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The fragrance of Rulan whispered in his ear, igniting a warmth in his heart.
He reached out to touch the soft hand of the woman, and the voice of the charming middle-aged lord resonated, "Alright, as you wish, my lady."
The woman pulled him down onto the bed, and as he leaned back, she slowly removed her already thin garments.
As night deepened, the world remained restless.
...
In a part of the city they were unaware of, a fair-skinned young man moved like a merciless reaper, taking one vibrant life after another.
In a corner, he snapped a man's neck with a swift motion and murmured to himself, "The defenses of Rosen Hall are too weak. It seems their leisurely days have made them somewhat complacent."
"Since that's the case, let me conduct a paid rehearsal for them. The price will be your lives..."
His figure flickered and vanished. The man with the broken neck opened his eyes wide but did not die immediately. Though his neck was broken and he could not control his body, his mind remained temporarily alert.
He realized he was about to die and seemed to witness the deaths of many others. He wanted to warn people to avoid this demon. Unfortunately, all he could do was retain this fleeting awareness until death...
As night deepened, it was not just the people who were restless; it was the very essence of the night itself and everything within the city.
The slaughter continues.
In the inn, the Guide anxiously waits.
She stands in front of a room, not her own, but Ye Mingshang's.
"It's so late, why hasn't he returned yet? What if something happened?" the Guide worries.
That person left in the morning.
He had said that nothing would happen.
But now it is deep into the night, and everyone else has gone to sleep. That person, however, has not come back.
"Where are you? Please be safe," the Female Guide prays with her arms crossed over her chest.
In a forest, a somewhat thin young man in his twenties sits cross-legged against a tree.
His eyes are tightly closed, breathing steadily. Faintly, a golden light flickers, appearing and disappearing.
At the chest, a golden light flickered, emanating a sacred glow. However, it seemed somewhat unstable.
The golden light trembled for a moment, then flashed and vanished into the dark night.
The young man opened his eyes, pale and exhausted.
"It seems that without my own Dao Dan, it's really difficult to merge."
He looked up at the sky, where a bright moon hung high. The dense branches and leaves obscured its light, making it appear faint and elusive, reminiscent of a graceful woman shyly hiding her face behind a pipa.
"I wonder if there really is a Moon Palace on the moon, and if there is indeed a stunning beauty guarding the Cold Palace..." the young man murmured, then smiled.
"What am I thinking about at this hour? It's all that fat guy's fault." As he spoke, a wave of discomfort washed over him; his eyes lowered as he softly whispered, "Fat guy, I'm sorry. What I owe you in this life, I'll repay in the next by working like an ox or horse."
He looked up at the sky.
"In this life, I can only owe you for now."
...
In Nanjing City, in a white hospital room, the fat man in a patient gown was receiving an IV drip and had already recovered somewhat. Sitting on the bed with his back against the pillow, he also gazed out at the bright moon.
"Old Night, you mustn't act impulsively. Joan was forced into this situation too. After all, what he bears is no lighter than what you and I have to endure..."
Thinking about it, a tear slipped from the corner of his eye. Closing his eyes, the expression of the fat man was one of pain; "Damn it! If you want revenge, just tell me! Why do it this way? Don't you consider us friends?"
Different people, at the same time, looked at the same sky, gazed at the same bright moon, and thought of the same person. And that person they were thinking of, the one they cared about, was now becoming someone else's nightmare.
Boom!
Watching the fireworks explode in the sky, Ye Mingshang softly murmured, "It seems there's no way to continue hiding now."
Beneath him lay a young man who was barely clinging to life, holding an empty firework shell in his hand.
"Damn... damn invader, you will... bear the wrath of the Witch God... you will... never be reborn..." The young man clutched his chest, speaking in a broken voice.
Boom!
A foot came down hard on his head, crushing it into pieces and splattering brain matter.
"You might as well never be reborn first; your Witch God wouldn't dare face me."
The cold voice was calm and devoid of any ripple, as if merely narrating a fact.
"What happened?!"
In the lord's mansion, the lord who had been lost in a gentle reverie suddenly jolted awake. This sudden reaction sent a chill down his spine and ended a battle.
"Really, why are you suddenly acting like this?" the woman beneath him complained.
Without answering her, the Lord of the City casually threw on a coat and stood up.
He opened the window, and the fireworks outside had already faded.
"The sound just now should have been an invasion signal. Was it just my illusion? Could anyone really invade at this time?"
The Lord of the City pondered when suddenly a loud sound of footsteps echoed from outside the door.
"Lord, there is an enemy invasion!" a subordinate dressed in unusual attire half-kneeled at the door and reported.
The Lord narrowed his eyes. "Do you know who it is?"
"Currently unknown. According to the patrolling guards, over a dozen people have already fallen victim. This includes two stationed at the City Tower and several patrolling guards in the city. There are also casualties reported in other residences. The exact number of victims is still being confirmed."
"Understood, you may leave."
The subordinate withdrew.
The Lord narrowed his eyes again, a chilling aura instantly rising, lowering the temperature in the room. The beautiful woman on the bed also sat up with her cup in hand, looking at her man. She pursed her lips and softly spoke.
"If there's something to do, you should go ahead."
The city lord turned around, looking at the young and beautiful woman with a face full of affection. "You've suffered."
The woman shook her head. "Compared to you, my suffering is nothing." As she spoke, she got out of bed, disregarding her exposed body, and slowly walked up to the city lord. She wrapped her arms around his neck, stood on her tiptoes, and gently kissed his somewhat rugged face.
"Be careful. I'll be waiting for your return."
The fragrance brushed against her face, filling her nostrils.
"Don't worry, I still need you to bear me a son," the city lord said as he caressed the woman's delicate face.
The woman playfully pouted, "Hurry up, you're a mess today."
The city lord laughed heartily, quickly putting on his clothes and striding out the door.
As soon as he stepped outside, the smile vanished.
In his eyes, there was only endless coldness and killing intent.
How dare they disturb my peace? It seems I cannot remain indifferent.
(To be continued.)
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