Si Qi had never actually intended to die. While a spectacular death could indeed provide him with some surprises, it was ultimately a one-time deal. The thought that dying early would make him miss so many good shows before and after the apocalypse—not to mention rob him of the right to continue inflicting disaster and death upon this world—immediately dispelled all thoughts of self-destruction.
Considering further that his death would clear away countless obstacles for the Eerie Investigation Bureau, the Church of the Scales, and forces large and small alike, giving those greedy for life and afraid of death a better chance to cling to existence, and allowing ambitious factions to compete for godhood with fewer losses, Si Qi felt instantly nauseated. All things considered, it was better to live a little longer and make the world a little more miserable.
Naturally, nothing he had said to Lin Jue over the phone could be taken seriously. Only an idiot would lay all his plans bare before an enemy. But given how unpredictable Si Qi's actions had always been, Lin Jue probably could not tell which of his words were true and which were false anytime soon. The conversation was therefore not much different from meaningless nonsense.
Si Qi hung up. Yu Jinsheng, who had listened to the entire exchange from the side, spoke at the right moment. "As your friend, I honestly don't recommend that you return to Jiang City. Things have come to this, so I can only be honest with you. Because the [Doomsday Prophet] once predicted that 'The Gate will open in Jiang City,' the Eerie Investigation Bureau has made rigorous arrangements against you in that area.
"Before, they believed you would become the vessel through which the Evil God invaded reality. To ensure they could respond