The Bodyguard King’s CEO Wife
Chapter 192 - 192 192 Fear

192: Chapter 192 Fear 192: Chapter 192 Fear Ye Shikai slowly walked into the interior of the Netherworld Palace, only to discover that it harbored a world within a world.

The space inside was much larger than it appeared from the outside.

Ye Shikai felt puzzled as he entered; it was like stepping into a vast beehive labyrinth.

Each room had six doors; opening any door led to another identical room.

Ye Shikai continued in one direction, opening dozens of doors, only to find the labyrinth seemed boundless, comprising endless rooms.

Damn it, this is toying with me, Ye Shikai cursed inwardly.

He activated his Inner Strength and released it around him.

The force instantly opened several nearby doors, but to his dismay, he found only more doors.

What was most embarrassing was that now even Ye Shikai himself didn’t know the way back.

Even if he wanted to leave, he couldn’t find his way out.

Faced with such a situation, Ye Shikai had no choice but to brace himself and continue forward.

Suddenly, Ye Shikai thought of the Netherworld King’s Helmet, also a treasure of the Netherworld Palace.

Surely, it must be related somehow.

He took the Netherworld King’s Helmet out from the Storage Ring, put it on his head, and channeled Inner Strength into it.

To his surprise, the endless sequence of rooms around Ye Shikai began to vanish, leaving only one path, a road leading straight to the end.

Overjoyed, Ye Shikai thought to himself that the helmet indeed served its purpose.

Otherwise, who knew how long he would be trapped here.

Without delay, he walked towards the endpoint.

At the end of the road was a hall, different from the previous Netherworld Palace’s main hall.

This one was lit with lights and had classical decorations.

Ye Shikai surveyed his surroundings and finally fixed his gaze on the center of the hall.

“Netherworld Blade,” Ye Shikai exclaimed with joy.

The Netherworld Blade was the supreme treasure of the Netherworld Palace, ranking alongside Poseidon’s trident and Ji Qian’s Magic Wand as a Divine Artifact, weapons of the Main Gods.

Divine Artifacts were invincible to ordinary people and even cultivators coveted them deeply.

Ye Shikai was no exception.

With the Netherworld Blade, facing Poseidon’s trident again wouldn’t be as daunting.

Not just for facing Poseidon, but other Main Gods as well—with the aid of a Divine Artifact, Ye Shikai’s combat ability could leap several levels.

Ye Shikai walked over and quietly observed the artifact.

The faint purple blade exuded a dense killing aura.

He had once heard Ji Qian talk about the Netherworld Blade.

Of all the Main Gods’ weapons, the Netherworld Blade bore the heaviest presence of murderous intent.

Legend has it that the person who first forged the Netherworld Blade saw it as the perfect weapon.

In pursuit of its overwhelming power, he sacrificed the lives of thousands as an offering to the blade and, in the end, even threw himself into the flames to complete it.

On the day the blade was formed, lightning flashed, thunder rumbled, and the heavens poured down a black torrential rain—said to be the resentful wailing of those spirits.

Subsequently, as it passed through the hands of various Netherworld Kings, the Netherworld Blade fully transformed into the Death God’s scythe, reaping lives and causing rivers of blood…

As Ye Shikai reached out to grab the Netherworld Blade, the moment his hand touched it, an aura emanated from the blade, an aura of death.

Even Ye Shikai, who was accustomed to licking blood off the edges of knives, couldn’t help but shudder violently.

It was as if thousands of lost souls were staring right at him.

Ye Shikai realized that this was the characteristic of the Netherworld Blade—fear, a fear so chilling it could make bones tremble.

If the enemy were to crumble out of fear before the battle, it would mean defeating them without a fight.

A truly strong person must possess a strong heart; conversely, deep-seated fears can lead to one’s collapse—killing both body and spirit.

Ye Shikai was no exception; a sense of fear inexplicably arose in his heart, making the hairs on his back stand up.

His hand hesitated to touch the Netherworld Blade.

Biting his teeth, Ye Shikai placed his hand upon the Netherworld Blade.

“Where am I?” Ye Shikai looked around in amazement.

White lab coats, the smell of disinfectant – wasn’t this a hospital?

How come he was here?

Ye Shikai surveyed his surroundings with surprise, finding himself seated in a chair.

In front of him, the door bore the prominent words “Operating Room”, and the couple sitting opposite to him were none other than Mrs.

Zhao and Mr.

Li.

They looked younger than they do now, yet their faces were etched with deep anxiety.

Ye Shikai glanced down at his clothing – he was in a high school uniform.

Suddenly, Ye Shikai’s expression tightened as a flood of memories came back to him.

With a “bang”, the door of the operating room opened.

A doctor in a white lab coat stepped out and addressed the three people in front of him, “May I ask who among you is the family member?”

Instinctively, Ye Shikai stood up and rushed to the doctor, “I am.

How is my mother doing?” Yes, this scene was from the surgery that took place at the time of Ye Shikai’s mother’s death.

Ye Shikai remembered that he had just managed to gather enough money to request the surgery, only to find out from the doctor that his mother was critically ill and the surgery had a very low success rate.

It was after this surgery that Ye Shikai lost his mother forever.

“I’m so sorry, we’ve done all we could,” the doctor said with a voice full of regret and exhaustion, as several nurses wheeled out his mother’s body, which was gently covered by a white cloth.

Ye Shikai collapsed.

For six years, this memory had tormented him as a recurring nightmare, and now, Ye Shikai was reliving it once again.

His grief and despair were no less intense than they were back then.

Ye Shikai didn’t dare to lift the white cloth, afraid to look at his mother once more.

“I’m sorry, the treatment began too late for the patient, the cancer cells had spread too extensively, and so…”

“Enough!” Ye Shikai cut the doctor off before he could finish speaking, “Clearly, it was because you didn’t receive the surgery fee beforehand that you refused to treat my mother.” Ye Shikai’s eyes turned bloodshot, his face fierce, and his anger was practically palpable within a three-foot radius.

Ye Shikai’s right hand grasped the doctor’s throat, lifting him off the ground.

Several nurses immediately went forward to intervene and several security guards hurried over.

As Ye Shikai tightened his grip on his right hand, he watched the doctor’s face turn red.

Mrs.

Zhao and Mr.

Li were frightened and dared not approach.

Suddenly, he realized that his inner strength was still present inside him.

While enflamed with rage, Ye Shikai circulated his inner strength, exerted force with his right hand, and snapped the doctor’s neck.

The powerless body of the doctor dangled in Ye Shikai’s hand like a fluttering ribbon…

“I want you all to accompany her in death,” Ye Shikai, consumed by fury as if possessed by a demon, saw the nurse and security guards petrified by the sight of the doctor’s demise at his hands.

Releasing his inner strength indiscriminately, Ye Shikai did not care that the people before him were unarmed nurses.

His powerful inner strength instantly shattered their internal organs, causing them to cough up blood and fall to the ground.

Ye Shikai’s gaze fell upon a trembling man cowered in the corner – the hospital director.

Not a shred of anger in Ye Shikai’s heart subsided; in this moment, he was immersed in the sorrow of his mother’s death, attributing all the blame to these hospital leaders who only worked after being paid.