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In this world, it is truly difficult to clearly define what is good and what is evil; there is no accurate generalization for it.
The so-called cause and effect, the idea of good being rewarded and evil being punished, does not have a definitive conclusion.
The belief that good deeds are rewarded and evil deeds are punished is merely a beautiful hope in people's hearts. It is a wish for good people to find happiness and fortune, while bad people receive their due retribution.
However, everything is impermanent, and the law of cause and effect is not necessarily fixed.
Massacring a village is an incredibly cruel and inhumane act. Capturing the souls of villagers to forge magical artifacts is even more inhumane, utterly horrific.
Joan's village was most likely slaughtered by the Black Witch Cult; even if it wasn't, capturing souls is far more inhumane and cruel than the massacre itself.
Yet, regardless of whether it was the Black Witch Cult's doing or whether it was an individual act or a collective behavior, these two individuals—a father and son—were clearly unrelated to this matter. Nevertheless, they still lost their lives because of it.
They were not involved, yet they were still entangled.
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Step~ Step~
A figure dressed in a long robe appeared, their footsteps echoing heavily on the ground without any intention of concealing their presence.
This was a middle-aged man around forty years old, with a rather upright appearance. He had a face full of vigor, and the small mustache beneath his nose made him look more mature and composed.
The clothing he wore resembled an ancient robe, made of silk, appearing quite ethereal without the heaviness of fabric.
Looking at the roaring flames and the collapsed houses, the middle-aged man furrowed his brow deeply.
It was evident that a fierce battle had taken place here, but where were the combatants? Had they left?
"Are you looking for me?"
A magnetic voice broke through his thoughts, pulling him back to reality as he turned to face its source.
It was a young man in his twenties, dressed in black pants, looking somewhat gloomy, though his skin was quite fair, resembling a pretty boy.
However, the experienced Rosen did not underestimate him due to his age.
The young man's appearance was so silent that even he had not sensed it; although part of it was due to his own distraction, the other’s strength could not be ignored. Moreover, it was clear that this person was a stranger, and today’s losses in their faction might very well have his “contribution.”
Most importantly, the aura he exuded was overwhelmingly dark. His eyes resembled a pitch-black abyss, seemingly possessing the power to engulf everything, making it difficult for one to look directly into them; it felt as if staring too long would cause one to lose their very soul.
There was also a sense of returning to simplicity and being hidden within nature about him, which made it hard for Rosen to perceive clearly; without seeing with his own eyes, there was no hint of humanity.
"What happened today was caused by you, wasn't it?" Rosen asked in a low voice.
"That's right." The voice was steady, without any fluctuations or hints of concealment.
Rosen frowned slightly. "Tell me who else is with you; I might be able to offer you a way out."
The other party showed no signs of wavering at his words, seeming like a machine carrying some kind of will.
"Others? There's only me here," the young man said in a voice devoid of emotion.
Rosen narrowed his eyes, a cold smile forming in his heart. "Ha! In his territory, he silently killed so many people, including some elite ones. Yet, I only found out much later, notified by the signal fireworks."
If it were just a lone person, that would be one thing, but there were also teams of over ten people. It would be one thing to wipe them all out, but to leave no trace at all—was that even possible? No one could do that without a well-trained assassination team.
"It seems you have no intention of telling the truth. Well, for dead men like you, it's not so easy to get you to speak," Rosen said in a deep voice. Then, as his eyes widened, a chilling aura spread out, causing even the roaring flames to flicker slightly.
With the murderous intent revealed, a small box appeared in Rosen's hand as he coldly stated, "Even the hardest bones must soften in my hands. After all, some pains are more terrifying than death."
The other party remained expressionless, still calm, but their gaze felt like they were watching a monkey show.
Rosen sensed this feeling as well; it annoyed him greatly. He snorted coldly and said, "Refusing a toast only to drink punishment wine. It seems I need to give you some pain before you'll talk."
As he spoke, he lightly tapped on the small box with his finger.
Snap!
The box opened after a second of silence.
Whoosh!
Thick black smoke poured out from the box and quickly spread around, enveloping the surrounding space and making the already dark night even darker.
Thick black fog continuously poured out from the box, seemingly endless, quickly spreading to Ye Mingshang's front and gradually engulfing him.
Watching all of this, Rosen sneered, "You actually took the initiative to dive into my black mist. Should I say you're overly confident, or should I say you're just foolish?"
In the black fog, Ye Mingshang took a moment to observe and soon understood its nature. It was nothing more than something similar to demonic energy. However, this was neither demonic energy nor monster energy; it was the unique energy of Gu, known as Gu Qi. Unlike demonic and monster energies, the concentration of Gu Qi had no correlation with its wielder's strength.
This type of Gu was called Black Fog Gu, which phonetically resembles "Black Witch." It indicated both its abilities and its effectiveness against the Black Witch Cult. It had little offensive capability but excelled at disrupting opponents. Moreover, it contained toxins that could paralyze a person's nerves, posing a significant threat to ordinary people. A single Black Fog Gu could potentially kill hundreds or even thousands of people solely through its black mist, provided that the user's level was sufficiently high.
Cultivating Black Fog Gu was quite challenging; even within the Black Witch Cult, there were not many available. Only high-ranking officials or mid-level elite executives could obtain them.
Rosen was clearly an elite among the Mid-level Executives. With this Black Fog Gu, he had gained a significant advantage in battles and greatly enhanced his strength.
However, this level of black mist posed no real threat to Ye Mingshang. Having become an immortal and returned to his true self, he could almost perceive his surroundings without relying on his six senses; he could "see" everything through sheer perception. As for the toxins, they were ineffective against him. His constitution was already special; he rarely fell ill, and after becoming an immortal and receiving nourishment from the Three Corpse Insect Transformation Dragon, he became nearly immune to poisons. Even if he ingested Arsenic, it would only result in mild diarrhea at most.
His eyes were filled with thick black fog; he couldn't see anything at a distance, not even his own fingers.
However, he didn't need to see.
Even without sight, his mind automatically sketched a picture of his surroundings: collapsed burning houses not far away and Rosen in a long robe nearby.
(To be continued.)
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