Chapter 91
Chapter Ninety-One
Meng Yuan moved a little further away from him and looked at the man: "Do you know him?"
The man's face was swollen from her slap, and he laughed: "You don't just know him, he's my beloved younger brother."
Meng Yuan stopped. "Brother, he is Shang Jingrong. He has become like this."
Shang Jingrong was on the verge of death from Zhou Xiuqi's attack, but he was still very excited: "Yes, I've been looking for him for a long time."
"Do you know why I'm looking for him?" he asked.
Meng Yuan noticed that he was not mentally stable.
Shang Mang remained silent, clearly upset: "Why?"
When Shang Jingrong saw him respond, he couldn't hide his crazed expression: "Because I'm going to tell you that I killed your mother."
"It's a pity you didn't get to see me kill your mother."
Shang Mang interrupted him: "What nonsense are you talking about? You know better than I do what happened to my mother."
Shang Jingrong shouted, "You are not worthy to mention my mother! She is my mother, not yours!"
Shang Mang's expression remained unchanged, but Shang Jingrong saw his clenched hand and his cheerful smile, just like the one from back then, but no longer as hearty.
"Yes, you don't know yet. On the day of the fire, Mother and Father spoke, and Mother said it to each other. You were just a child Mother picked up. She named me her adopted son to protect you. But you became the legitimate heir, taking my place and causing my family to be destroyed!"
"Shouldn't I have killed you?" he sobbed in anguish.
Shang Mang loosened his grip: "What did you say?"
Shang Jingrong came here to tell him the truth, the truth he had kept hidden for dozens of lifetimes. Even the kindest person would turn bad under such torment.
Shang Jingrong said, "Your mother was that inhuman, ghostly Weng Xian, but you don't have a mother now. Because I killed her, she saved me, but I killed her instead, hahaha. Doesn't that sound a lot like you?"
Meng Yuan's mind was buzzing; she hadn't recovered from all the information she had received.
Shang Mang's eyes glazed over, and he suddenly became as lost and bewildered as a butterfly that had lost its way. The revenge he had once strived for was because the world had killed his mother, but now Shang Jingrong was telling him that his mother was not his mother. He had even caused their deaths—an answer he had buried deep in his heart countless times.
Finally, it was brutally peeled open.
Shang Jingrong let out a painful roar: "Shang Mang!"
"I should have killed you, but I..."
"Now, this should be more painful for you than killing you, because your last relative is about to die."
He exhaled, his eyes like those of a dead fish, staring at him with unseeing eyes.
Feeling helpless and lost, he couldn't help but squat down: "How could this be?"
At that moment, Meng Yuan heard a faint whooshing sound. She quickly pulled Shang Mang behind the door, and sure enough, the sword that had been standing there swayed slightly.
Upon seeing the sword, Xiao Zheyu said, "The Taoist is here! Run!"
Meng Yuan looked at her: "And what about you?"
Xiao Zheyu shouted, "What do you care what I do? They won't do anything to me."
Meng Yuan didn't say anything more and ran towards the back door, while Shang Mang remained like a puppet the entire time. This blow was insignificant to Meng Yuan, as her family was ultimately unimportant. But it was different for Shang Mang. Despite the coldness of the Prince's mansion and the unpleasant memories those people had given him, Shang Mang was truly determined to avenge them. He would etch that resolve into his heart.
Every single moment he lived was consumed by thoughts of revenge.
But now they're telling him that they wouldn't be dead if it weren't for him. This hatred started because of him; isn't the person he most deserves to kill himself?
Meng Yuan was not good at comforting people, so she could only hold Shang Mang's hand tightly.
"You beast, where do you think you're going!" the old Taoist priests shouted in unison. Meng Yuan ran into the street, and a large group of Taoist priests descended from the sky. But Meng Yuan seemed to have made the same decision again; she stood there and said, "You can't kill him!"
The old Taoist chuckled: "Ling Daozi told us long ago that the Calamity Sword in your hand was the magic weapon that killed him. Now hand it over!"
Meng Yuan would never hand it over.
Shang Mang suddenly spoke up: "Give them to them."
Meng Yuan turned around, gritting her teeth: "I won't give them to them."
Shang Mang remained calm and composed: "Didn't you distrust me? I will pay with my life for your master and senior brother."
Meng Yuan was extremely anxious, her palms were sweating: "Who asked you to pay with your life? You're just one person, how can you pay for the lives of two people?"
Meng Yuan looked back, but Shang Mang's men were nowhere to be seen. Instead, Shang Mang stood in front of her, holding the Calamity Sword in his hand.
Black energy surged from the Calamity Sword, and Meng Yuan was held hostage by two Taoist priests. The old Taoist priest laughed loudly in the air: "You beast, you've finally met your match. If you take your own life, we might leave you with a whole corpse."
Shang Mang looked at Meng Yuan: "Meng Yuan, I'm only going to be a good person this once, you have to watch."
"You must always remember this."
Meng Yuan's heart pounded, and she felt a sharp pain: "What do you want to do? Don't do anything reckless!"
The next second, to everyone's surprise, Shang Mang turned around and plunged the sword into his own chest, feeling a dull pain in his heart.
"No!!!" Meng Yuan cried out in anguish, her eyes finally burning with tears. Three people had died in front of her today.
Shang Mang just smiled and looked at her, slowly inserting the calamity into her heart.
The young Taoist priest beside the old Taoist priest smiled and said, "Now, the world is at peace."
The old Taoist priest remained silent, his smile gradually fading.
Until the calamity pierced through him, Shang Mang collapsed to his knees, powerless, and the two released Meng Yuan. His hair turned into specks of blood mist, floating in the air.
Meng Yuan crawled over on her knees, completely disregarding her dignity: "What exactly are you doing?"
"What are you doing?" She was completely bewildered, the large expanse of red glaringly bright.
Shang Mang smiled at her and said, "I'll take you home."
Meng Yuan felt a lump in her throat, unable to utter a sound, and could only shake her head helplessly, squeezing out broken sobs.
Shang Mang raised his hand, his hand covered in blood, then gently lowered it, only able to look at her. This was for the best; at least he wouldn't feel so reluctant to part with her.
"You are my life."
"Go home. Go home." Just seeing her cry broke his heart. How could he leave her to endure this chaotic world?
Meng Yuan looked at the increasingly faint light in his eyes and couldn't stop her pain: "No, no, this is not worth it at all."
Shang Mang finally couldn't resist and kissed her on the lips: "Do you still remember that bet?"
"You win."
Meng Yuan cupped his face in her hands, and a mechanical voice echoed in her mind.
[Congratulations, host, on completing all tasks. You are now being removed from this world.]
Meng Yuan should be happy, but seeing Shang Mang's increasingly pale eyes before her, she couldn't feel joy.
Shang Mang gave her his usual fake smile: "I do not follow the righteous path."
"I only want Meng Yuan, so that we may be happy every year."
[Ding dong, the villainous male supporting character's mission has failed.]
The faster she disappeared, the happier Shang Mang laughed. A dazzling rainbow descended from the sky, cleaving through the gloom.
He had no heart to appreciate it; his tired, drooping eyes blocked out the last bit of light.
I can finally get a good night's sleep.
There are no more ghost babies in the world.
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