Chapter 51 My gloom is as dark as I am, do you still pity me?
A gurgling sound, like sticky phlegm, rose in Cheng Yuan's throat.
Extremely enraged, he spun around twice before suddenly drawing his longsword and thrusting it forcefully at Wen Jin.
A glint flashed in Wen Jin's eyes. The pain in his shoulder was excruciating as he circulated his spiritual energy. He expressionlessly pulled off the blanket and let the longsword pierce through his right chest.
The pear blossom fragrance, like morning mist, slowly disappeared from my body, as if it had never existed.
He lowered his eyelashes, and the little spiritual power he had gathered in his pupils, forming layers of concentric circles.
Fools lose their sense of judgment when they are extremely angry, and they also open their doors wide when they are carried away by pride.
Cheng Yuan pulled out his longsword and wiped the warm blood from his face. The expected screams and pleas for mercy did not happen, which made him even more frustrated. He turned around and ordered his henchmen, "Both of you, come at me together!"
The two looked at each other, still vividly remembering how Cheng Yuan had wailed and rolled on the ground in agony last time. For a moment, they hesitated to move forward.
Cheng Yuan stepped forward and kicked each of them, yelling, "Useless! Didn't you see we were outside his attack range? No matter how powerful he is, he's just a leashed beast!"
The henchman who had just been slapped twice by Cheng Yuan was also angry. He stepped forward and slashed Wen Jin's arm with his sword. The second henchman followed suit.
Cheng Yuan looked at Wen Jin, who was covered in wounds in no time, and finally felt relieved.
But that's not enough. He turned around and picked up a rake from the torture instrument box. "It's made of millennia-old lava. With just a light brush, it can strip off your skin and flesh together."
The thought of that scene ignited a frenzied pleasure in Cheng Yuan's eyes; his face twitched with excitement. "These are the seeds of the Bone-Eating Tree. When the time comes, sprinkle them on your skin and flesh, and these spores will enter your body through your bloodstream, slowly devouring your internal organs..."
Wen Jin twitched his fingers and murmured softly.
Although Cheng Yuan desperately wanted to hear him beg for mercy, he still remembered his previous lesson and kept his distance. Only when the other man looked up could he resist glancing at him, "What did you say..."
The next second, his hand holding the rake hovered in mid-air, and his eyes instantly lost their light, making him look like a puppet.
The innocent voices of children sounded like the murmurs of a devil echoing in the darkness.
“Go, cut off the legs of those behind you, and cut out their tongues.”
Cheng Yuan's pupils began to tremble involuntarily, and the edges of his irises shimmered with the same light as in Wen Jin's pale golden eyes.
He slowly turned around, raising his hand under the horrified gazes of his two henchmen…
After two screams, the surroundings fell into dead silence.
Wen Jin tapped the blanket in his hand lightly with his fingers. Upon closer inspection, he noticed crooked patterns drawn on the corners.
Dog? Or rabbit?
Cheng Yuan threw half a tongue and a leg on the ground, while his two lackeys lay in pools of blood on their bodies, groaning silently.
Cheng Yuan, covered in blood and with a blank expression, walked toward Wen Jin.
His clothes were soaked in blood, which dripped down with each step he took, one drop landing on the blanket beneath the Demon Lord.
Wen Jin's fingers, which were lightly tapping the blanket, suddenly stopped. He looked at the unsightly drop of blood and his eyes turned unfriendly. "You've dirtied my things."
His things can be stained with his own blood, but he will not allow anyone else to be tainted in the slightest.
"Idiot, damn it."
Like a robot receiving an order, Cheng Yuan threw down the sword in his hand, picked up the rake on the ground, and combed his hair from head to tail. Half of his body was instantly covered in blood and flesh, revealing his eerie white bones.
The intense stench of blood made the place feel like the eighteenth level of hell, but the small figure sitting on the quilt seemed oblivious, staring coldly at the unsightly drop of blood.
*
The morning light, seeping through the gauze curtains that were torn by golden threads, made Huali stretch and wake up still sleepy.
"Do I really have to take this class?"
Ao Bai: "Others who don't work might just lose money, but if you don't work, you'll lose your life."
Huali lay back down on the bed in a starfish shape. Suddenly, she sniffed and a sweet scent of locust blossoms wafted in through the window crack. The next second, Zhang Dezhu's communication talisman arrived, albeit late!
"What time is it? If you're not born into wealth, then don't get those rich-man's diseases! Start a fire!"
Karin resigned herself to her fate and got out of bed.
She was considered to be in a good position, having a small courtyard of her own thanks to Qi Zhi's connections.
Although there was a woodshed next door and the small yard was overgrown with weeds, at least it was relatively private.
Huali was just about to start her shift when Zhang Dezhu suddenly pulled her to a corner.
When do you plan to do that?
Huali slowly removed her veil and deliberately asked, "What is it?"
Zhang Dezhu immediately took several steps back. "Put it on! Put it on! What did you say? Stop keeping me in suspense. When are you going to get it?"
Today's dessert in the kitchen is osmanthus cake. Most of it was given to the ladies of the palace, and some is now being arranged delicately on a plate, accompanied by a bowl of hot milk.
It was clearly a fancy breakfast that Zhang Dezhu had prepared for himself.
Her big, bright eyes sparkled behind her rose-colored veil. "When did I say I was going to get it?"
Zhang Dezhu's eyes widened immediately. "Didn't you say you were going to make shaved ice?"
Karin: "Mmm."
"If you don't take it, what will we use it for?"
Karin: "So why don't you go?" She tilted her head. "I was just offering a suggestion. If you're going to take it, then go for it."
Zhang Dezhu immediately jumped up and down, pointing at Huali and muttering "you you you" for a long time.
Unfortunately, the other party had a powerful backer, so he couldn't do anything about it.
"Fine, tell me, how can you get there?" Zhang Dezhu had no choice but to give in to this damned paratrooper. "You have the connection with Lady Qizhi, just let her go, or it will be fine."
Huali pointed to the breakfast on the table, "This smells delicious."
Zhang Dezhu gritted his teeth, "...Take it away."
After packing the food into the food box, Huali smiled at him and said, "Then I'll go and smooth things over now."
"Go away! Wait a minute, this is too shabby. Take this chicken with you too. It will make things easier for you to get along with the servants later."
Huali gave a crisp "Eh!" and walked towards the small, dilapidated house without blushing or skipping a beat.
Ao Bai stood on Hua Li's shoulder and looked at Zhang Dezhu, who was still waving his hand, from afar, and suddenly felt sorry for him for a second.
*
As she approached the small, dilapidated house, a sixth sense, like that of a small animal, made Huali frown.
She walked quickly closer, and her heart sank again when she saw the missing door.
As they approached, a strong, overwhelming stench of blood filled the air. Huali's hand, holding the food box, trembled violently. The ground in the courtyard was covered in a patch of dried, scarlet blood.
The three humanoid figures were so badly disfigured that they could no longer be called corpses.
"vomit--"
Unable to control the spasms in her stomach, Huali rushed out of the courtyard and vomited violently.
She had seen many dead people and vengeful spirits since she transmigrated to this era, but this was the first time she had ever seen a corpse so brutally murdered.
Xiao Wenjin's pale golden pupils reflected Huali's staggering retreating figure, and the small scarlet mole on his right eye appeared even colder with his sneer.
Humans are all like this: they pursue profit and avoid harm, and they like to see the beautiful side.
But once those dark, murderous, and bloodthirsty aspects are revealed, they will vanish like a fleeting moment.
Without exception.
Wen Jin tossed aside the blanket he had been clutching all night and expressionlessly tugged at the black iron chain on his shoulder blade, causing his wound, which had just begun to heal, to bleed again.
But the pain did not make his inexplicable frustration disappear.
He opened his eyes somewhat irritably.
The next second, the girl carrying the food box returned.
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