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Holding the Dragon Horn Ink Gun, he stood firm.
Accompanied by the sound of hurried footsteps, the crowd from Senra Hall had gathered and rushed over.
The number of those killed by Ye Mingshang was still few; at this moment, at least several hundred had arrived from all directions, quickly surrounding him.
In the dark crowd, Face showed no signs of fear. Instead, he smiled slightly, and with a flourish of the ink gun, the sound of Dragon Roar echoed.
"Ink Gun, after a thousand years, we finally fight side by side again."
The ink gun responded with a Dragon Roar, faintly expressing a sense of excitement.
On this dark and windy night, it was indeed time for killing;
This night was destined to be anything but peaceful.
On the platform above, a graceful figure stood tall, her beautiful eyes shimmering with light as two streams of tears slowly fell.
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High atop the City Tower, a shadow flashed by, gently soaring over the tower and landing on the grass outside.
The Grim Reaper representing death had departed, yet within Shenluo City, blood flowed like rivers, and corpses lay scattered everywhere, truly living up to the name Shenluo City. Wasn't the scene in the city now akin to a Hell of All Beings?
Returning to the inn where it all began, in front of his room door, the Female Guide sat at the entrance with dark circles under her eyes, hugging her knees.
"What are you doing here?" Ye Mingshang asked in confusion.
After staying up all night, the Female Guide was feeling quite sluggish. Although her eyes were open, she didn't even notice that the person she was waiting for had already returned.
"Ah! You're back!" the Guide said, lifting her head in surprise.
Ye Mingshang nodded. "Did you stay here all night?"
Thinking for a moment, she then complained, "Where did you go yesterday? I couldn't find you and thought something dangerous had happened."
The Female Guide frowned, her eyebrows raised in a V-shape, and her lips slightly pouted, looking quite aggrieved.
Ye Mingshang looked at her strangely. "What danger could I be in? But you waited here for so long; are you worried about me?"
"Of course!" the Guide blurted out, then realized what she had said and immediately blushed.
Ye Mingshang shrugged. "No one can hurt me; there's no need to worry."
The Female Guide felt a bit awkward, her eyes darting around until they landed on the long spear that Ye Mingshang was carrying on his back.
"What do you have on your back?" the Guide asked, pointing at the spear wrapped in burlap.
"Oh, this? It's a fishing rod..." Ye Mingshang replied after glancing at the spear.
The Guide was taken aback. "Did you go fishing yesterday?"
"Yeah, haha. I'm heading back now. You can rest early. No need to call me while you're sightseeing," he said.
Looking at the closed door, the Guide scratched her head in confusion.
"Is that what a fishing rod looks like? By the way, did he not catch a single fish all night? What a bad catch..."
As soon as he entered, the ink gun inside the burlap bag let out a sharp sound, expressing its dissatisfaction at being treated like a fishing rod by Ye Mingshang.
In a nearby forest, Joan, who had been leaning against a tree all night, also opened his eyes.
After a night of adjustment, he could barely use Dao Dan's power. Although it was not as effective as his own, he could still exert Celestial Master-level strength. Moreover, with this power that surpassed the peak of Celestial Master as support, he could also perform certain forbidden techniques. He believed that with such power, nothing could stand in his way, as it was a force that disregarded good and evil and focused solely on destruction.
Exhaling a breath of stale air, Joan stood up and looked into the distance.
"There is a branch of the Black Witch Cult nearby; I should eliminate it first and collect some interest."
A few hours later.
Standing under the city gate, Joan felt puzzled. He had been shouting for quite some time without receiving any response. This was supposed to be an important stronghold for the enemy; even if it wasn't heavily guarded, there should at least be someone on watch.
Despite his doubts, since there was no response from the other side, he could take the opportunity to sneak in.
"What! What happened here?!"
Climbing over the wall, Joan looked at the devastation within the city, his eyes wide with shock.
Inside the city, it resembled a scene from hell.
Mountains of corpses lay piled up, and blood flowed like streams.
As he walked through the city, the ground was covered in blood, turning dark red. The blood had already congealed; stepping on it would easily cause it to shatter.
Joan remained highly alert, constantly on guard against any potential danger that might arise.
On the street, corpses were everywhere, each one already stiff, but their faces retained expressions of terror, making Joan feel a bit unnerved.
Finally, he came to a stop.
In front of him was a small mountain made of bodies.
Swallowing hard, he slowly moved his feet and looked around.
"What is this!"
Suddenly, he saw large characters written in blood on a patch of ground.
"Good and evil will be rewarded; act on behalf of heaven!" As he read the inscription, Joan realized that the Black Witch Cult had provoked someone formidable, leading to such an outcome.
Continuing to read, there were three more words at the end.
"Ye Mingshang!!!"
Joan's eyes widened in shock.
Could it really be that his master did this?!
The events at Rosen Hall were not the end; they were merely the beginning. All other factions, including the headquarters of the Black Witch Cult, were now targets for revenge.
Since it was your only wish in this life, let me, as your master, fulfill it for you.
This was what Ye Mingshang held in his heart.
Standing there, Joan tightly closed his eyes, his double fists clenched tightly as tears uncontrollably streamed down from the corners of his eyes.
Master...
His eyes were already hazy. Despite the outrageous things he had done, Master not only did not blame him but also came to help him take revenge and fulfill his wishes.
Although he usually liked to act silly and Master would often hit him, and it hurt a lot, he never got angry; he only felt happiness.
Since childhood, everyone in the village had lost their lives before his eyes, turning cold. The moment he chose to curl up in his parents' embrace, he had chosen death.
But perhaps it was not his time to die. The police arrived just in time and saved him. When the Old Police Officer rescued him and said, "From now on, you are my son," he couldn't help but cry.
However, everyone eventually dies. Years later, this father who filled his soul also passed away, leaving him all alone and miserable.
Since then, he changed. He began to act foolishly and do all sorts of silly things. It wasn't that he truly wanted to be like this; rather, he wanted to appear less sad and less lonely through these antics.
Until he met Ye Mingshang, the person who changed his life.
The one who gave him strength and led him out of darkness.
The act of stealing Fatty Daodan was not something he wished for; it was simply because his time was running out. If all his family and friends had died and reincarnated, that would have been fine. But they were still suffering; how could he let go? (To be continued.)
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