Inside the exquisite little wooden box were scrolls of paintings, about three or four in total. Shen Changlin's expression remained unchanged, but he had just opened one of the scrolls when it clattered open.
The wooden box fell to the ground with a crash, shattered by the uncontrollable, violent spiritual power. The scroll inside rolled to the ground, its image unfolding.
They were actually erotic pictures.
The brushstrokes were exceptionally delicate, as if even the black hair could be seen strand by strand, and the woman in the picture had an incredibly familiar face; it was clearly Ruan Qing'an from Yanlai Peak!
Beside him, Yang Lin had already closed his eyes, his face deathly pale.
Fantasizing about powerful figures at the Void Refinement Realm can be deadly...
“Shen Changlin, you've seen it yourself, this is my weakness, ha... I never thought I'd be able to blackmail you one day. I can tell you who's behind me, but—”
As Yang Lin was speaking, he suddenly realized that he hadn't heard Shen Changlin speak at all, and alarm bells went off in his mind.
He subconsciously looked up—the boy in the black cloak was still standing there, his aura almost frozen in ice, looking down at Yang Lin with deep black eyes that seemed to be dripping blood.
After fighting for a long time, Yang Lin had never felt such a strong sense of crisis from death, and his face turned even paler.
"You, you didn't want to know who that person was..."
"I can tell you, Shen Changlin, you're cold—"
Before Yang Lin could finish speaking, the long knife stuck in his abdomen flew straight up, grazed his ear, and then slammed into the ground, scattering large pieces of wood chips.
For a moment, Yang Lin's breathing stopped!
If he had been just a fraction more off-center, his head would have been blown off with a single blow!
Yang Lin was completely terrified. At first, he wasn't too afraid that Shen Changlin would kill him because Yang Lin knew that Shen Changlin still needed to get information from him, and that apart from suffering, his life wouldn't be in danger. But now...
The kind-hearted young man with the innocent smile had already bent down, his large hand firmly gripping Yang Lin's neck, while his other hand held the hilt of the knife.
His eyes were as cold as a vengeful ghost.
—It was more like a beast that had crawled out of the abyss, as if it wanted to drag Yang Lin down to the eighteenth level of hell.
Yang Lin's face was as white as a ghost, and his voice trembled.
"Chen, Shen Changlin, you already have leverage over me, do you still have to kill me? I can use the people behind me—"
Do you think I still care about that now?!
His grip became increasingly uncontrolled, and he growled.
Yang Lin was so frightened that he dared not speak. Shen Changlin's eyes were filled with cold ferocity and murderous intent. He could hardly breathe, his brain was severely lacking oxygen, and he was completely dazed.
He agreed to tell the truth.
What on earth is Shen Changlin angry about?!
But Shen Changlin didn't care about Yang Lin's confusion at all. His face was ashen, and he gripped the hilt of the knife, pouring spiritual power into it.
The long sword trembled, as if it were faintly wailing.
But the next moment, Shen Changlin moved his hand and broke the long sword in two. He then pressed it against Yang Lin's wound, seemingly carrying a chilling aura that made Yang Lin shudder in fright.
A smile slowly crept onto the boy's lips, twisted and chilling.
"What were you thinking this day, Yang Lin, when you looked at her, when you bowed to her, when you spoke of your false and filthy respect for her?"
"Are you recalling your erotic paintings?"
"Thinking about how to kiss her, or, how to play with her?"
Shen Changlin's laughter was like a chilling knife, scraping against Yang Lin, as if it could peel his skin off.
As he spoke in a low voice, he couldn't help but recall the scene he had just witnessed: erotic paintings scattered all over the ground, each one depicting her in a seductive pose or a barely concealed display of desire—clearly, Yang Lin had drawn them based on his own imagination.
Shen Changlin wasn't ignorant; he just didn't dare.
She is clearly the bright moon hanging high in the sky...
Seeing Yang Lin's pale face, the broken knife was plunged directly into his wound. Blood splattered, landing in specks on the boy's cheek, making him look like a terrifying god of death.
He lowered his eyes and said, "How dare you, Yang Lin? How dare you defile her with such filthy thoughts?"
"Damn it... I didn't actually do it..."
Yang Lin was really struggling to breathe. The threat of death was growing stronger. He was really about to die, but he just didn't understand!
He died without understanding why!
Shen Changlin leaned down and pressed the broken knife against his neck: "Yes, you should be glad, otherwise—I would have skinned you, scraped off your flesh, and refined your soul for forty-nine days. Yang Lin, how dare you?"
"Even... even just looking at her, even touching her fingertips, I'm afraid of defiling my moon..."
The boy's deep black eyes were filled with a dark mist, yet they also carried an eerie, delicate tenderness and dependence, twisted and insane.
Just before the broken blade completely severed his neck—
Yang Lin finally understood.
Even now, in his final moments, Shen Changlin hadn't uttered a single word of "Master." He was clearly—
Yang Lin's eyes widened: "You...you and me..."
'Pfft!'
In an instant, the only response was a splatter of blood. His eyes turned cold: "How could I possibly be like you, trash?"
The boy seemed to have emerged from blood; even his black cloak had turned dark red. He finally stood up and, as if disgusted by garbage, kicked away the rolling head.
Shen Changlin's gaze fell on the wooden box and the scroll on the ground.
With a surge of spiritual power, it shattered them all.
Within his sea of consciousness, the voice of the black mist suddenly rang out, carrying a strange laugh: "Ha... It really is myself."
"Yang Lin is quite amusing. I remember when he was just starting out, the Myriad Paths Sect suddenly encountered a crisis. That was the first time Ruan Qing'an appeared in public, and he defeated a powerful enemy with overwhelming strength. When he saw Yang Lin, he casually gave him some pointers, and he has remembered them ever since."
"However, although he was somewhat despicable, why bother? It's such a waste to kill a pawn who could be interrogated just because of a woman destined to betray you—"
"Shut up, or get out of my head."
Shen Changlin's expression was indifferent. He glanced at Yang Lin's corpse on the ground and the murder scene: "Tsk."
It seems... we still need to find a way to resolve the potential problems.
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