What’s Yours and Mine Is All Mine

Lingchi was, in fact, one of the most terrifying tortures, and it took a very long time.

With Old Wang’s True Qi protecting his internal organs, Whitehall would never die before the lingchi was over.

No one could endure that kind of pain. It was ten, even a hundred times worse than Guan Yu scraping poison from his bone, because Carl’s medical kit contained injections that heightened neural perception, amplifying every sensation a hundredfold. One shot was enough to make even a mosquito bite unbearably painful.

The other various drugs prevented him from falling into a prolonged coma. Whenever he passed out, he would be awakened and forced to continue enduring hellish agony.

It was, of course, an utterly inhumane method. Even Skye, who hated Whitehall, went pale, but Jia Ying and Carl remained calm and crazed. Every bit of pain they had suffered had to be inflicted upon Whitehall.

This was reckoning.

Reckoning from the victims!

Since they had rarely come here, Old Wang and Skye wandered around to relax.

Afterlife was within China. This was the first time he had come to the place closest to home since crossing into this world, and it felt especially familiar. Everything carried a sense of familiarity from another lifetime, and he thought that, when he had time, he should visit the mainland.

He could see the familiar Yunlong Lake and Yunlong Mountain, eat the familiar Ba Zi Meat and Di Guo Ji, and truly enjoy the pleasures of life.

Lincoln silently followed behind them, looking thoroughly dejected.

Watching them flaunt their affection was hateful enough, but this was right in front of him. And because of Jia Ying’s orders, he could not leave and had to keep watch at all times. He had no choice but to swallow this display of affection, and it felt awful.

Although most of Afterlife’s residents came from the outside world, they had always kept its secrets. While some people knew where Afterlife was, other than Carl, no human had ever come here—

This was the sanctuary of the Inhumans.

These people were wary and hostile toward Old Wang, worried that Afterlife’s secrets would leak and bring unnecessary trouble.

As the leader of Afterlife, Jia Ying had to consider everyone else’s opinions, especially when she wanted to use the Inhumans’ power against S.H.I.E.L.D. and Hydra.

It was not until night had fully fallen that Jia Ying and Carl reappeared.

There were faint smiles on their faces, but they were not relieved. Clearly, the outcome had not been ideal.

Whitehall was dead.

But the wounds he had inflicted upon them remained, impossible to heal.

From their heartbeats, breathing, and every other detail, Old Wang and Skye sensed their emotions. They exchanged a glance and knew they had no other choice but to use the final method.

After dinner, Old Wang nodded at Skye before looking at Carl. "Mr. Johnson, can you make a decision about the suggestion I mentioned before? For Skye’s sake, and for your own."

Carl fell silent for a moment, then sighed. "You’re right. This is the best way."

"What way?" Jia Ying sensed that something was wrong.

"Memories are the most precious things in the world, but some memories should be forgotten. Otherwise, we will never escape that shadow and begin a new life."

Carl looked at Jia Ying with deep affection, his voice gentle. "I know forgetting is difficult. I can’t forget either, but Little Wang has a way. For our daughter, please forget with me."

"No, this won’t do. Absolutely not!"

Jia Ying sprang to her feet and shouted, "Gordon!"

A blur flashed before her eyes, and Gordon was already at Jia Ying’s side. He grabbed her arm, intending to take her away.

Suddenly, crimson magic belts wrapped around Jia Ying, binding her tightly.

The Crimson Magic Belt possessed powerful magic of its own. It bound not only the body, but even the soul.

Now that Jia Ying had been bound, no one could take her away. Not even Gordon.

Old Wang drew a circle, and an orange portal appeared.

"Let’s go."

Skye and Carl stepped through first. With a gentle tug from Old Wang, Jia Ying flew into the portal.

"Don’t think you can escape!"

Lincoln flew into a rage. He aimed both hands at Old Wang and shouted as a blinding electric current shot forth, forming a thick pillar of lightning.

Driven by rage, Lincoln gave it everything he had. In terms of combat, he was undoubtedly one of the strongest Inhumans Afterlife had seen in a hundred years.

Yet the Golden Bell blocked it with ease.

Sparks scattered across the golden energy shield. No matter how hard Lincoln tried, he could not break through.

Another bolt of jade-green lightning struck down. Lincoln’s hair stood on end as he fell stiffly to the ground, disbelief still lingering in his eyes.

That fat bastard Wang could manipulate electric charges too—and he was even stronger than me?

Gordon teleported instantly, trying to pass through the portal.

But Old Wang had already anticipated his move. He did not look at Gordon at all, instead sensing the energy fluctuations and changes in space. Then he suddenly punched Gordon, sending him flying backward.

He took one step back, and the portal closed.

They returned to The Laboratory.

"Azeroth, I need a spell to seal space. Something like a small teleportation lockdown barrier, enough to cover one room," Old Wang said quickly.

"Antonidas version, Legendary quality, used during the Second War of the Orcs. Includes all materials needed to construct the barrier. Reusable and rechargeable. That will be 100 milligrams of blood."

As soon as the words fell, six runestones appeared. Rays of magical light intertwined, forming a standard hexagram array.

Six fist-sized arcane crystals floated in midair, slowly revolving around the center.

Arcane energy formed complex runes beyond comprehension, covering and altering the entire area.

Old Wang instantly sensed a sluggishness in space.

The teleportation lockdown barrier was from the suppression school among the nine schools of magic. At minimum, one had to be a high-ranking mage to learn and set it up.

The Legendary Archmage Antonidas was the absolute authority in this field. The renowned Violet Hold had been designed by him, covering the entire magical city of Dalaran. Even Legendary creatures found it difficult to break through.

If it could be brought over, it might be even stronger than Wakanda’s Vibranium defense system.

Old Wang had visited Dalaran many times and had seen the teleportation lockdown barrier covering the entire city, part of the Violet Hold.

Compared to that, this one before him was practically negligible.

But the effect was the same.

Just as the barrier was completed, a bang rang out. Someone appeared outside the barrier, his face bruised and swollen, his head bloodied.

Gordon. He had still come, but he could not teleport into this room.

And aside from teleportation, he was not particularly strong. He was not even as capable as a S.H.I.E.L.D. elite agent.

"Wang, hand Jia Ying over!"

Gordon’s face was filled with rage. "Otherwise, you will face the fury of the entire Inhuman race!"

"The entire Inhuman race? Is that supposed to be impressive?" Old Wang chuckled as he met Gordon’s furious gaze.

Afterlife only had five Obelisks. Although they could be reused through some special method, the Terrigen Mist within them was limited. It was impossible for every Inhuman to awaken.

Only one chosen person emerged every few years, and they might not necessarily awaken an Inhuman ability. Failure was possible.

Other than a very small number of people, Inhumans only lived somewhat longer than ordinary people—just over a hundred years, perhaps not even reaching a hundred.

Over a century, there would only be around twenty chosen people. Excluding the failures, Afterlife had only a dozen or so Inhumans with special abilities.

After awakening their abilities, most of them remained in contact with Afterlife, but had actually already left and returned to their former lives.

Excluding the old and weak, aside from a few members of the Council of Elders, there were only a handful who could use Inhuman abilities.

Maybe they could even be counted on one hand.

Lincoln was already the strongest among them. The others were weaker, with physical abilities no different from ordinary people. One bullet would still take them out.

What was there to be afraid of?

So what if they all came?

Daredevil’s trio would be enough!

Old Wang had no interest in hurting Gordon. After all, Afterlife belonged to Jia Ying, which meant it belonged to him. The people of Afterlife were all his people. Giving him a lesson was enough; he could not go too far.

"Little Red, he’s yours."

The Crimson Magic Belt excitedly rubbed Old Wang’s belly before rapidly vanishing.

Amid one spatial fluctuation after another, the Crimson Magic Belt and Gordon began a chase destined to have no outcome.

One could never catch up, while the other absolutely dared not stop.

Meanwhile, something more important was about to begin in The Laboratory.

"Fitz, immediately help Mr. Johnson and Ms. Jia Ying alter their memories."

Old Wang gave the order calmly. "Remove those painful memories and leave only beautiful memories in their hearts!"