Da da da
In his room, Lin Fan frantically collected chess scores and studied Go. Before long, he was electrocuted and burned.
"System, I can't take it anymore, cancel this task."
"The task has been accepted and cannot be cancelled!"
He was panting heavily, exhausted, and drowsiness was creeping over him. Before he knew it, it was already late at night.
At this moment, his hands and feet were weak and his limbs were powerless, as if they were falling apart. He closed his eyes in a daze and lay on the bed.
"Our eldest brother is asleep, let's go take a look!"
Lu Shuisheng shouted. After they borrowed the Sky-Gazing Mirror from their grandmaster, they had been guarding the mirror and using magic to observe the situation in Lin Fan's room through it.
The purpose was to wait until he fell asleep and then peer into his memories through the Sky-Gazing Mirror.
Leng Xingyue affectionately patted her head, then formed hand seals and cast a spell, causing the scene in the Sky-Gazing Mirror to change.
...
In the dark space, the dull sound of chains echoed.
On the dark ground lay a gaunt figure, surrounded by rats scurrying about. The person lying on the ground was emaciated, filthy, with his hands and feet pierced by instruments of torture, and his collarbone pierced through.
creak
This was a dungeon. All that could be heard was the sound of a door opening, followed by a slow, faint light.
Someone walked in, his eyes gleaming with a cynical light, his lips curving backward at a 45-degree angle. In the dim light, his face could be vaguely discerned; it was Long Aotian.
He wore a jade crown and a dragon robe, and looked at the person lying on the ground with a playful gaze.
Long Aotian crouched down slightly, reached out and grabbed the other person's hair. When his face was revealed, it was already a mess from being tortured. His eyes were empty and devoid of any light.
"Lin Fan, how does it taste?" His gaze was haughty, as if he were looking at an ant, devoid of any emotion.
Upon hearing this, Lin Fan glanced to the side, his mouth twitched, and he spat out two mouthfuls of black blood.
"To be honest, your will is stronger than I imagined. You were tormented by Seventh Senior Sister's poison for seven years, and you are still alive. Is there some unfulfilled wish?"
Long Aotian gripped his hair tightly, a smug look in his eyes, his smile gradually turning wicked as he said, "I came here today to tell you that my senior sisters and master are all very kind. I am very comfortable with their service every day."
He lowered his head and whispered, "They taste wonderful, so moist!"
After saying this, seeing Lin Fan struggle slightly, he felt delighted and laughed heartily. He casually raised his foot and kicked Lin Fan, sending him flying into the wall.
"Seven years have passed, and I'm tired of it. You can die in peace now."
Long Aotian flicked his sleeve, unleashing a sword light that pierced through Lin Fan's heart.
Lin Fan watched his departing figure, his eyes filled with intense killing intent. However, his breathing gradually stopped, and his life came to an end.
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call
Lin Fan suddenly woke up, his face pale, feeling a sharp pain in his head and rapid breathing. He looked at the sky, where the stars still dotted the view outside the window.
After calming himself down, he got out of bed, looking listless, and gently tapped the black chess piece on the board.
"It's strange, why would I suddenly dream about that experience?"
He murmured to himself, looking at the chessboard, lost in thought.
At Yunke Peak, the five sisters wept bitterly. Was this what happened to their eldest brother after he went missing? It turned out he was tortured to death by Long Aotian.
Thinking back to all that happened in her past life, when Long Aotian treated Lin Fan that way, weren't they also there to help him?
No wonder the senior brother refused to forgive them. Anyone who encountered such a situation would go crazy. It's already quite remarkable that they could communicate calmly.
"Sheng'er, where are you going?" Leng Xingyue forcibly suppressed the pain in her heart and stopped Lu Shuisheng when she saw him leaving angrily.
"I'm going to avenge my senior brother!" she cried out loudly. Since her rebirth, she had been refining poisons every day, trying to create a deadly poison that could kill silently and instantly, a poison that even a god couldn't save her from.
But she failed. Long Aotian seemed to have a cheat code, able to discover the poison she had used beforehand and thus avert the crisis.
Seeing Lin Fan's fate today, she could no longer hold back and was determined to kill Long Aotian.
"Don't be impulsive. Long Aotian has too many secrets. Stay calm!" Leng Xingyue hugged her and comforted her.
After her rebirth, she kept a close eye on Long Aotian, and she once thought of trying to take action to get rid of this scourge.
But it seemed that some mysterious force was protecting Long Aotian. Every time she wanted to make a move, the spiritual energy in her body would become disordered, and in severe cases, the force would reverse, forcing her to give up and observe in secret.
"Master, I regret it so much! Why did I make so many poisons!"
Lu Shuisheng cried like a child, her delicate body trembling, her cries filled with despair.
"The eldest brother must be in a lot of pain. Look at his hands, they're shaking so much he can't even hold the chess pieces properly."
Flowers bloom under the moon, pear blossoms sway in the rain, eyes filled with heartache.
"Oh no, Master! Senior Brother is emanating black energy!"
Su Youxue exclaimed in surprise. They stared intently at the figure. They knew very well what the black aura represented; it was a sign of demonic possession.
If he becomes a demon, he will never have a chance to turn back.
"Don't worry, I won't let him become a demon!" Leng Xingyue said calmly, her eyes resolute, as if she had made a decision.
They all looked at Lin Fan, without mentioning their rebirth or his dreams. They all vaguely understood that they had all been reborn, but no one said it aloud.
They all have their own selfish motives. If this matter were brought to light, I'm afraid none of them would be able to truly face Lin Fan. It's enough that everyone knows the truth in their hearts.
Ding: Congratulations, host, your demonic heart has begun to take shape. Your villainous charm has increased by 10. You are rewarded with the Yin-Yang Harmony Secret Technique.
Lin Fan's body trembled incessantly, his face hardened, and with a crash, he accidentally knocked all the chess pieces away. Every time he lost on the chessboard, he was struck by lightning, and his arms were so numb that he couldn't even hold the chess pieces anymore.
"Damn system, explain yourself clearly. I don't have the Evil Dragon Relic, nor do I cultivate demonic arts, so where would I get a demonic heart?"
He was electrocuted, his scalp tingling, and he grimaced in pain. What use was this charm value to him, a villain?
"One thought can make you a Buddha, another a demon. You have a demon in your heart, hence the birth of a demonic heart," the system replied.
He rolled his eyes and grinned, saying, "Come on, everyone has their own little schemes. When faced with injustice, everyone has the urge to do something bad. Compared to Long Aotian, I'm practically a saintly saint!"
Ding: Congratulations, host, you have successfully awakened and decided to fight against the Chosen One. You have gained 50 points of hatred value from Long Aotian. The protagonist's hatred value is now maxed out. Reward: one bottle of lubricant.
Looking at the jumbled items in my inventory—the Hehuan Powder, the Yin-Yang Hehuan Technique, lubricant, sexy panties—each item more outrageous than the last, I was speechless.
"The programmer who developed you must be selling adult products, right? They can't sell them, so they're forcing them on you."
He cursed the system's ancestors for eighteen generations in his mind. He desperately wanted to clear his inventory, but there was no delete function, and he couldn't take things out and throw them away; he could only consume them.
"Enjoy using it, host!" the system said playfully.
Aww
"Happiness my ass!"
Lin Fan overturned the table, and was judged to have failed the mission, and was punished by the system again.
Holy shit! You idiot, ***
A telegram tone sounded in the room, but it wasn't played because the content was unpleasant.
Lin Fan simply lay down on the ground, roaring inwardly.
Other people's transmigrated systems are all awesome, they defeat the protagonist and build harems everywhere, but my system is like an idiot, directly drawing all of Long Aotian's hatred, is it forcing me to die quickly?
A fifth-level Golden Core cultivator challenging a seventh-level Golden Core cultivator, who is still a protagonist destined to challenge those of higher levels, is best approached with a long-term plan.
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