monster

Monster, you're starting to get angry.

Mo Dong's robe was already soaked with cold sweat.

A seventh-grade warrior who was practicing the fourth-grade technique in reverse, let alone lifting the forbidden technique, even forcibly removing this layer of inhibition would be enough to cause the opponent to backfire and die in an instant.

There is no way this person can change back.

He took a deep breath, forced himself to calm down, and swallowed the dryness in his throat: "Xiao Feng, think about it again... Do you really want your brother to change back?"

Mo Dong deliberately slowed down his tone, his voice carrying a certain coaxing tone: "He called you a monster, he doesn't want you anymore."

He paused, with a hint of pity, a little helplessness, and a little temptation: "If you change back, he will throw you away."

Yuan Feng was stunned, as if a sore spot had been touched, and the boy's expression turned ferocious.

"Don't you dare say that again! I'll kill you!"

The young man's voice suddenly rose, filled with almost hysterical anxiety and anger. Yuan Feng took several steps back as if to escape.

"No... I'm not a monster..."

"I will be obedient..."

No—no—

Yuan Feng knelt down, clutching his head. The pain in his head worsened. The boy's fingertips clutched his head tightly, as if he wanted to tear apart the voices that kept flooding into his mind.

"Yuan Feng, stop following me."

"I've already told you that I can't control you, and I'm certainly not your brother."

"Don't you understand? You're a monster. This village has no place for you."

"You—go with them."

——It was my brother who wanted to drive him away.

——I don’t want him anymore.

Mo Dong half-knelt down, put his hands on the boy's shoulders, and his voice was so gentle that it almost melted water.

"Xiao Feng, brother won't abandon you if this is the case."

"He can stay with you forever."

Yuan Feng grabbed Mo Dong's sleeve fiercely. His eyes were confused, as if he was trapped in the center of a storm, struggling but unable to find a way out.

Beneath that layer of chaotic fear, a sense of determination gradually emerged.

The boy's hands were still shaking, but he was even more determined.

"I want...I want brother to stay with Xiaofeng for the rest of his life."

Ren Xuan concentrated and remained silent.

In his previous life, he never really understood why Yuan Feng never hated Yanshi even though he had spent his entire life searching for a way to restore his brother's well-being.

An abandoned creature, a "devil" whose everything was destroyed by Yanshi, a bloodthirsty monster, but he never raised his butcher knife against the Yanshi who claimed to be the god of creation.

This was a question that had troubled him for many years, and now, Ren Xuan finally had the answer.

Yuan Feng did not hate Yanshi because everything was what he wanted. It was not the Yanshi group that destroyed his brother.

——It’s Yuan Feng himself.

At this moment, the boy who made the decision was only eight years old.

Yuan Feng pushed himself into the abyss with his own hands, falling step by step, with no way out and no way back.

The night wind is fierce and the murderous intent is like frost.

"Yuan Feng——"

The sudden cold shout caused the scarlet cyclone condensed at Yuan Feng's fingertips to tremble slightly.

The young man looked up blankly, his eyes still confused.

Ren Xuan's heart was shaken, and he looked at the person who spoke in horror: "Shi'an!"

The young man's energy was depleted due to excessive consumption, and his aura was unstable, but there was undisguised anger between his brows.

Lu Shi'an's voice was cold and sharp like a knife, each word piercing through the bones: "Your brother has raised you for over ten years. He called you a monster, and instead of reflecting on your mistakes, you sought refuge with a pack of tigers and wolves?"

"When you know your mistakes, you should correct them. When you repent, you should act accordingly. This is such a simple truth. Hasn't anyone taught you this?"

Ren Xuan's expression suddenly changed and he quickly reached out to block it.

Yuan Feng is not an ordinary child. He is mentally unstable and his thoughts are sometimes wild. He may lose control at any time.

However, Lu Shi'an did not hesitate at all. He turned sideways and calmly blocked the hand that Ren Xuan extended.

There wasn't a trace of fear in the young man's eyes.

Ren Xuan's heart sank and his scalp went numb for an instant.

Lu Shian had a fatal flaw - he could plan calmly and write articles, but when it came to life and death, he acted ruthlessly and without mercy.

Lu Shian's tone was cold: "What about you? What are you doing?"

The air suddenly condensed.

The aura around Yuan Feng surged, and a scarlet cyclone rolled rapidly in the void.

Lu Shian did not stop. The frost knife pierced his bones, pointing directly to his heart.

"You are turning your brother into a monster as well."

"Then what was wrong with him calling you a monster? You are a monster to begin with."

Yuan Feng's pupils suddenly shrank, and murderous intent surged like a tide.

Ren Xuan quickly made a move and grabbed Lu Shian's sleeve: "Shian, don't force him anymore."

However, the young man stood under the cover of night, not retreating a single step. His eyes were cold and fierce, staring at the young man, as sharp as a blade.

He was forcing the young man to face his guilt and face his crimes. And this game had reached a critical point.

"No! Xiao Feng is not a monster!"

The young man roared and retorted hysterically, like the cry of a dying trapped beast.

"It was those bastard officials in the county who bullied my brother first!"

Lu Shi'an's eyebrows twitched slightly. In the middle of last month, a bloody incident occurred in Nanwei County. More than 20 officials were killed in the government office. The case has not been solved to this day.

The young man's expression was cold, and his words were as icy as ice and snow: "Your brother asked you to kill someone?"

Yuan Feng froze, his pupils shrinking. The next moment, he violently grabbed Mo Dong's shirt, his knuckles turning white as he demanded, "You said that! You told me to kill them!"

The boy's eyes were red and bloodshot. "You taught me to do wrong things! You turned me into a monster!"

Mo Dong gasped: "Xiao Feng, calm down. How could it be your fault? How could it be wrong for you to help your brother vent his anger?"

The boy's expression became more stubborn: "I'm not wrong, why are you ignoring me?"

Among the Yanshi, someone tried to step forward to rescue them, and comforted them in a gentle voice: "Xiao Feng, it's your brother's fault that we can't understand you. Even if he doesn't want you, we will protect you. Xiao Feng, let go first——"

The man's voice stopped abruptly. Looking at the bloody hole in the Yanshi's chest, Ren Xuan almost subconsciously blocked Lu Shian behind him.

Damn it, killing people is like killing grass. This kid has never been an easy person to deal with.

The bloodshot in Yuan Feng's eyes deepened, and the boy's voice was low and hoarse: "He's talking nonsense. Brother won't abandon me."

Blood fell like rain, a crimson stream winding down Mo Dong's cheeks. For the first time, this man, known for his ability to get along with everyone in the Yanshi lineage, felt like he was losing control.

Mo Dong suppressed his emotions and spoke in a slow tone, "Xiao Feng, it's already happened. We killed the people together, so it was us who killed them. Uncle Mo won't deny it, and you don't need to deny it either. Killing is not a big deal, it's that simple, what's there to be entangled about? Your brother has never killed anyone, so he doesn't understand. Let's take him to kill some people, and he will understand you."

He cautiously extended his hand, his eyes revealing a soothing look: "Uncle Mo knows you're upset, Uncle Mo will help you, okay?"

The air seemed to freeze for a moment.

As if he had thought of something, Ren Xuan sneered coldly: "How to help? Turn a living person into a puppet and keep him company for the rest of his life?"

Lu Shi'an frowned slightly and glanced across the field.

He looked directly at the young man, his tone as cold as frost covering the edge of a sword: "Yuan Feng, you are not a monster. You are just a knife snatched away by these monsters."

"Killing is wrong. Someone should have taught you that."

The wind picked up, the night darkened, and the young man's voice fell into the dead silence: "Do you want to listen to these villains continue to worship you as a god, or do you want to be honest and admit your mistakes?"

The night wind blew by, and the chill penetrated into the bones.

Yuan Feng stared at Lu Shian in a daze, with a faint trace of blood in his eyes.

Killing is wrong, brother said... he remembered.

The young man murmured, bewildered and hesitant: "If Xiao Feng admits his mistake... will brother stop being angry..."

Lu Shian: "Don't ask me, he's your brother."

We can't let this person continue talking.

Mo Dong's eyes moved, and the gray-robed man in the north moved instantly, and more than ten cold rays suddenly lit up.

But Lu Shian didn't move.

Ren Xuan drew his sword with one hand, the blade humming and flashing. He tilted his head with a lack of interest: "Go on, these people--"

The sharp blade in Ren Xuan's hand shone: "Not enough for one of my hands."

Lu Shian continued.

The frosty moon was like a hook, and the cold light was quietly shining. The silvery-white moonlight lightly covered the young man's body, as if covered with a layer of frost and snow, sharp yet gentle.

"Yuan Feng, two questions."

"Was your brother like this before?"

The young man was slightly stunned. He looked at Lu Shian, his fingertips slightly curled up.

His brother has been ill for seventy-four days. The sick brother is like a toy puppet, and only listens to Uncle Mo's words.

It's not like this. It shouldn't be like this.

His brother would laugh, touch his head, and buy him candy.

His brother would scold him, scold him, and accompany him to admit his mistakes.

Yuan Feng's breathing became disordered.

Lu Shian's gaze paused slightly and his voice slowed down.

"Do you think your brother will always be like this?"

"don't want!"

The boy suddenly opened his eyes wide, feeling his heart beating wildly and gasping for breath.

He doesn't want it! He wants his old brother!

Mo Dong's eyes suddenly turned cold, he was out of control, completely out of control.

Mo Dong's teeth were almost broken. His plan was obviously going perfectly, but two bastards showed up and got in his way!

He suddenly clenched his hand back, and the special dagger between his fingers suddenly poured into the boy's body, leaving a sticky line of blood.

The young man swayed with an expression of disbelief.

As expected, they are just children and can't learn to be on guard at all.

Mo Dong's eyes flashed with a sinister look, and he shouted coldly: "Set up the formation!"

Suddenly, a beam of light shot up into the sky from under his feet. Strange runes spread out like dead leaves blown by a strong wind, weaving into a huge array of light, trapping Yuan Feng firmly inside.

A look of inquiry flashed in Lu Shian's eyes: "A formation like the inverse solution?"

In the light array, the young man struggled violently, but the runes were like locks, tightly restraining the flow of Qi in his body.

The next moment, hundreds of air currents were drawn out from Yuan Feng's body by these runes.

The energy in his body was forcibly torn out, and the young man let out an uncontrollable cry of pain.

Mo Dong's eyes were fierce, and his gaze pierced the boy like a blade - if they could create it, they could certainly destroy it.

However, just as he was about to gather the power of the formation, he suddenly noticed something strange.

A weak but precise stream of energy was flowing upstream along the veins of the runes, eroding the restrictions of the formation bit by bit.

Mo Dong's expression suddenly changed, and he looked up suddenly——

That young man was actually trying to reverse his reverse solution formation!

Lu Shi'an lowered his eyelids slightly, and as the light and shadow floated, the reverse rune quietly penetrated into the formation, and cracks emerged.

Mo Dong cursed inwardly, he really was underestimated.

Mo Dong clearly had a fourth-rank assassin in his hands, but he didn't dare to use him.

Because he knew very well that once this person died, he would no longer be able to control Yuan Feng.

And now, he has decided to kill Yuan Feng as well, so what else is there to be afraid of?

Mo Dong's expression grew colder, and his tone suddenly darkened: "Since you two like to meddle in other people's business, go to hell with this brat."