He paused, then suddenly curled his lips:

"That's it."

"If you're not crazy, then why deceive us? Why fake your death in front of us?" Su Zimai asked hoarsely.

"Because I'm suffocating."

"Why?"

"I don't understand... if even I don't understand, how could you?"

Su Zimai remained silent for a long, long time.

Suddenly, she broke the silence.

"No matter if you're Ji Minghuan, Xia Pingzhou, or some other messed up thing..."

Her eyes were veiled by her bangs, she spoke word by word slowly.

She paused a moment, then buried her head in his chest, hugging him tightly.

"No matter who you are... you're still my brother."

Her lips moved slightly.

Upon hearing this, Gu Wenyu stayed stunned for a long time. The evening breeze blew, making his hair messy, his pupils trembled slightly, and at that moment, even the city's neon lights seemed to have gone out.

After a while, he gently extended his hands, patting her back.

"Thank you."