Demons kill people, and after a person dies, they may transform into a demon and kill people again.

That's just how the world is.

The whole world seemed to be falling step by step into an abyss.

A scholar once said that one day, the world will belong to the demon race, and humanity will be unable to stop this trend.

All we can do is postpone that day.

"die!"

With a roar, Feng Ling swung her sword, splitting the seventh-tier demon lord in two.

The monster let out a chilling and shrill roar, writhing in agony on the ground.

Golden spiritual energy scorched its body, rendering it unable to recover.

He didn't stop at all, nor did he look back even once.

Fifty years of bloodshed had numbed him.

Just as he was about to leave, a familiar voice came from behind him.

"Young Master...Young Madam...Young Master Yaohua..."

!

Feng Ling and Ruo Qingyan were both shocked. He stopped and turned around in astonishment, his mouth agape.

The ugly, twisted monster on the ground had one hand raised, half of its body, as if it wanted to touch the wind chimes.

But she was powerless to do anything about it.

Tears welled in his bloodshot pupils, appearing like blood under the red light emanating from them...

"Young Master Yaohua, you're finally back..."

!!

Even though Fengling has been using her identity to slay demons for decades.

But that one call of "Young Master Yaohua" pulled him back to that morning in the capital.

The little maid standing by her bedside, sobbing and wailing.

[Young Master Yaohua! You're finally awake! Waaaaah...]

"Young master, save me... save me..."

At this moment, she didn't seem like an ugly monster.

It was that same tearful maid, sobbing uncontrollably, crying in agony.

She was convulsing, trembling, and reaching out her hand, hoping someone would save her...

Fengling held Ruo Qingyan and stared at her blankly.

He suddenly felt a little lost.

This was the first time he had ever encountered someone he knew who had turned into a monster.

It has turned into such an ugly sight!

At this moment, Ruo Qingyan closed her eyes, her expression showing some reluctance:

"Wind chimes... give her a quick death."

"Young master...save..."

Feng Ling snapped out of her daze, gritted her teeth, gripped her sword, lowered her head, and whispered:

"I want to save it..."

Ruo Qingyan pursed her lips and remained silent.

With a flick of her wrist, the wind chime vanished, and the golden flames that had been burning on the monster's body disappeared.

The monster howled as it slowly restored its body.

At the same time, the wind chime said to her:

"As long as you continue to follow me and help me exorcise demons..."

Before he could finish speaking, the monster suddenly spoke:

"Kill me...kill me...Young master, save me...save me, please...ahhhhh! Let me die!"

She looked up to the sky and let out a mournful wail that seemed to pierce the soul and send chills down one's spine.

The words Fengling was about to say were stuck in her throat.

Suddenly it occurred to me that this must have been very painful for her.

Just like some people who don't want to live, demons may have wondered why they exist in this world.

For some demons, this world is nothing short of hell.

He slowly raised the sword in his hand:

"sorry..."

Swish—

With a single sword strike, her demonic path was severed.

With a single sword strike, the maid's entire life's memories entered Feng Ling's mind.

She was ordered by the head of the Yao family to intercept all of Yaohua's wife's letters.

While accompanying Yaohua's wife, he would sometimes shed tears unintentionally when laughing with her, and he would laugh at himself, saying that the tears were tears of laughter.

One night, I looked at those letters and secretly wiped away my tears.

When she was alone by the pool, she would often think of that simple and generous young master who would give her delicious food.

That night, this person was corrupted by the demonic aura of Yaohua's wife and transformed into a demon overnight.

Her mind was consumed by terrifying resentment, and that night, in her frenzy, she ate countless members of her tribe.

After that night, she could never go back.

Forced to cultivate, forced to kill, forced to devour their own kind...

She gained power, enabling her to travel to the heavens and the earth.

He gained freedom, but his soul was in even greater pain than before.

After killing her, Feng Ling didn't linger at all; the current situation didn't allow him any hesitation.

His face grew increasingly gloomy, and he remained silent, lost in thought.

Ruo Qingyan, nestled in his arms, slowly spoke:

"This is a problem that every spiritualist may face. When someone you know transforms into a demon and stands before you, to kill or not to kill..."

With a single sword strike, Feng Ling severed the demon before her, her eyes lowered, her voice hoarse.

What are your answers?

Ruo Qingyan pursed her lips:

The answer is, kill...

"Even if they don't harbor resentment themselves, they may have been corrupted into demons by the resentment of others."

"But the answer is also to kill."

"This is the unanimous answer from the spiritual master community."

The spiritualist community has always been this way, and has steadfastly upheld this belief.

......

Feng Ling silently swung her sword again and again.

It's clear that he wasn't in a good mood after killing that maid.

Not just that maid, but everyone in Yaohua's family.

After seeing the wind chimes, some people, like that maid, begged him to kill them.

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