Evil As Humans Ch223

Author: 年终 / Nian Zhong

Translator: Kinky || https://kinkytranslations.com/


Chapter 223: Recess

The broken figure of Hu Tao disappeared in place, and the white arm that was dwelling on her back suddenly shattered.

Like a crumbled marble sculpture, it scattered into palm-sized pale flesh chunks, rolling all over the ground. A tremendous force erupted, severely disrupting the surroundings. Zhong Chengshuo could no longer concentrate his imagination due to the severe disturbance, and the camouflage around him collapsed in an instant.

“Run!” Yin Ren grabbed Zhong Chengshuo’s wrist.

The two took out their photos and, following the directions in the comments, sprinted towards the exit.

Yin Ren didn’t use any magic anymore; he relied solely on his physical abilities to dash through the clusters of white. Despite his astonishing athletic ability, Zhong Chengshuo couldn’t keep up with the evil that had been bounding through the mountains and forests for three hundred years. Eventually, Yin Ren practically had to drag him along.

“Why…” The atmosphere was off. Zhong Chengshuo managed to squeeze out the question amidst the jostling.

Yin Ren didn’t answer. He had sprinted ahead of Zhong Chengshuo, so Zhong Chengshuo couldn’t see his lover’s face.

Hu Tao was a fierce ghost. Although she had been a “neighbor” for some time, Zhong Chengshuo hadn’t really seen her much. He had only recently experienced emotions, so he didn’t have much deep attachment to Hu Tao.

She had left, and he would remember, but it was just a faint regret once the dust settled.

But Yin Ren was different from him. The small Yin Village from thousands of years ago could still make the Great Celestial Master wipe out tens of thousands of troops. Yin Ren had always been open about his emotions, and now that he had lost the familiar Hu Tao like this, he was definitely deeply concerned.

Moreover, since they started acting together, Yin Ren had never left him behind like this.

Zhong Chengshuo couldn’t ignore this abnormality.

“Why?” he persistently asked.

“She was exposed to too much Evil Force.” Yin Ren’s tone was eerily calm. “Even if Love immediately gave up on her, I couldn’t bring her back to her previous state. Allowing her to rest in peace early is the only way.”

The snowy landscape quickly retreated around the two, and in the blur, silence persisted for a few seconds.

Zhong Chengshuo let out an “oh”. “I know. That’s not what I’m asking.”

Yin Ren fell silent for a while. When he spoke again, his voice was somewhat hoarse. “As ‘King Yama’, you must have similar judgments. But when it comes to the decision to ‘save her’, I don’t want your opinion mixed in. I sent her away myself, and I will remember that.”

“Because you want to firmly blame yourself?” Zhong Chengshuo pondered with difficulty.

“I’ve never liked casually releasing fierce ghosts.” Yin Ren paused for a moment and answered rhetorically. “As long as they continue to exist, they will always find something.”

Zhong Chengshuo made a somewhat incomprehensible “mm” sound and didn’t ask any more questions. Yin Ren then accelerated his pace, swallowing the sourness in his throat.

Whether it was letting go of attachments and finding liberation or gradually fading away and being forgotten over a long period of time, fierce ghosts would eventually find one or two useless yet comfortable moments during their lengthy journey entangled by attachments.

Yin Ren liked these moments the most. They might be insignificant and meaningless, but they could turn “existence” into “life”.

Just like a thousand years ago, the candy specially heated at the doorstep of Yin Village and arranged into comical shapes by children.

In room 601, Building 4 of Ping’an Manor would no longer have anyone competing with him for the tablet to watch dramas, nor would anyone point out things and share random life experiences about his online shopping cart.

“…Zhong Ge.”

“Yeah?”

“The struggle with Love is now my ‘personal grudge’,” Yin Ren said. “Since it wants to find out our abilities, I’ll let it see clearly—under no circumstances should you bring out your Karma Lantern.”

“But—”

“Love is powerful, but its true form isn’t present. Otherwise, there would be no need to use Hu Tao to buy time,” Yin Ren said. “Since its true form isn’t here, I know what I need to do.”

In an instant, darkness covered the snowy world.

……

“You’re back? Where’s Yin Ren?” Lu Xiaohe looked surprised at Ge Tingting and Huang Jin.

“Huang Jin” smiled faintly. “I think they’ll be here soon. Love’s power just collapsed, so it must have suffered a setback.”

Hearing the tone, Lu Xiaohe immediately caught on. “Qi Xin.”

“Listen carefully.” With Huang Jin’s face, Qi Xin slightly raised her chin with a hint of arrogance. “You came to me for help, and I did what I needed to do. I won’t interfere in other matters. I’m just a projection here, with limited abilities. Even if you turn to Yin Ren… Huh?!”

Before she could finish speaking, everything in front of her turned into pure darkness. This time, it wasn’t the legion of cats submerging everyone, but a soft and warm mass of wings.

Yin Ren.

As they reached the exit zone at the center of the cocoon, the mass of wings suddenly appeared and swiftly expanded. It enveloped all living beings at the fastest speed, desperately trying to drill towards the exit. For some reason, Yin Ren didn’t use his transformed appearance; he still had that old appearance resembling the “cub of Fear”.

On the other side of the exit, Fu Tianyi was busy using his sword to break through the cocoon. The weak spot became the breakthrough point. The dark mass of wings burst out from within, directly stunning Fu Tianyi with a physical blow.

When Meng Huai and her companions saw a beam of darkness breaking through the cocoon, their expressions changed drastically. Unfortunately, there were wolves in front and tigers in the back. They were surrounded by countless Elementals. The darkness, accompanied by mist, instantly sealed them off completely.

Yin Ren used himself as armor to protect hundreds of humans within. Countless masses of wings rushed towards the surrounding army of Elementals, tearing open a path of escape.

As if sensing the intense turmoil, a snowy white mist gradually permeated the surface of the hemisphere. Countless arms extended from its surface, fiercely grabbing at the mass of wings.

In an instant, the outermost layer of the mass of wings tore and became damaged. The surrounding Elementals swarmed like bloodthirsty flies, voraciously devouring the damaged wings.

With an army of Elementals attacking from the front and countless arms tearing at them from behind, that pitch-black mass of wings showed no intention to fight back. It struggled and dashed as if it didn’t know the meaning of pain, like a shark caught in a fishing net, desperate for survival.

Zhong Chengshuo, once again disguised as Yin Ren through his imagination, was hidden deep within the mass of wings. He widened his eyes, desperately trying to activate his true sight and survey the surrounding situation.

Zhong Chengshuo could understand Yin Ren’s thoughts.

With the sudden loss of Hu Tao as its vessel, Love had no time to react. If they delayed any longer, Huang Jin and Ge Tingting might become its new targets.

To preserve their trump card, they had to escape as quickly as possible.

The surrounding army of Elementals was numerous, but they couldn’t withstand the massive size of the wings. In an instant, the eyeball barrier shattered, and countless limbs were twisted off.

Various attacks came rushing at them, but the mass of wings consumed all the physical attacks, rendering emotional resonance and cognitive distortion useless. The encirclement of the Elementals was on the verge of collapse.

Seeing the unfavorable situation, the giant hemisphere within the white net finally reacted.

Bang!

A horrifying dull sound came from the depths of the giant hemisphere.

The arms on the surface of the hemisphere wildly extended, almost piercing through that black mass like countless arrows. One of the arms almost grazed Zhong Chengshuo as it passed through.

Zhong Chengshuo placed one hand on the Karma Lantern and tightly clenched his fist with the other hand.

Bang!

An indescribable sense of oppression rose from the interior of the hemisphere. It was so close that it made one’s hair stand on end, yet it felt distant, as if it was in another space.

Countless arms seemed to be injected with chicken blood*. That black mass was torn apart by one-third. However, Yin Ren didn’t let go of the person he was holding tightly, nor did he slow down their escape. With a kind of almost fanatical determination, he bit down on one direction, voraciously devouring the nearby Elementals.

*Metaphor referring to become excited or insane.

Zhong Chengshuo held onto the lantern tightly.

Seeing the mass of wings he normally cautiously embraced being torn apart, Zhong Chengshuo felt so devastated that even breathing became difficult. But he had to observe everything, not missing any details.

Bang!

Countless arms entangled and transformed into several giant hands, fiercely squeezing the black mass.

At the same time, a breach finally appeared in the encirclement of the Elementals. Like a breached flood, the sea of wings broke free from the encirclement and swiftly flowed down from the web crawling with Elementals, rushing towards the distance.

Then it disappeared without a trace.

……

As soon as they had transferred to a relatively safe area, Yin Ren returned to his human form. His skin and flesh turned over, creating a terrifying appearance.

Once everyone’s consciousness in Shian was restored, Yin Ren’s gaze directly locked onto “Huang Jin”. “Quickly escort everyone out.”

Love’s plan to trap them had failed, and it would undoubtedly send its Elementals to search in all directions. From Lu Xiaohe’s mother to over a hundred missing individuals, Yin Ren brought them out of the cocoon, and they couldn’t be left unattended.

Qi Xin decisively released the body she was possessing, revealing her figure in the mist and using her foot to nudge Huang Jin, who was lying limp on the ground.

She cast an annoyed glance at the numerous missing individuals scattered on the ground, then looked over at Yin Ren, covered in wounds. “It was unnecessary. You wouldn’t have ended up in such a sorry state.”

“The sorrier, the better,” Yin Ren said.

“For humans, perhaps,” Qi Xin replied.

Qi Xin stepped over the bodies of the missing individuals and stopped in front of Yin Ren. Her face was as cold as snow, and her voice shifted to a mental transmission.

[I trained you not to win over Love with flowery words. You should suppress it comprehensively, destroy it head-on—that’s the “Fear” I expect from you.]

A smile appeared on Yin Ren’s heavily scarred face. [Yes, I should have given it my all just now to show you clearly—see what Love wants to do, and what exactly I am, so that you can choose the next course of action.]

Qi Xin narrowed her eyes.

“Please send these people away, Qi Xin,” Yin Ren said with a smile on his face, but there was no humor in his voice. “I’m sorry, but at least for now, I can’t give you any reason to not lean towards Love.”

“Indeed, Fear without a brain is more reasonable,” she sighed softly. “I have only one request…”

“I will stay,” Yin Ren interrupted. “Not just to heal my injuries, but also to remain on the Other Side.”

Upon hearing this, Zhong Chengshuo took a few steps, supporting the heavily injured Yin Ren and silently showing his support.

Qi Xin didn’t waste any more words. With a sigh, the group was teleported to the courtyard of the Lonely cats.

“Keep watch around us,” Qi Xin threw a command to Gao Mengyu’s cat.

Amidst the curious crowd, Qi Xin once again contorted her body. Accompanied by successive explosions, her flesh twisted into a horrifying ring. Within the distorted scene, gradually transforming into a vortex, it connected to the “Other Side passage” beneath Shian.

The first to be sent out were the missing individuals.

One by one, the weak people were sent away from the Other Side, awaiting Shian’s rescue. When it came time to send Lu Xiaohe’s mother, Yin Ren stopped Lu Xiaohe, who was helping with the evacuation.

He placed his hand on Lu Xiaohe’s mother’s chest, and red silk surged, permeating into her body like clouds and mist.

“She’ll be fine.” Yin Ren’s voice softened. “After she’s out, have Shian’s people take a look. Xiaohe Jie, your wish has been fulfilled.”

Lu Xiaohe opened her mouth, seeming to have countless words she wanted to say, but nothing came out.

In the end, she just nodded heavily, holding her mother, and left the Other Side.

Ge Tingting pulled the unconscious Huang Jin. “Yin Ge, you…”

“I’ll be fine. You all should go back and rest,” Yin Ren said with another smile. “After learning so much on the Other Side, it’s time for you to inform Shian as well.”

Zhong Chengshuo looked at Yin Ren with a complicated gaze.

Currently, they needed Qi Xin’s assistance to enter and exit the Other Side. Considering Qi Xin’s lack of empathy towards humans, if she were to break ties with Yin Ren, the people left behind wouldn’t know how long it would take for them to leave.

“Well, bring Xiao Zheng and Chengfeng with you too. They’ve remembered what had accumulated over the years.” Meng Huai crossed her arms and spoke casually. “I’ll stay behind to guard. Shian needs someone on the frontlines.”

“I’m not leaving. You need a partner.” Zhong Chengfeng shook her head. “I know what you’re worried about—you’re afraid that if you go back, you won’t want to come back again.”

Meng Huai clicked her tongue. “It’s been so many years. A little delay in going back won’t make a difference. You talk too much.”

“Whether I’m willing or not, it’s the same for you,” she muttered under her breath.

The missing individuals sank into their dreams, one by one disappearing into the passage. Strangely, no one showed a joyful expression—time on the Other Side was almost stagnant, while time in the outside world passed leisurely. At this moment, it might not be considered a definitive and satisfactory conclusion.

Zhong Chengshuo surveyed his surroundings. The courtyard that was filled with people moments ago now appeared empty. Apart from Yin Ren, himself, and Qi Xin, the three remaining Elementals, there were only Meng Huai and Zhong Chengfeng, Fu Tianyi, and Dr. Cat.

“At least the task of finding people is over.”

Fu Tianyi took a deep breath. He stood up straight, showing a bit of the dignity of the Fu family.

“I’m sorry I wasn’t of much help this time. Next time…”

A sharp screech from the “Lonelies” came from the outside world. Qi Xin’s twisted ring trembled, and the vortex in the center fluctuated violently. Then the flesh ring deformed and expanded, accompanied by the squeezing sound of space closing, and the exit vanished without a trace.

At the same time, the courtyard gradually became shrouded in shadows as a large number of Elementals rushed toward it.

The Lonely cats ran around the ground, picking up tablecloths and kittens, trying to hide themselves behind larger cats.

The largest “Lonely”—Gao Mengyu’s cat—quickly moved, using Yin Ren to block its massive self.

Fu Tianyi: “?”

What about his way back home?

“They’re pretty quick.” Yin Ren sneered. “Meng Jie, it’s too dangerous for you to stay with us. It’s best to leave early.”

Meng Huai lifted her eyelids. “Oh.”

She took out a large amount of Elemental flesh and smeared it on the ground, expanding and contracting it.

In the next moment, the earth trembled, and the surrounding space cracked like fish scales. Zhong Chengshuo instinctively held onto Yin Ren, and the two of them were then pressed down by a large pile of sticky flesh and limbs. After struggling for a while, they finally managed to poke their heads out from under the group of cats.

Before them, astonishingly, was Meng Huai’s stronghold.

Fu Tianyi held Dr. Cat in his arms with an expression mixed with conflict and bitterness. The entire courtyard of Lonely cats was crammed into the room, making the once spacious room feel somewhat crowded. The Lonely cats stood dazed for a moment before curiously crawling around.

In an instant, the original small courtyard was empty, leaving only one person.

Qi Xin looked up, meeting the incoming army of Elementals head-on.

“Heh, humans,” Qi Xin remarked.

She rolled her eyes and disappeared into the depths of the mist.


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Sendoff Ch63

Author: 年终 / Nian Zhong

Translator: Kinky || https://kinkytranslations.com/


Chapter 63: Karma

After Yin Ci left, the abbot’s room became quiet for a while.

Juehui’s bitter melon face became even more bitter, and he turned to Abbot Juefei. “Senior Brother, what’s the meaning of this?”

“Juehui, do you know how one becomes a demon? Yan Budu has committed countless evils, but once he enters the Buddha’s Heart Formation, he may not necessarily have an inner demon—both extreme goodness and extreme evil are transparent, with few doubts. But the inner demon itself is an unsolvable problem and an inescapable suffering, asking the heavens for answers.”

Abbot Juefei showed a complicated expression.

“Those who possess an inner demon are either good people turning to evil or evil people attempting to awaken. One must be strong and persistent. The causes and conditions are intricate and difficult to unravel, gathering great karmic obstacles, only driving people towards madness and chaos.”

Juehui understood. “What you asked at the end, is it for the sake of sentient beings? Perhaps Patron Yin has ‘turned from good to evil’. He still has a faint karmic bond that hasn’t been severed. If we lend him a hand, it might be possible to dispel that inner demon.”

“That’s right. However, I haven’t heard of any earth-shattering tragedies in recent decades, nor have I encountered such a formidable master. I truly can’t fathom Patron Yin’s situation.”

Abbot Juefei counted his prayer beads, and his smile was tinged with bitterness.

“Never mind, after I finish writing the introduction letter, you gather the records of Martial Uncle and the Taiheng confidential letter. Tomorrow, I will hand them over together… The Sect Master’s inner demon is significant, but it is clean and pure. For now, we need not worry. However, white is the color most prone to dust. Such is fate for master and disciple to meet.”

Juehui softly chanted a Buddhist mantra.

“Your little disciple, Zhixing, right? Perhaps meeting in the Ghost Tomb was also fate. After tomorrow, have him prepare well and send all the members of the Kushan Sect down the mountain.”

“Yes.”

It was mid-afternoon, and the sunlight was perfect.

When Yin Ci returned to his guest room, the two servants finally snapped out of it and were exuberantly expressing their excitement.

Yan Qing had applied medicine to his injured foot. He wiped the stone sword clean and placed it in the brightest spot, almost ready to offer a few sticks of incense. Su Si, on the other hand, didn’t like the sword at all and complained that it was occupying the sunny spot where he wanted to bask. The two of them laughed and bickered, creating a noisy scene.

Upon seeing Yin Ci enter the room, both of them unconsciously lowered their voices.

Even though Yin Ci didn’t appear much older, considering Yin Ci’s inner demon, Yan Qing and Su Si regarded him as an elder.

Yin Ci didn’t want to pretend and deal with too many people. He quite appreciated their perceptiveness. He put on the appearance of a “senior disciple of the Kushan Sect” and said, “These past few days, you have endured the afflictions of greed, hatred, and ignorance and have also experienced the Sword of Compassion. You have suffered quite a bit. Seeing that the Jianchen Temple is quiet and suitable for recuperation, today, rest well.”

Yan Qing nodded with joy, while Su Si immediately flopped onto the couch. “Finally, a moment of peace and quiet.”

Yin Ci smiled and entered the inner room, closing the partition door.

“You’re back? …Hiss!”

Shi Jingzhi grimaced as he tended to his burned palms. Seeing Yin Ci, he intended to put on a nonchalant facade. However, as he raised his hand, the medicine splashed a bit more, causing Shi Jingzhi to inhale sharply, almost biting his own tongue.

His hands were a bloody mess, making it inconvenient to move, and the distinctive smell of burns permeated the air. Yin Ci simply dragged over a chair and sat beside Shi Jingzhi. “Hands.”

“I’m almost done wrapping it.”

“Start over. Don’t underestimate hand injuries. A slight deviation when facing an enemy is enough to cost you your life.”

Shi Jingzhi hesitated for a moment, then obediently spread out his hands. His fingers were long and powerful, but they were covered in festering burns, which looked quite horrifying at first glance.

Yin Ci shook his head. “Even if the root of the ailment isn’t left behind, it will leave scars. If you end up with all sorts of messy scars in the future…”

“‘I won’t be liked by little girls in the future’?” Following a fragment of memory, Shi Jingzhi blurted out.

Whether it was Shi Jingzhi’s illusion or not, when he said those words, Yin Ci’s gaze softened a bit.

He resumed his indifferent demeanor, teasingly saying, “I was originally going to say, ‘It’ll be easy to let the flag slip while holding it in the future’. As long as Shizun doesn’t have a short life, even if hair grows on both hands, there will still be girls who will like you.”

As he spoke, Yin Ci carefully opened the wound, neither too gentle nor too forceful, applying the medicine just right.

Shi Jingzhi’s hands didn’t move. “I see people in the world come and go, but in my heart, there’s only room for a few. I’m not good at handling these things. It’s too much to chew on. If I can make A’Ci happy, that’s enough for me.”

“‘Too much to chew on’? Shizun, be careful not to choke.”

Yin Ci chuckled and carefully wrapped the wound with the well-applied medicine.

“…Alright, don’t move around for the next two days, and don’t use chopsticks either. I’ll make some spoon-friendly meals. Why don’t you take a nap first to rest?”

Shi Jingzhi felt a little disappointed. “No more playing with the sand table?”

“Mm, after all, someone didn’t listen to advice.”

“But you were so focused when playing with the sand table. I’ve never seen you so happy before.”

Yin Ci’s heart softened, and he relaxed a bit. “Let’s talk about it when your hand is better.”

Shi Jingzhi didn’t end up taking a nap after all. He leaned on the table, lost in thought, his face full of contemplation. Yin Ci, bored to the extreme, leaned against the window and admired the scenery—perhaps influenced by Shi Jingzhi’s earlier discussion of the scenery, now that they were in a new place, he couldn’t help but appreciate the view.

Indeed, the view outside the window was splendid. The light illuminated the extraordinary rocks, and the wind swayed the bamboo, truly calming the mind.

“I’ve come up with a brilliant idea.” After a moment, Shi Jingzhi suddenly straightened his back. “A’Ci, Yan Qing has the weakest foundation in our sect, and it wouldn’t be appropriate for us to teach him directly. Since we both have free time, let’s create a fake secret manual that suits him. We can say it was given by Venerable Juefei and have Su Si help him practice it.”

Yin Ci: “…”

Yin Ci: “Didn’t I tell you to take a nap in bed?” Why are you talking nonsense in broad daylight?

Shi Jingzhi stood up determinedly. “I’m not joking. Although the level of cultivation techniques themselves may vary, they should also be compatible with a person’s nature.”

“Su Si is cunning and overly cautious. He’s naturally gifted with powerful hands, so the Chigou Sect’s Red Chi Hand technique is the most suitable for him to practice. But if we let Yan Qing learn it, given his honest nature, he’ll only end up with a clumsy version. A’Ci, you lack inner force, but your external martial arts are exceptional, making the complex and bizarre Bone Sweeping Sword technique a perfect fit. Yan Qing with the Sword of Compassion—even if he trains hard, he can only learn a scraping technique.”

“The secret manuals that are widely circulated in the martial world may be more suitable for a larger number of people and yield better results. But as you surely understand, such cultivation techniques cannot produce truly top-notch masters.”

Yin Ci: “…Shizun, do you still remember? Yan Qing is just a servant of the Kushan Sect.”

Shi Jingzhi’s expression turned serious. “Venerable Kongshi was a great monk, and we can’t let his sword be disgraced. Sand table battles are battles, and honing techniques through sparring is also a battle. In this way, we can continue our exchanges.”

Right. Yan Qing was given the Sword of Compassion, and this person just wanted to keep playing.

Yin Ci pondered for a while and felt that he was probably a little crazy too. He found Shi Jingzhi’s proposal oddly intriguing. He pushed aside the absurd idea and helplessly said, “Shizun, there’s no need to go to such lengths. You previously mentioned that I should teach him when I have time, so I’ll just teach him directly.”

“Did I say that? Then let’s pretend I didn’t say it. A’Ci’s strength is profound, and it’s enough for me to be the only one who knows.”

“…”

‘Well, that works too,’ Yin Ci thought. He had lived for hundreds of years and had never done such a ridiculous thing.

The master and disciple decided to take action. They first sent the two servants away, then asked the monks for old paper, ink, and worn-out cloth.

The Sutra Cleansing Session was in progress, and many old scriptures needed repair. They had everything they needed. The monks, with kind hearts, although perplexed, still fulfilled Shi Jingzhi’s requests one by one.

“Let’s call it the ‘White Jade Green Knife’ technique. After all, A’Ci, you have the Bone Sweeping Sword technique.” Shi Jingzhi picked up a pen and generously suggested, “No, the Sword of Compassion is a sword, so let’s call it the ‘White Jade Green Sword’ technique…”

This person’s obsession with tofu and cabbage was alarming. Yin Ci rubbed his forehead. “Tonight, I’ll cook you pearl jade white jade soup. How about changing the name?”

“That’s true; four characters are a bit long. How about the White Green Sword technique? Green Jade Sword technique?”

“How about the ‘Jade Chime Sword’ technique? It is said, ‘Hold the jade hammer, strike the chime, and the sound will be heard in the three thousand worlds*.’ It suits the sword.”

*Metaphorically, this sentence refers to the idea of making a significant impact or achieving a widespread effect that reaches far beyond one’s immediate surroundings or circumstances.

Shi Jingzhi beamed with a smile and swiftly wrote it down. “That’s it.”

The four characters of “Jade Chime Sword Technique” appeared on the paper with powerful strokes.

Immediately, the two of them cleared the space in the inner room and started contemplating the content. Yin Ci picked up a broom as a giant sword, while Shi Jingzhi tied a scroll of paper around his arm as a weapon. They began practicing their moves in a lifelike manner.

Shi Jingzhi had never stopped practicing. After several days, his movements weren’t yet proficient, but he had a solid grasp of the slow-motion techniques. Stepping on the fragmented sunlight of the afternoon, they exchanged moves, resembling a graceful dance of sorts.

Shi Jingzhi turned briskly. “There are only a few major categories of footwork theories. The stone sword is too heavy, so it’s better to use a more agile style that suits a stable mold.”

“Yes, but Yan Qing has a big stride and lacks flexibility… We need to make adjustments here.” Yin Ci supported him by placing a hand on his back and pushing upward, grabbing a handful of his cool and silky hair.

As the sun began to set, the footwork took shape.

The two no longer rotated their bodies or made probing steps but clashed their sword techniques.

“No, the move you just made was too complicated. Yan Qing has a straightforward mind, so big, sweeping motions are better. Here, let me attack again, and you defend and observe.” Shi Jingzhi brandished the paper scroll with a vigorous aura. “This time, I’ll use the Green Maiden Sword technique.”

Swish.

Fire flashed, accompanied by dispersing black smoke. Shi Jingzhi became too immersed in the movements, and one end of the paper scroll ignited with a crackling sound. He quickly shook it off his arm and stomped on it with his boot, narrowly avoiding burning his sleeve.

Seeing him hurriedly extinguish the fire and then retying the paper scroll, Yin Ci burst into laughter.

“Skillful but not delicate. Indeed, the heavy sword techniques don’t require too much complexity. However, this sword is about self-questioning. If the sword technique relies too much on the sword, it’s prone to becoming an obsession. Hmm, I’ll think about it some more.”

“Zheng Fengdao may be a defeated opponent under me, but he has a move that is quite mysterious. Come, A’Ci, let me demonstrate it to you. It might give you some inspiration… Oh, wait a moment, I’ll make the paper scroll longer.”

As the crescent moon rose, the form began to take shape.

“That move just now had some flaws.”

“Oh? Shizun, you dare to criticize.”

“Flaws are flaws, and when it comes to theories, I won’t lose to you. Watch closely, A’Ci. I will defeat your style within ten moves. The Sword of Compassion isn’t a real broom. It’s quite wide.”

“Ten moves it is.”

Their robes intertwined, and their steps were like the wind. The two engaged in a non-lethal battle, with paper meeting feathers yet still exuding a sense of heaviness. Shi Jingzhi lacked experience, and his theoretical knowledge couldn’t withstand actual combat. On the ninth move, Yin Ci shamelessly executed a reverse move, causing Shi Jingzhi’s footwork to falter, and he toppled backward.

Yin Ci rolled up his sleeves and hooked his hand, swaying over to Shi Jingzhi’s side. He supported his teetering master. “Admitting defeat?”

Shi Jingzhi brushed aside the hair falling in front of his eyes, his face filled with a spring breeze. “Your move was too cunning, not in line with the Jade Chime Sword technique. It’s you who lost.”

“Verbal games have no place on the battlefield. How about we have another round?”

“Certainly.”

As the stars rose and the moon set, they carefully refined their techniques.

The two of them battled fiercely for half a day and a night, exploring three sword styles. It wasn’t until the eastern sky began to brighten that Yin Ci realized something was amiss—

He had fallen into Shi Jingzhi’s trap. Engaging in combat and honing techniques was incredibly fascinating, and he had become entranced, unaware of how much time he had spent with this person in absurdity.

Shi Jingzhi neatly hung the final “manual” to dry and stitched it into a booklet. While using inner force to bake the fake manual, he cast a sidelong glance at Yin Ci with a clear sense of triumph in his eyes.

“Did A’Ci have fun?”

“Actions contradicting words should be punished. Shizun, let’s have breakfast together at the temple tomorrow.”

Shi Jingzhi’s smile instantly disappeared as he tightly clutched the thin manual, letting out a lament, “I haven’t eaten dinner tonight!”

“Who asked Shizun to be so engrossed?”

“That’s not true. It’s mutual.”

The two bantered back and forth for a while before finally sharing a smile.

Finally, the faint light of dawn arrived.

Shi Jingzhi woke up as usual at the hour of the tiger, only to find a broom lying across him. He sneezed and patted Yin Ci’s hair, feeling at ease as he went back to sleep.

Neither of them managed to get up on time in the end. Master and disciple lay on the bed, sprawled in disarray.

Unfortunately, peaceful times were never meant to last.

In the morning, Shi Jingzhi and Yin Ci were led by the temple steward to meet Abbot Juefei.

“I have prepared the introduction letter and placed it together with the records of Martial Uncle Kongshi. During the temple Sutra Cleansing Session, it is inconvenient for us to accommodate guests.”

“After lunch, Zhixing will burn incense from the Buddha Heart Formation to send you off. The incense of the Buddhist Heart Formation breaks the bonds of greed, hatred, and ignorance, so you don’t have to worry; just leave the mountain as usual.”

Abbot Juefei pointed to the young monk who espoused the phrase “Form is emptiness.”

“There’s also a confidential letter from the Taiheng Sect, entrusted to me by Shi Zhongyu. She mentioned in the letter that Sect Master Shi had made an agreement with her in front of the Ghost Tomb to have our temple serve as a witness for the exchange of the treasure Buddhist beads.”

Juefei sighed.

“The Jianchen Temple was originally unwilling to get involved in this matter, but due to our close relationship with the Taiheng Sect and Sect Master Shi’s favor towards our temple, you should seize the opportunity and obtain the evidence quickly to resolve this trouble. It can be considered an act of merit.”

Yin Ci looked at Shi Jingzhi with some surprise.

Did he plan this move back at the Ghost Tomb?

The Taiheng Sect was righteous, and the Jianchen Temple kept their promises. If the Kushan Sect was willing to exchange, the Taiheng Sect could obtain the two map beads without bloodshed. Even if the Kushan Sect went back on their word, the Taiheng Sect wouldn’t suffer any loss, so Shi Zhongyu would certainly not refuse.

This move by Shi Jingzhi seemed to be an attempt to take control of the exchange.

However, the Kunshan Sect had exclusive possession of two precious treasure map Buddhist beads. Once they were exchanged, they would lose their only advantage. Now that Shi Jingzhi knew about the “key”, it was understandable that he wanted to borrow the power of Taiheng to find the “lock”…

Seemingly seeing through his thoughts, Shi Jingzhi turned his head slightly and smiled, silently saying, [Yan Budu would never arrange such a cheap thing as ‘complete the treasure map and gain the Shirou’ on his own. There must be more than one clue. It’s better to make an agreement with Taiheng first and find a favorable opportunity for the transaction.]

Yin Ci: “…” He almost forgot that this person was undoubtedly a true counterpart to Demonic Lord Yan.

“Amitabha.”

Abbot Juefei spoke slightly louder.

“Besides that, there is one last thing. Taiheng entrusted our temple with the safekeeping of the treasure map and specially sent a Tranquil Heart Pill. This item calms the mind and settles the spirit; it is a treasure of Taiheng. I don’t want to borrow external items, so I hereby present it to Sect Master Shi as a gift… It can also be considered as a resolution to the connection between our temple and the <Woodless Sutra>.”

“Thank you, Venerable.”

Shi Jingzhi accepted the prepared package and bowed in return.

“I will present the topography of the treasure map to Taiheng before I leave. This junior will now take his leave first.”

“Go on, go on. I’ll have someone bring some good food for lunch,” Juefei said with a smile. “Oh, take this Buddha Heart Incense with you first…”

Just as Abbott Juefei had just taken out the Buddha Heart Incense from a small table, his words suddenly stopped. The room was still filled with bright sunlight and lush greenery, but there was a hint of ominous coldness.

Abbot Juefei’s skin gradually turned red, with bulging blue veins.

Then, his immense inner force suddenly erupted. It swept uncontrollably through the surroundings, turning the serene and peaceful room into a chaotic mess in an instant.

“Senior Brother!” Juehui shouted loudly. Monk Zhixing stood frozen in place, too shocked to move.

Before Abbot Juefei’s smile could fade, his round face twisted and contorted as if he had discovered something extremely horrifying. He grabbed the edge of the bed with one hand, breathing heavily like a bull, losing his serene Maitreya-like appearance.

“No… you… go quickly.” Monk Juefei’s eyes bulged out, staring directly at Shi Jingzhi as he intermittently said, “Juehui… don’t come… near…”

Shi Jingzhi didn’t leave. He was about to approach and check Juefei’s pulse when Yin Ci stopped him in his tracks.

“A’Ci?!”

“Don’t.” Yin Ci stared directly at Juefei. “Trust me. Don’t go.”

In the blink of an eye, he not only stopped Shi Jingzhi but also coldly pulled Shi Jingzhi’s flag, forcefully pushing Juehui away from in front of the bed. Monk Juehui, in a state of urgency, unguardedly crashed into the wall in the distance.

Only then did Abbot Juefei reveal a faint smile.

Using his last bit of strength, he sat upright at the edge of the bed and closed his eyes.

“It’s good as long as you’re safe. It’s good as long as you’re safe. Juehui, Zhixing… What happened today… has nothing to do… with the Kushan Sect…”

He couldn’t finish his sentence.

A golden fire erupted from Abbot Juefei’s body. Amidst the surging flames, Juefei sat motionless like a bell, without struggling or screaming.

That yang fire was the same as Shi Jingzhi’s yang fire, blazing and pure, unable to be extinguished by water or soil, burning relentlessly.


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Hold the jade hammer, strike the chime, and the sound resonates throughout the three thousand worlds. From the “Qi Yuan Tu Jing” (Illustrated Sutra of the Wilderness).

This arc has now concluded~ (;ω;)


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Sendoff Ch62

Author: 年终 / Nian Zhong

Translator: Kinky || https://kinkytranslations.com/


Chapter 62: Introspection

Abbot Juefei showed the members of the Kushan Sect the highest courtesy. He sighed and got off the bed, unexpectedly deciding to personally lead the way.

The chubby monk adjusted his robe, covering his trembling flesh. Then he turned to Yan Qing, who was pretending to be blind, and said, “The Yan boy, no need to keep your eyes closed. The scenery outside is beautiful. Don’t miss it.”

Yan Qing opened his ghost eyes, looking incredulous.

Abbot Juefei laughed heartily. “Amitabha! Our temple has always had a good relationship with Taiheng. Your Senior Shi knew that the Kushan Sect was coming up the mountain, so she specially sent a letter asking me not to make things too difficult for you. After all, even in our temple, Martial Uncle Kongshi’s wisdom is rarely surpassed. If it weren’t for him being killed by Yan Budu, he would undoubtedly be the youngest Abbot in the history of the Jianchen Temple.”

Yan Qing stood still, not knowing how to respond. Su Si was nervously watching Juefei, his back tensed, ready to act.

However, Abbot Juefei just casually approached and patted Yan Qing’s shoulder.

“As the saying goes, everyone has their own karma. Since Yan Budu can bring the stone sword up the mountain, this karma has been resolved. When you go out later, if any monk violates the precept of hatred, I will throw them into the Buddhist Heart Formation for reflection.”

With that, he winked at Yan Qing.

“The little kid from the small town has grown up so much. By the way, is the apricot pit that I taught you still being used as a toy?”

Su Si: “It was you old bald… Venerable who taught him?”

“Amitabha! I’m not stuck on Huilian Mountain. Every ten or twenty years, I still go down the mountain to travel.”

Yan Qing stood quietly for a while, giving a sincere bow to Juefei. “Thank you, Venerable Juefei, for your guidance.”

“It’s nothing, nothing.” Juefei waved his hand, then turned to Shi Jingzhi and Yin Ci. “Both of you don’t need to cover your faces. Make sure to hold your heads up high. When I grab a stick, see which one dares to let go. If any of those little brats dare to violate the precept of lust later… Hmph.”

Shi Jingzhi and Yin Ci: “…”

The sutra cleansing was held in the courtyard. Buddhist banners fluttered, and sutras were hung under the warm winter sun. The scent of medicinal incense filled the entire Jianchen Temple, exuding a bitter and soothing aroma.

The gentle breeze rustled the pages of the sutras, creating a mysterious and unique atmosphere.

Juefei led the group of people through the courtyard, deliberately strolling around the yard a few times.

It turned out that the concentration of the monks in the Jianchen Temple was quite impressive. Most people looked at the master and disciple with admiration, while only a few young monks avoided eye contact and continued reciting sutras, not crossing the line.

Compared to beauty, Yan Qing’s ghost eyes had a stronger impact. Two monks couldn’t help but glare angrily at Yan Qing. They were then picked up by Juefei as if they were chicks and thrown out of the cleansing ceremony. “Go, go, go meditate on the peak. You must stay for four hours, no less.”

It wasn’t until all the monks in the courtyard focused on their own practice, treating the members of the Kushan Sect as if they were just four bonsai trees, that Abbot Juefei finally nodded in satisfaction, clasped his hands together, and led the group towards the Pagoda Forest.

The sunlight was warm, and the sky was clear. Although the Pagoda Forest was the resting place for numerous monks’ remains, it appeared tranquil and devoid of any eerie atmosphere.

Monk Juehui, who looked thin, resembling a pole, was waiting in front of the Pagoda Forest. He was accompanied by a young monk who often espoused the philosophy of “form is emptiness”. When they saw Yin Ci, both of their expressions turned serious.

“Don’t mind my junior brother. He’s always overly concerned. Besides the stone sword, there are many other treasures in the underground palace… If your sect’s master and disciple separate, I can barely manage, but if they were to cooperate, I, as an opponent, would surely be no match.”

Abbot Juefei glanced at Yin Ci, speaking openly and frankly.

“Amitabha! Please ignore my junior brother. Consider it giving me face.”

Juefei had few wrinkles on his round face, while Juehui’s face was filled with lines of suffering. Even though Juehui was younger than Juefei, the term “junior brother” seemed out of place when used in reference to him.

After hearing Juefei’s words, the wrinkled Juehui and Yin Ci both lowered their heads and bowed in respect.

The members of the Kushan Sect had no ulterior motives to begin with, so Shi Jingzhi courteously returned the gesture. When they entered the underground palace, as a friendly gesture, he specifically asked Abbot Juehui to follow behind the group.

Upon arrival, Abbot Juefei used the immensely profound Buddhist true qi to strike the door, causing the stone door of the underground palace to slowly open.

The underground palace of the Jianchen Temple was spacious and clean, without a trace of decay. It was cool and well-ventilated, with a faint scent of incense. Large ceramic jars containing the remains of monks were arranged neatly, displaying a sense of solemnity.

At the innermost part of the underground palace, a perpetual lamp was burning, and the implements used by the eminent monks during their lifetime were placed on stone platforms. They were all untouched by dust, exuding a serene and tranquil atmosphere.

The stone sword of Kongshi was placed in the center, leaning against the wall.

The passage of a hundred years hadn’t left any marks on the sword’s blade; it remained in the same state as when it was crafted. The stone sword had a simple and ancient design, with a grayish-blue color and an unsharpened edge. Upon closer inspection, one could see the intricate engravings of Buddhist scriptures on the blade.

From the appearance of the stone sword alone, the group couldn’t discern anything unusual.

The ease on Shi Jingzhi’s face gradually disappeared, and he furrowed his brows. He carefully examined the blade, and his expression turned slightly bitter.

“Troublesome,” he whispered to Yin Ci. “Given Yan Budu’s maliciousness, he most likely employed some sinister means to hide the clue.”

Yin Ci nodded calmly. The implication of Shi Jingzhi’s words was clear—based on Yan Bubu’s usual methods, regardless of the “solution” he had set up, it would definitely not be something that could be tested in a sacred place of Buddhism.

If they didn’t want to cause trouble at the gravesites of the eminent masters and offend the Jianchen Temple, they had to find a way to take the sword away.

“This sword is called ‘Compassion’, made of muyan stone and crafted by Venerable Kongshi himself. The scriptures on it were also carved by him personally.”

Juefei suppressed his smile, and his round face showed a hint of reverence.

“Perhaps you have heard that muyan stone is the hardest stone in the world, inherently extremely heavy and difficult to cut. Apart from Martial Uncle Kongshi, no one has used it to make a weapon… Well, feel free to take a look. Even if you want to damage this sword, it will require considerable skill.”

Shi Jingzhi: “Can Abbot Juefei lift it?”

“Nowadays, I can lift it, but with this old monk’s body size, I wouldn’t have the strength to carry it. It’s a pity, a pity.” Juefei patted his belly with regret.

Shi Jingzhi took a deep breath: “Alright, Su Si. You give it a try.”

Su Si: “Oh.”

But in the next moment, Su Si snapped back to reality. “Wait, why me first?”

Shi Jingzhi had a serious expression. “First strength, then courtesy. First heavy, followed by light*. Perhaps after the sword sees your obsession, it will be more accommodating to all of us.”

*Saying referring to prioritizing strength and force before considering etiquette or politeness.

Su Si looked like he wanted to shout, “If Yan Budu can do it, why can’t I?” Considering that Abbot Juefei was watching, he held back those words, took a deep breath, and obediently grabbed the sword.

He had spent ten years repeatedly evading because of an obsession. In terms of “obsession*”, he might be the most excessive one.

*The term being used is [wozhi] () which means holding onto one’s ego. In Buddhism, it is believed this is the fundamental cause of suffering and the root of ignorance.

Clearly, the stone sword agreed with his assessment.

Just as Su Si grabbed the hilt, he let out a miserable cry. A radiant light flashed, and he was actually sent flying two or three zhang away.

On the stone platform, the sword’s presence instantly became imposing. If it had arms and legs, based on its aura alone, it seemed like it would step down from the platform and give Su Si a good beating.

Abbot Juefei exclaimed, “Amitabha! Young Patron, you’re impressive.”

Yin Ci: “…” After Kongshi, does the strange and whimsical atmosphere become a fine tradition of the Jianchen Temple?

However, Shi Jingzhi’s deduction was correct. Su Si’s obsession outweighed that of an ordinary person, and he truly couldn’t wield the large sword.

Su Si crawled up with a disheveled appearance, and his beautiful face was twisted. He clenched his own cleaver, gritting his teeth. “Tsk, I have my own blade anyway.”

Yin Ci sighed and glanced at Juehui, who had been staring at him. “Let me go next.”

With Su Si in front and Shi Jingzhi behind, even if the sword’s reaction to him was excessive, it wouldn’t attract too much attention.

…He didn’t indulge in greed, hatred, or ignorance. Perhaps his “obsession” wasn’t that strong.

Yin Ci calmed his mind, emptied his thoughts, and took a few steps forward, gripping the hilt of the sword.

This time, the sword’s reaction wasn’t as sharp. It didn’t send Yin Ci flying, but the hilt of the sword was ice-cold, as if it were a thousand-year-old ice. Yin Ci had no doubt that if he continued to hold it like this, his palm would be severely frostbitten in no time.

The stone sword vehemently rejected him.

Before releasing his grip, Yin Ci stubbornly tugged at it. Sure enough, the stone sword was as heavy as a thousand jin*, immovable.

*1 jin = 500 grams = about 1.1 lbs

It was indeed futile to hope for a stroke of luck. His own “obsession” wasn’t as assertive as Su Si’s, and while it could be considered a century-old obsession, it ultimately couldn’t pass the test.

“If I can’t lift it, it seems my enlightenment is lacking.” Yin Ci clenched his fist, concealing the frostbite, and showed no sign of discomfort on his face.

Abbot Juefei looked at him with a smiling expression, not saying a word.

“It’s this junior’s turn.”

Shi Jingzhi handed the “Medicine Cures Illness” flag to Yin Ci, rubbing his hands with a serious expression. With both Su Si and Yin Ci having failed, the situation wasn’t optimistic. If this path didn’t work, they would have to rack their brains to find another way to deal with the Jianchen Temple.

…In other words, they would waste a significant amount of unnecessary time.

Shi Jingzhi held his breath and carefully gripped the hilt of the sword, as if touching a sleeping beast.

However, as soon as his fingertips touched the hilt, Shi Jingzhi immediately vomited a mouthful of black blood. A flash of brilliance from the ban illuminated everything.

The stone sword had its own introspection, and desire was also an attachment.

Shi Jingzhi gritted his teeth, veins bulging on his forehead. His expression was filled with excruciating pain. He stubbornly held onto the hilt, almost masochistically persisting.

Gradually, he not only vomited black blood but also a faint smell of burnt flesh emanated from the hilt. Shi Jingzhi’s whole body tensed up, exerting all his inner force. The pressure was like the collapse of the heavens and the earth, yet the stone sword remained immovable.

There was a moment that Yin Ci didn’t know whether Shi Jingzhi’s determination was a good or a bad thing—compared to his previous chaotic state, Shi Jingzhi was now consciously controlling his desires. His craving and determination had merged into a single thread, and his madness had reached a new level.

Half an incense stick’s worth of time passed, and the oppressive feeling emanating from Shi Jingzhi reached its limit.

Before the stone sword, Shi Jingzhi’s headband cracked, his long hair scattered, and his robe sleeves moved without any wind. Shi Jingzhi’s lips were stained with black-red blood, but his eyes were fixed on the hilt without any intention of retreating.

It was an almost foolish persistence.

This time, Yin Ci didn’t intend to laugh at him.

At this moment, Yin Ci wondered whether this person saw the stone sword in his eyes or his unshakeable destiny.

Shi Jingzhi was undoubtedly holding onto his own vitality. However, the stone sword was merciless. It was like a mirror, reflecting back every burning thought.

“Kid, let go!” Abbot Juefei’s smiling expression vanished as he shouted on the spot.

This shout contained a profound amount of true qi, causing a buzzing sound in everyone’s ears. Shi Jingzhi’s eyes turned dull, and his strength dissipated. Just as Yin Ci thought he was going to let go of the hilt, Shi Jingzhi clenched his teeth and held onto it again.

At the same time, the stone sword emitted a deep humming sound, reminiscent of a temple bell. Despite the pressure from Shi Jingzhi’s imposing aura, it remained in its original position without the slightest movement.

Yin Ci resisted the pressure and took a few steps forward, gently covering Shi Jingzhi’s hand with his palm.

“Shizun, that’s enough.”

Rarely, his voice lacked any playfulness and carried only seriousness.

“Things have come to this point. I will help you find a solution. Do you remember? Excessive pursuit is as bad as insufficient pursuit*.”

*AKA Too much is as bad as too little.

Shi Jingzhi finally averted his gaze. Hesitant, he looked at Yin Ci, and the pain in his eyes gradually settled into ordinary disappointment.

He slowly loosened his grip and replied with a hoarse voice. “Mm, I remember.”

“It’s good that you remember.” Yin Ci held his wrist. Shi Jingzhi’s palm was severely burned, bloody, and mangled, causing Yin Ci to frown.

Seeing Yin Ci’s uneasy expression, Shi Jingzhi emphasized, “I remember to hold back. We agreed that we would continue the sand table battle tonight…”

Yin Ci interrupted him directly. “You didn’t hold back enough, so no sand table tonight. When we get back, I’ll treat your injuries. Since Shizun is enduring so much, you should endure it as well.”

After a moment of silence, Shi Jingzhi hesitated and said uncertainly, “You’re really angry.”

“That’s right.”

“You’re angry because of me.”

Yin Ci glanced at him. “So what?”

“This is the first time I’ve seen you so seriously angry.” Shi Jingzhi continued seriously and awkwardly, “You’re right, we can find another way when we go back… I won’t do this again.”

Looking at Shi Jingzhi’s pale face, Yin Ci couldn’t hold onto his anger after all. “Shizun should rest for a day and seriously consider your ‘extent’.”

“Patron, since Sect Master Shi has been injured by the Buddhist scriptures, let me take over.” Observing the two people talking as if no one else were present, Juehui coughed.

“Thank you, Venerable.” Yin Ci finally let go of Shi Jingzhi’s hand.

A few steps away, Abbot Juefei’s face no longer wore the smiling expression of Maitreya. His brows furrowed as he carefully observed Shi Jingzhi.

Shi Jingzhi sat down on the ground, and Juehui settled behind him. He then focused his concentration, channeling several streams of true qi into Shi Jingzhi’s acupoints. The latter spat out several mouthfuls of black blood, and his complexion, as delicate as gold paper, improved slightly.

After a while, Abbot Juefei sighed. “Sect Master Shi, our scriptures are not so easy to deal with. The scriptures are inanimate objects, and there is no concept of killing. Even if Patron Yin hadn’t intervened just now, I would have had to intervene—if you continue to persist without understanding, your injuries won’t be limited to just superficial ones.”

“It’s my misjudgment.” Shi Jingzhi wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and turned his head to glance at Yin Ci, honestly admitting.

“Of the two matters you wanted to ask me, is one of them related to the ban set by the Immortal Assembly?”

“Yes.”

“When the matter with the stone sword is resolved, I can take a look for you. Alright, next.” This time, Juefei didn’t wait for Shi Jingzhi to speak and spoke up directly.

Yan Qing instinctively took a step back. “This junior doesn’t need to try. Even without Senior Shi and Senior Yin, A’Si is much stronger than me.”

Shi Jingzhi’s tone was calm, clearly not holding much hope. “There’s no harm in giving it a try. Yan Qing, you’re the last one from our sect… Lord Bai, with its petite build, can’t possibly lift the sword, no matter how you think about it.”

“After all, this is Venerable Kongshi’s sword. Even if it’s me…”

“Yan Qing, are you attached to fame and fortune, indulgence in alcohol, wealth, and desires? Are you attached to the past, love, hatred, and emotional entanglements?” Abbot Juefei suddenly asked in a stern voice.

“This Junior—”

“Answer!”

“Not attached.”

“Then are you attached to life, old age, sickness, death, joy, anger, sorrow, and happiness?”

“Not attached, but…”

“Since you’re not attached to this and not attached to that, not blaming others, and keeping anger within yourself, why don’t you pluck out those ghost eyes and go with the flow?”

Yan Qing’s expression changed. He was no longer cautious, but his tone grew heavier, as if he had considered this question long ago. “I was born with these eyes and have no other choice. Fate is innocent; it’s other people’s business if they don’t like it. I have not done any wrong, so why harm myself unnecessarily?”

“Neither arrogant nor servile, not bad. Then, let me ask you again, why are you angry?”

Yan Qing let out a long breath and quickly glanced at Su Si. “Because of being ‘powerless’.”

“You’re neither attached to yourself nor blindly trusting sentient beings. Even if you become angry, it is for the sake of others’ thoughts and concerns. Why not give it a try?”

Abbot Juefei’s voice became stronger, containing a hint of a reprimand.

“Just now, you said fate is innocent, but you acknowledge that your bloodline is filthy, which is why you can’t touch this sword?”

Yan Qing fell silent. He looked deeply at Juefei and respectfully performed another serious salute. “This junior has learned from your teachings.”

With that said, before Shi Jingzhi could urge him, Yan Qing took the initiative to walk toward the stone platform.

His breathing became rapid, and his outstretched hand trembled. After a moment of hesitation, he finally grabbed the hilt.

The stone sword remained silent; nothing happened. All eyes were fixed on him. Yan Qing’s palm was sweaty, and his fingers tingled. It took him a while to exert force.

Once he firmly grasped the hilt, he took a deep breath and pulled with all his strength.

A slight cracking sounded.

The sword tip slid across the stone floor—the sound wasn’t loud or pleasant—but it was enough to awaken a dormant karma—traveling through a hundred years of time, it once again came alive in this moment.

Fine dust hidden in the gaps rose, adding a hint of astringency to the air.

Yan Qing never expected to actually be able to lift it. He was startled for a moment and almost lost his grip. The stone sword tilted and struck his instep hard.

Yan Qing cried out in pain, tears almost welling up from the intense pain.

Juefei was momentarily stunned, then burst into laughter. “You kid, even if you’re not bound by the scriptures, it’s still a stone sword. If you try to lift it with the strength you use for ordinary heavy objects, won’t it slip?”

Reality left Yan Qing a bit dumbfounded. “I…”

“A few days ago, I had an old friend do a divination, and I knew that there would be a destined person on this journey, but I never thought it would be you… Ah, fate is unpredictable, truly unpredictable.”

After laughing enough, Abbot Juefei clasped his hands together and chanted a Buddhist mantra.

“Sect Master Shi, take the Sword of Compassion and leave. It’s not peaceful outside, and I don’t want to leave any visible traces in the temple.”

Juehui also sighed in relief. “Amitabha.”

Only the young monk stood there dumbfounded, staring at Yan Qing’s strange eyes for a while, then looking at the stone sword. “Venerable, after all, that’s Venerable Kongshi’s…”

Juehui gave him a pat on the back of his head, emphasizing his words, “Amitabha—”

The young monk reluctantly clasped his hands together, muttering to himself, “Perhaps he just moved it slightly.”

“Smack!” “Ouch!”

Juefei regained his smiling expression. “Take it easy, junior brother. Don’t knock the poor child out. It’s good to talk about it, so Friend Yan can rest assured. If it had been just a fluke earlier, Friend Yan’s foot would have turned into minced meat by now. It seems like there’s only a minor bone fracture—a small matter, a small matter.”

Yan Qing: “…”

This abbot was undoubtedly a genius at comforting people. Yan Qing was comforted to the point of almost losing his soul. He painfully pulled his foot out and found that it was already swollen.

On the other side, after confirming that he had obtained the stone sword, Shi Jingzhi’s entire body relaxed, and he breathed a sigh of relief. “Yan Qing, well done. Your monthly allowance will double this month.”

Su Si looked at Yan Qing blankly, with no excitement visible in his eyes. “…San Zi, I told you that you don’t need to worry about these things.”

“I can’t help but worry.”

Yan Qing stared at his injured foot, not looking at Su Si.

“Every time I encounter a crisis, someone with a kind heart helps me out. It was like this when I was a child, it was like this with Taiheng, and it’s still like this with the Kushan Sect. I don’t want to continue like this. Besides, I’m Yan Budu’s descendant after all. I shouldn’t be completely lacking in martial talent… right?”

As he said the last part, he became uncertain.

Abbot Juefei frowned. “Patron, do you look down on our Temple’s Sword of Compassion?”

Yan Qing immediately shook his head vigorously, like a drum. “I dare not. I dare not.”

After making up his mind, he steadied himself and lifted the stone sword. Unfortunately, due to his injured foot, Yan Qing couldn’t gracefully carry the sword on his back like Kongshi did. He had to use it as a crutch as he limped away from the underground palace.

Entering the scripture cleansing hall inside the temple, the expressions of the monks were particularly interesting. Abbot Juefei happily pulled and threw them out one after another—about a dozen monks were sent to meditate outside the temple’s main gate.

After settling the temple disciples, Abbot Juefei felt refreshed. When they reached the room, he drank three bowls of vegetarian wine in a row. “Ah, satisfying!”

Juehui shook his head helplessly. “Amitabha.”

“Sect Master Shi and Junior Yan have injuries, so I’ll make it short. The ban on Sect Master Shi’s body is a technique of the Mishan Sect. The cultivator must be at least an Elder or higher.”

“This technique is extremely complex, and I am powerless to help. It involves the mind and consciousness, and the process of unraveling it requires meticulous precision. A slight mistake could result in mental confusion or even death. If you are not in a hurry to find a remedy, I suggest you go to the Mishan Sect first.”

Su Si furrowed his brow. “Isn’t that walking into a trap?”

Abbot Juefei let out a belch. “Young friend, you are mistaken. The members of the Mishan Sect are scattered and dedicated to metallurgy. They usually stay away from worldly affairs and conflicts. I have a senior brother who is deeply committed to the art of the sect and specifically left the secular world to join the Mishan Sect… Today, I will write a letter of introduction for you. With that, he will most likely be willing to meet you.”

The Abbot looked in a good mood and poured himself another bowl of wine.

Shi Jingzhi: “Why does Venerable want us to go to the Mishan Sect first?”

“Patron’s ban has been alarmed, and it will only become more troublesome. You might suffer from unbearable headaches, and it isn’t considered rare to lose your ability to walk.”

“…” The relaxed expression on Shi Jingzhi’s face instantly tensed up again.

On the other hand, Yin Ci calmly nodded. “Thank you, Venerable, for your guidance.”

“You should return first to tend to your injuries and rest well. There are other trivial matters to discuss tomorrow. Oh, and Friend Yin, please stay for a moment. As a disciple, you should take care of the Sect Master, right? Regarding the response to the ban, I need to discuss it thoroughly with you… Oh, you injured patients should not linger here. Hurry back.”

Juefei waved his plump hands in a disorderly manner, and Juehui immediately understood, escorting the remaining three members of the Kushan Sect out of the room. Shi Jingzhi saw Yin Ci’s calm demeanor and reluctantly followed him out.

Once the door was closed, Abbot Juefei’s previous laziness disappeared. He put down the wine bowl and sat up straight.

Yin Ci remained composed, sitting upright.

“After the Buddha Heart Formation was opened, I arranged hidden monks on various mountain peaks. This old monk is aware of everyone’s inner demons. Juehui has told me everything about the Ghost Tomb.”

Juefei’s voice lost its benevolence and became extremely serious.

“Amitabha, I don’t know the origin of Patron. However, Patron’s inner demon is undoubtedly the most terrifying I have ever seen, resembling the rumored signs of falling into madness.”

Yin Ci stared directly into the Abbot’s eyes and responded in a calm voice. “What is your plan, Venerable?”

He remained seated, showing no sign of hostility. Of all the martial sects, the Jianchen Temple was known for its understanding and accommodating nature, never engaging in rash violence. Juefei even helped him find an excuse, showing no intention of causing trouble for himself.

To rashly show hostility would only tarnish the impression of the monks.

Indeed, Abbot Juefei shook his head. “Those who possess demonic characteristics should, in theory, be confined to the underground prison and isolated from all living beings. However, Patron’s inner demon is quite peculiar, and I cannot discern the cause at the moment. I cannot make hasty judgments… Haa, I feel ashamed that my skills are lacking.”

A hint of desolation appeared on Juefei’s round face for the first time.

“I cannot see the cause and effect of Patron, so I can only rely on sincerity and ask Patron for a guarantee.”

Yin Ci understood in his heart. “No wonder Abbot Juefei readily agreed to the introduction letter. May I ask what kind of guarantee you seek, Venerable?”

“Senior Uncle Kongshi was able to make Yan Budu carry the burden of the stone sword up the mountain, which must have resulted in perfect completion of his merit before his parinirvana*, rather than dying in vain. Yan Budu killed countless people but could ultimately let go of his attachments. As for Patron, being young, there must be a destined cause and effect. It is unlikely that there is no possibility for salvation.”

*Occurs upon the death of someone who has attained nirvana (basically no longer attached to greed, hatred, and ignorance) during their lifetime.

“But from what I’ve seen along the way, Patron’s only thread of karmic entanglement is connected to Sect Master Shi. Sect Master Shi is in poor health and burdened by the ban. Patron must assure me—if Sect Master Shi should unfortunately perish—Patron will still preserve that thread of karmic entanglement and refrain from harming sentient beings.”

As he spoke, Abbot Juefei infused his voice with increasing intensity, each word carrying more weight than the previous.

Yin Ci smiled, and the smile grew increasingly profound. Though his beauty was undeniable, it carried a hint of distortion.

Juehui’s face tightened, and he was about to step forward when Juefei stopped him with a gesture. Abbot Juefei raised his plump hand and frowned at Yin Ci “Why isn’t Patron answering this old monk?”

Yin Ci stood up with the smile still on his face. “Because whether I answer or not, you will still help Shi Jingzhi. The eminent monks of the Jianchen Temple would never resort to threatening innocent lives.”

Rather than an exchange of sincerity, it was more of a test. The Abbot was testing whether he would be willing to follow along, reciprocating goodwill with goodwill. Unfortunately…

“My goodwill can only go as far as ‘not telling lies’. Venerable, I cannot promise you something I may not be able to fulfill.”

Yin Ci walked toward the door, and his tone remained calm.

It was too late.

Juefei’s request was a step too late. If Shi Jingzhi were a boring and mediocre person, or even just as he was when they first met, there would still be time for Yin Ci to withdraw from the situation and calmly fulfill his promise.

But the world was never easy to escape from, nor was it easy to enter.

That person’s vitality burned too purely, shedding layer after layer of his defenses on his own accord. Apart from once again being drawn into danger like a moth to a flame, he seemed to have no other choice.

Twenty-four years ago, he was left in the world by a little mute, gaining a glimmer of clarity by chance but burdening that child in return, ultimately failing it. Now, he made the same promise again—if Shi Jingzhi were to “perish” in front of him…

For him, going mad was easier than death and more dangerous.

“If the situation truly reaches an irreparable point, remember to construct a top-quality dungeon for me, sealing it with muyan stone to isolate me from all living beings, never to see the light of day again… That would be fine.”

Abbot Juefei fell silent for a moment and clasped his hands together. “For ‘Patron’?”

“For the ‘sake of all beings’.”


The author has something to say:

Sect Master Shi: Thankfully, thankfully. I almost made Lord Bai take action. (×

Demonic Lord Yin: I can’t blame Yan Budu. Monks are indeed troublesome…

Speaking of which, if Yan Qing harbored deep resentment and went to the Ling Sect with his sword, it would surely be satisfying (…)

Provoking Yan Budu √

But if he harbored deep resentment, he wouldn’t be able to lift the sword.

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By the way, I looked up the term “meat wine” yesterday. I read somewhere that meat-infused alcohol is called “meat wine [hunjiu] (荤酒)” (there is indeed a method of infusing alcohol with fatty meat). I also found another explanation that grain-based alcohol carries karmic consequences, and that’s what “meat wine” refers to… Anyway, “vegetarian wine” should just be fruit wine, so let’s go with that! ε-(°ω° ; )


Kinky Thoughts:

I mean… 3 out of 4 of the Kushan Sect, especially Shi Jingzhi who suffers from object addiction, have strong obsessions and attachments… They were bound to fail!

Not sure what Shi Jingzhi was thinking lol.


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Evil As Humans Ch222

Author: 年终 / Nian Zhong

Translator: Kinky || https://kinkytranslations.com/


Chapter 222: Snowflakes

Huang Jin and Ge Tingting collided with a round cocoon and slid down in a sorry state.

Huang Jin’s brain buzzed—just now Zhong Chengshuo suddenly knocked over his smog spirit weapon, then that person gave him three instructions, and he even lied in front of Hu Tao. His heart was pounding, and he felt dizzy and heard ringing in his ears.

Now things were different. The crisis was far away, and hope seemed distant too. Yin Ren and Zhong Chengshuo weren’t by his side, and Ge Tingting seemed pitiful and helpless with him.

“What should we do?” He lay on the ground with a sense of despair.

“I can hear some noise. Maybe it will come in handy.” Ge Tingting patted her ears forcefully.

Huang Jin frowned and rummaged through his bag, searching through his talismans and Elemental flesh. “We need to find them at some point. Hey, do you have any convenient tools? I only have Tranquility Talismans and smoke bombs for escape. Nothing else.”

Before this, Meng Huai asked them to make handy weapons. Huang Jin painstakingly made a carving knife, Tranquility Talismans, and smoke bombs—a set of life-saving tools. For a spirit smith like him, he had endured too many demands for attacks that weren’t supposed to be his responsibility.

However, Ge Tingting, being a corpse servant, must have been in a tight spot as well. Huang Jin couldn’t help but be curious about what kind of Elemental flesh and blood weapons she could produce.

Indeed, when the topic was mentioned, Ge Tingting’s expression became somewhat subtle. Huang Jin didn’t know if he was overthinking, but he felt that this girl was avoiding his gaze.

“…Ge Tingting, what exactly have you done?” Huang Jin swallowed his saliva.

“Something that’s suitable for the present situation,” Ge Tingting answered cautiously. “It’s likely to save our lives; not very harmful, but… um…”

A sense of foreboding suddenly rose in Huang Jin’s heart. “Go on.”

Ge Tingting took out a dark gray candle from her backpack. The candle was as thick as a soda can, rough in appearance, with traces of minced flesh mixed in the grease. It was intricately carved with modified runes, which was very simple and crude.

Pure emotional resonance expansion.

Sweat slowly dripped down Huang Jin’s forehead. “You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.”

“This is a candle made from sadness, sorrow, and despair. It has a simple resonating magic circle inscribed on it, and the wick is made to ‘steal joy’,” Ge Tingting whispered. “I’m not a spirit smith, so it may not look good. Please don’t mind.”

Is this a matter of it looking good or not? Huang Jin gritted his teeth.

If this thing were to be lit, it could accumulate a large amount of “sorrow” related emotions in a small area. What kind of candle was this? It was damn well a Qi Xin trap!

Ge Tingting explained sincerely, “Qi Xin has always been watching from the sidelines, but she doesn’t seem to want to break ties with Yin Ren. If we specifically ask her for help, she won’t ignore us.”

Huang Jin: “You mean…”

Ge Tingting: “Both of us have damaged brains…”

Huang Jin: “…”

Alright, he understood. People with damaged brains were the most suitable to be controlled by great Primordial Elementals. While he was still thinking about what weapon to use for self-defense, this girl was considering using him as a weapon.

Huang Jin rubbed his face vigorously, his gaze drifting. “You’ll definitely make a name for yourself in the future. Fine, since you still have your hearing, I’ll go along with it.”

“Alright. Don’t worry. Even if she controls you, you’ll be safe.”

“I know.”

Ge Tingting lit the candle on the spot, and a blood-red glow emanated from it. The flame ignited for only a few seconds before a piercing gaze descended upon them. Then, the surrounding mist suddenly thickened, and from within the rolling fog, connected skeletal corpses emerged from various directions.

“How troublesome.”

Ge Tingting heard a sigh from afar.

Meanwhile, Huang Jin’s head gradually sank, looking as if he had fallen asleep. However, when he raised his head again, his face became extremely indifferent.

“Speak, little girl. What do you want me to do?”

Huang Jin’s voice was still the same, but it carried a touch of cold arrogance.

“Find someone.” Ge Tingting extinguished the candle, speaking in a confident tone. “Hu Tao is highly likely to be under the control of Love. Yin Ge and Zhong Ge want to preserve their strength and haven’t engaged in a battle with her yet. Now, Hu Tao is looking for the murderer who killed her back then. Please help us find him.”

“So be it.”

Huang Jin, possessed by Qi Xin, stood up and revealed a faint smile.

“I made a promise to someone that I wouldn’t participate in their battles… But helping you won’t be considered a breach of contract. Is finding someone all you need?”

Ge Tingting took a deep breath. “If the target is close to us, I hope you can find a way to lure Yin Ren and the others over. If the target is closer to Yin Ren’s side, you don’t need to take action. Just stay nearby with me.”

“You have quite a few requests,” “Huang Jin” said calmly.

“It’s a mutually beneficial arrangement. As long as Love doesn’t discover you, you can also investigate the latest developments up close,” Ge Tingting responded flawlessly.

Huang Jin, possessed by Qi Xin: “Alright.”

He first placed his hand on Ge Tingting’s head, retrieving memories. Then he closed his eyes, seemingly experiencing something, and his eyebrows gradually furrowed.

“The person you’re looking for isn’t here,” he said. “There are no relevant clues, I’m quite certain.”

Ge Tingting stood frozen in place, a chill running down her spine.

……

Hu Tao floated in front of the two of them.

The white arms tightly embraced her, and the four arms that dragged them to this place were still extended. Six arms in total emerged from behind her, resembling the long legs of a spider and the eyes of a snail. They would occasionally reach out towards Yin Ren and Zhong Chengshuo, filled with vigilance and hostility, sometimes getting dangerously close.

Yin Ren was experiencing this kind of situation for the first time, pretending to be Zhong Chengshuo. Fortunately, their heights were similar, and he was familiar with Zhong Chengshuo’s habits, so he didn’t expose himself in front of Hu Tao. He walked cautiously, maintaining a polite and safe distance.

At the moment, he was more concerned about Hu Tao herself.

Hu Tao’s face was covered in bloodstains, but amidst the stains, there were strange cracks revealing a white color. The aura emanating from her became increasingly heavy and dense, far exceeding what a fierce ghost should bear. She was like a bomb being heated over an open flame, ready to explode at any moment.

The same power was faintly surging from beneath their feet. Just a moment ago, they didn’t feel this subtle oppressive sensation.

The milky strands surrounding them, and the nest-like structures resembled the forests of a thousand years ago in Yin Ren’s eyes. As the Great Celestial Master Zhong Yi, he was most skilled at dealing with abnormal beings.

Yin Ren swiftly walked towards the nearest nest, contemplating quickly in his mind.

The surrounding aura changed, and the cocoon jolted for a while. The cocoon they were in must have changed its position. Sending Hu Tao, this familiar person, to delay them was probably an attempt by Love to place this cocoon in a troublesome location, but she couldn’t accomplish it all at once.

If they were truly trapped securely, things would become troublesome.

Without the Evil Fruit, Zhong Chengshuo, pretending to be Lu Xiaohe, made a makeshift flesh knife as a weapon. Now, Zhong Chengshuo, pretending to be “Lu Xiaohe”, was pressing on his side as he used the blade to cut the silk threads on the cocoon’s face—it was a thin and emaciated middle-aged man, but it wasn’t A’Shen.

He then placed the silk threads back in their original positions, performing his actions meticulously.

Hu Tao snorted coldly. “You’re so slow.”

“Evil beings can’t use magic here, so Yin Ren can’t be of much help.” Yin Ren spoke calmly. “Judging from your current condition, you should know this.”

Hu Tao: “Just find him and stop babbling.”

Yin Ren looked at his former partner.

Hu Tao’s eye sockets were filled with bloody chunks of flesh, making it almost impossible to find her eyes, let alone discern her emotions. But he just knew that she was staring at him at this moment.

[What are you——?!] [I warn you, don’t mess around. I’m registered with Shian!] The first time he saw Hu Tao, she had this bloody appearance, but her tone was much more panicked.

It felt like a lifetime ago.

“Hu Tao, has the person helping you ever told you that you can’t withstand this kind of power?” Yin Ren left the nest, steadily walking towards the next one, his tone sounding nonchalant. “If you come into contact with excessive Evil Force, you will collapse.”

It would be a decent ending, triggering a massive explosion for them. If things went slightly wrong, there was a possibility of transforming into an Evil Spirit without rationality, unable to meet a good end.

Even for a doomed ghost destined to dissipate, this was still the worst outcome. Yin Ren clenched his fists, trying his best to ignore the arms that were reaching out and exploring in front of him.

“I’ve been searching for him for a long time.”

Hu Tao didn’t respond to Yin Ren’s words. As she spoke, the arms behind her gently retracted, embracing her with an affectionate gesture.

“During that period twenty-nine years ago, there were too many cases happening in Haigu that didn’t make it to the news. I wandered around near my house, listening to the neighbors discussing… They said A’Shen had fled out of fear. So, I waited, waiting for him to be captured.”

Yin Ren softened his voice, no longer mentioning the word “collapse”. “And then?”

Hu Tao fell silent for a moment, as if she had forgotten how to speak. After a while, she continued slowly.

“His ID card, bank cards, and phone were all at home. For a person like him, how long could he hide? I waited and waited, but the police never managed to catch him.”

“Then you encountered us.”

“Yes, with the spirit contract, I could go to many places. I heard that he disappeared along with many others, and I heard that many people who were corrupted acted crazily back then.” Hu Tao’s voice became ethereal. “We were childhood sweethearts, deeply in love for so long. My parents always liked him. Maybe…”

She never finished her sentence. Her fingers tightly dug into her arms, piercing them and drawing more blood.

Yin Ren’s steps slowed down.

Perhaps her husband’s madness, her parents’ deaths, and all the bloodshed were due to supernatural reasons. Perhaps she was just a small victim before the occurrence of abnormal incidents…

Hu Tao intentionally sought contact with the ‘Innocent Thoughts’ and similar items, probably out of similar intentions.

“I understand,” Yin Ren comforted her. “You want to find peace of mind.”

“Yes, I need to know the reason. Otherwise, I can’t hate peacefully… can’t hate peacefully…” Her voice grew weaker, turning into indiscernible murmurs, hidden behind her bloodstained hair.

Yin Ren halted his steps.

Hu Tao, as if someone had stepped on her tail, became spirited again. “Why aren’t you moving ? Why aren’t you moving?”

“Because I realized that finding him is meaningless,” Yin Ren said gently. “Most of the people trapped here are filled with strong affection. You’re thinking that if you find A’Shen here, it will prove that he loved you and had no choice but to do what he did.”

The arms behind Hu Tao stirred restlessly, as if they wanted to attack but were drawn to this poisonous yet intriguing topic.

“You’re right,” she said hoarsely. “I must be certain…”

“But you can’t be certain.”

Yin Ren, embodying the appearance of Zhong Chengshuo, stood in place.

“Even if you find him here, it doesn’t prove anything. You’ve seen how Yin Ren looked when he consumed the ‘Innocent Thoughts’. The affection is real, but does that negate the harm caused?”

“No! He truly loves me; how could he do such a thing?!” Hu Tao screamed. “A’Shen would make breakfast for me with his own hands, never argue with me, and never force me to do anything I didn’t like! When I was sick, he was so worried that he carried me to the hospital, wearing out his feet! I’ve known him for fifteen years—fifteen years! You’re speaking so lightly—”

Yin Ren took a step forward. His expression was still eerily calm, but not quite like Zhong Chengshuo’s.

“So you must know for sure that within your social circle, you won’t come across the Ghost Market’s ‘Innocent Thoughts’. But let me tell you, during a Divine Descent, it does drive people insane, but they didn’t go mad to the extent of wanting to deceive others. When it comes to killing, indeed one can sense being watched, but that requires the act of killing to occur first.”

“Shut up!!!” Hu Tao covered her ears and instantly swung an arm towards Yin Ren. Yin Ren didn’t defend himself or even evade.

A deep bloodied gash appeared on his left cheek.

Zhong Chengshuo instinctively wanted to rush forward but then remembered he was wearing Lu Xiaohe’s shell. He stood helplessly in place, unsure of what to do.

Why hasn’t Yin Ren ended the conversation yet? Could it be that his previous words weren’t just meant to make the enemy relax?

…Why hasn’t Yin Ren taken the opportunity to communicate countermeasures with him and only kept talking to Hu Tao?

But he couldn’t intervene.

With pursed lips, Zhong Chengshuo looked at Yin Ren a few steps away.

“A’Shen is a murderer, and it doesn’t conflict with him loving you. ‘Love’ is not an almighty excuse, and it doesn’t prove anything. Let me say it again, regardless of whether you can find him here or not, he is undoubtedly a murderer.”

Ignoring the bleeding wound, Yin Ren continued calmly.

“Here.”

Yin Ren pointed at his heart.

“…And here.” He then tapped his temple. “They are fundamentally different things.”

Hu Tao rushed abruptly in front of Yin Ren; her shattered face almost touching his nose. She spewed a ghastly aura, and behind her, several arms emerged as if breaking through a cocoon, making her resemble a strange multi-limbed creature.

These new arms faintly impeded her momentum—apparently, the time Love wanted to delay wasn’t enough.

Yin Ren silently watched her with a trace of sorrow gradually appearing on his face.

Pure obsession was the essence of a vengeful ghost, and Hu Tao remained in this world through her hatred. Her hatred must have a focal point—a solid enough one.

So why, when she argued, “Maybe there’s no need to hate A’Shen”, was her state still so stable?

“What exactly do you want to say?” Hu Tao vigorously scratched her bloody and disfigured face. “Are you trying to tell me I don’t need to search, and all I have to do is hate him wholeheartedly?”

“No, that’s not it,” Yin Ren said softly. “What I want to say is that you are not at fault.”

“Your obsession is the ‘flaw’ that might have caused the tragedy back then. Now I’m telling you, you’re not wrong.”

Hu Tao suddenly retreated, instantly shrinking to three or four meters away from Yin Ren, as if poison surrounded him. The previously resentful and eerie presence transformed into a startled little creature.

She opened her mouth, resembling a bloody hole, as if she wanted to refute, but no sound came out.

Yin Ren sighed inwardly.

“If he is just a pitiful person influenced by something, then he must have been influenced before the killings. As his closest lover, your failure to notice anything amiss in time makes every person’s death your mistake.”

“If he is merely a cold-blooded psychopathic killer, and you’ve known him for fifteen years without suspecting anything, then the deaths of your parents are also your indirect fault.”

“…Hu Tao, deep down, you actually thought this way before, didn’t you?”

Obsession, obsession—how could it be so easily shaken?

The hatred toward the killer was merely superficial. Perhaps Hu Tao herself didn’t realize or didn’t want to admit it—ultimately, what she resented was herself.

Hu Tao floated in place, blood dripping from her body onto the ground. The space inside the cocoon was too snowy white, and when the blood fell to the ground, it looked like ink.

Ignoring the arms waving around Hu Tao, Yin Ren took a few steps forward, standing in front of her.

Peeling away the surface, revealing the festering wound, only one step remained.

“A’Shen is indeed a murderer. As for the motive, whether it’s deep affection or a vile nature, it is always the one who acts that causes the tragedy, regardless of their reasons.”

“You are not at fault.”

Yin Ren’s voice was clear and calm, carrying a faint authority.

“No matter what others say, this is my judgment. If A’Shen is still alive, I will help you kill him.”

“You are not at fault.”

Yin Ren stared directly into Hu Tao’s eyes, repeating it for the third time.

Hu Tao floated stiffly, and the arms behind her ceased their movement.

Time passed, and the overwhelming hostility in her subsided slightly, transforming into uncertain doubt. Those arms curled in confusion, and the blood no longer dripped. The fragmented features on Hu Tao’s face slowly came together, reconstructing her broken face.

But there were too many white cracks on her face, and no matter how she tried, the flesh couldn’t be completely restored. That familiar face now resembled a shattered porcelain doll.

“…Why do I feel like you’re not Zhong Chengshuo? That guy doesn’t have this much thought. Could it be that spending time with Yin Ren has enlightened you?”

Curiously, she scrutinized Yin Ren, just like their first encounter in the living room. Her tone became somewhat cheerful, reminiscent of her previous self.

“You make some sense. I didn’t really think about it before. Let’s go, we can search while we talk.”

Yin Ren didn’t move.

The girl in front of him was dressed in pajamas, with white cracks covering her body. In a trance, she showed a hint of distress, and her blood-colored features slightly furrowed.

The arms behind her seemed to sense something. They dangerously swayed, emanating increasingly powerful force, making the white cracks on Hu Tao’s body more pronounced.

Meanwhile, Hu Tao herself maintained that half-awake state, revealing a gentle expression. “Zhong Chengshuo?”

“I’ve encountered many vengeful spirits,” Yin Ren whispered. “You were a good person in your life, so much so that even as a vengeful spirit, you don’t repel people.”

“…Zhong Chengshuo?” This time, there was a touch of uncertainty in Hu Tao’s call.

In an instant, her long hair fluttered, and her red clothing seemed fiery.

Yin Ren removed his disguise, placing a hand on Hu Tao’s forehead. He lowered his gaze with an unusual lack of amusement on his face.

And his hand was stained with fresh red blood.

The Great Celestial Master, Zhong Yi, excelled at exorcism.

The essence of a vengeful ghost was pure obsession. When the obsession shattered, the vengeful ghost would dissipate like melting snow. And the wavering of obsession was the first crack.

There was a brief moment of surprise on Hu Tao’s face, followed by an expression that seemed to say, “As expected”, as she smiled absentmindedly.

Countless arms embraced her, jostling her. The power of Love surged madly, yet she merely pressed her forehead against that hand.

“I’m letting go. You said you would help me kill him, so I won’t search anymore.”

She said.

“Mom and Dad won’t blame me, right?”

The scenery inside the cocoon resembled the purest ice and snow, and this particular piece silently melted away.

Those arms no longer embraced anything.

The immense power approached its eruption but lacked the crucial support, ultimately dissipating into nothingness.


Kinky Thoughts:

I’m so sad for Hu Tao. All she wanted was just to watch 3rd rate dramas and like to eat snacks!


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Evil As Humans Ch221

Author: 年终 / Nian Zhong

Translator: Kinky || https://kinkytranslations.com/


Chapter 221: Landmark

A few hours ago.

Meng Huai held a blood and flesh spirit weapon made of a hand chain and a ring, while Zhong Chengfeng alertly held her gun. The two agilely jumped up and down on the edge of the cocoon. Even Xiao Zheng, the rear science post, skillfully hooked the white silk threads around him, resembling a reincarnated spider spirit.

Whenever any Elementals attempted to approach, the two would create a minor harmless disturbance in a farther location and silently slide back. There were only a few Elementals around the cocoon, and the exit agreed upon by Unit 9 was in a blind spot, ensuring a safe retreat route.

Only Fu Tianyi remained, faithfully guarding the cocoon.

The surroundings were filled with shimmering tunnel walls, making one dizzy. Various black and white Elementals crawled around, creating a scene akin to the snowflakes on an old television screen. He couldn’t afford to provoke them or hide. Fu Tianyi firmly clung to the white silk net, while Dr. Cat clung tightly to Fu Tianyi; their movements were perfectly synchronized.

It was just keeping watch, Fu Tianyi reassured himself countless times in his mind.

They were here to steal, not to openly rob a house, so they wouldn’t be targeted by a massive army of Elementals on the spot. Besides, if the sky were to fall, there would be people like Meng Huai to bear the brunt of it. Fu Tianyi, being a seasoned individual, had nothing to fear.

He didn’t remember the excitement he felt before encountering Unit 9 in the first place. Looking back at the evil beings he had dealt with before, it felt more like playing pretend. When it came to “others being stronger than oneself”, this young rising star of the Fu family could even smile like a Buddha.

His sharpness had been completely blunted, even more serene than Dr. Cat, who had just had its nails trimmed.

“Aren’t you here to investigate?” Fu Tianyi couldn’t help but ask the cat perched on his shoulder out of boredom.

“I am investigating.”

Dr. Cat looked intently at the end of the white net.

In the center of the white net lay a half immensely large white hemisphere, motionless. It was embedded in ethereal mist, resembling an eye without a pupil. With the haphazardly stretched white threads around it, it looked like a white spider lurking in the center of a spiderweb. Compared to the obese belly of that hemisphere, the small cocoons containing the missing individuals were more like tiny droplets on a spiderweb.

Insignificant and fragile, incomparable to the massive hemisphere at the center of the web.

The black cat’s fur stood on end, and its round eyes blinked without pause. Fu Tianyi looked for a while but didn’t notice any changes in the central hemisphere.

Fu Tianyi: “So, do you know what that thing is?”

“I don’t know.” Meiqiu swished its tail. “But its interference pattern on the surrounding consciousness is similar to the ‘angel’s arm’. Since we arrived here, its interference with the surrounding thoughts has been growing stronger. Look, the tunnel walls around us have visibly distorted.”

Fu Tianyi blinked hard, but he still couldn’t see any difference.

“The curvature of the hemisphere has changed, and its volume is increasing.” Dr. Cat meowed as it explained. “This pattern looks somewhat familiar…”

Although it spoke in human language, Fu Tianyi couldn’t understand a single word.

So he decisively gave up on the idea of chatting with the science post and focused his mind, attempting to meditate for a while to regain his strength.

But before half a minute had passed with his eyes closed, the cocoon suddenly shook violently. Fu Tianyi failed to hold on and almost fell off.

“What…”

Fu Tianyi didn’t even finish his sentence when his heart nearly stopped—

In his field of vision, both the image and sound came to a sudden halt.

The Elementals surrounded them, crowded and constantly crawling, all froze in their movements. After three or four seconds, they simultaneously stood up, twisted their bodies, and turned a certain part of their bodies towards the group of Shian members.

Their movements were stiff and unified, carrying a silent hostility. The gaze felt like a grinding stone, grinding away at Fu Tianyi’s spirit, threatening to shatter it into pieces.

They had been exposed.

In the next moment, bone spikes, mucus, fleshy limbs… various indescribable things shot towards the four humans and the cat. Meng Huai leaped using the white silk threads, twirling her ring and bracelet two rounds before she put them on her hand, then she clapped her hands together on her chest.

Fu Tianyi felt a gust of wind blow past him. Countless Elementals turned into balls of flesh and blood, rushing towards the incoming objects, causing numerous explosions. Several Elementals that came dangerously close were shot down by Zhong Chengfeng’s gun.

“What are you staring at, brat!” Meng Huai shouted loudly.

Only then did Fu Tianyi snap out of it. He quickly produced talismans made from the skin of Elementals, throwing them like knives. The sword wind swept out, slicing another wave of Elementals into dust.

However, it was all futile.

The surrounding Elementals had no intention of fair competition. They climbed along the silk threads around the cocoon, seemingly confident that they could crush them to death just by squeezing their bodies.

Just as Fu Tianyi was about to scream, the cocoon began to move. It slid along the silk threads like dew, heading towards the gathering place of the white net—

That peculiar hemisphere.

Fu Tianyi almost got thrown off by the cocoon, hastily clutching onto its exterior.

Meng Huai didn’t miss this opportunity. She gracefully leaped back onto the cocoon. The bracelet in her hand extended rapidly, and the ring at the end of the bracelet also grew quickly, resembling a meteor hammer. Taking advantage of the cocoon’s movement, she swung the ring. With each swing, a burst of explosions cleared out a large number of Elementals.

The cocoon slid faster and faster, then abruptly stopped, crashing heavily into the massive hemisphere at the center of the net. Immediately, something resembling an umbilical cord wriggled over from the hemisphere and connected with the cocoon.

Fu Tianyi was shaken loose by the impact. He held onto Dr. Cat tightly, managing to land softly on the hemisphere.

At the same time, countless white silk threads extended from the surface of the hemisphere, tightly wrapping around the small cocoon. They twined and exerted pressure, causing the cocoon to merge into the hemisphere.

“Shit!” Meng Huai swung her weapon, trying to blast away the encroaching white silk. But they were like falling snow, destroying one layer only to be replaced by another, seemingly endless.

Fu Tianyi’s hand trembled as he held the talisman sword.

He didn’t know the origin of the huge hemisphere; he only knew that standing on top of it felt like standing on a small planet. In comparison, the cocoon appeared significantly smaller, resembling a toy lunar module.

Wave after wave of thin white threads enveloped them, with all the “tracks” connecting to this place crawling with Elementals. The area below the net was also filled with densely packed Elementals, surrounding them completely.

The cocoon containing their companions was continuously wrapped by the unrelenting white threads, and the army of Elementals seemed boundless. Their opponents didn’t slack off just because they were outnumbered; their tactics were flawless.

And on their side, there were only four people, utterly powerless.

In a daze, Fu Tianyi felt like he was underwater. They were treading on the back of a slumbering giant beneath the sea, surrounded by a variety of magnificent aquatic creatures. The dark seawater was colored in bizarre and spectacular hues, exuding a strange and magnificent beauty.

Sharks darted by, schools of fish surrounded them, and giant jellyfish floated gracefully.

And they were nothing more than four small clams.

“Should we… run away?” Facing the overwhelming enemies in front of them and the helpless companions behind him, Fu Tianyi felt that the talisman sword in his hand was as ridiculous as a matchstick.

There were extremely fine white threads everywhere, fragmenting the space of consciousness. Perhaps they couldn’t rely on imagination to shift their surroundings. But if they could blast a path, there might still be hope of survival.

“No.”

Meng Huai’s voice was firm and resolute.

“Even if we manage to escape, we’ll be heavily injured. The missing individuals inside the cocoon are still here. If we stay, at least we’ll have a few more hands to work with.”

Fu Tianyi’s body stiffened—given the current situation, she still wanted to save the missing people?

Meng Huai didn’t care about what he was thinking. She flicked away the strand of hair that stuck to her cheek, and with a half-smile, she leaned closer to Fu Tianyi. “It’s rare to see someone from the Fu family so spineless. Well, how about that Zhong Chengshuo—is he stronger than I imagined?”

Her intuition was even more terrifying than Fu Xingchuan’s, leaving Fu Tianyi speechless.

Meng Huai smiled at him, gripping the enlarged ring tightly in her hand. Then she swung it forcefully. The previous “meteor hammer” transformed into a “metal whip”, lashing out and causing the white threads to scatter in all directions.

Accompanied by crisp cracking sounds, the white threads tangled into a cluster, controlled by her magic, floating in mid-air. Whenever a black Elemental approached, the whip would vigorously extend, dragging the Elemental towards the cluster of threads.

Flesh collided, and the magic was activated. A searing explosion tore through their field of vision, and on the other side, a small sun seemed to explode.

Before Fu Tianyi could focus his pupils, the metal whip swung twice again, and a new cluster of threads replenished the ones destroyed. They dispersed like clouds, neither too close nor too far, forming the most terrifying defense line.

Fu Tianyi couldn’t laugh or cry—these white threads seemed to be the product of Elemental flesh and blood. Meng Huai was attacking on-site and seemed unconcerned about running out of raw materials.

The army of Elementals didn’t retreat. They clung and hung, tightly enveloping the four individuals, but they no longer dared to advance. Countless eerie eyeballs looked in their direction, with large and small eyes hidden behind the cloud-like clusters of threads, as if trying to squeeze out a patch of darkness with their pupils.

Seeing such a formation for the first time, Fu Tianyi felt his whole body go numb.

What on earth were these things? Even if he were to drop dead on the spot, he had experienced more trials and tribulations than 99% of cultivators.

“The next stage might involve cognitive pollution and emotional attacks.” Zhong Chengfeng adjusted her grip on her gun and summarized it plainly.

“Face inward and don’t look at those things.” Meng Huai turned her face towards the cocoon, speaking nonchalantly. “Xiao Zheng, help keep an eye on the emotional attacks.”

“Understood.”

“Chengfeng, you and Xiao Fu continue to destroy the outer wall of the cocoon. These things want to enclose it, but we’ll fight against it,” Meng Huai ordered. “I’ll continue to guard the outside.”

Fu Tianyi hesitated and looked at Meng Huai, who noticed his gaze and grinned at him. She avoided Zhong Chengfeng and deliberately lowered her voice.

“Alright, if you’re not comfortable saying it, then don’t say it,” she whispered. “No matter what Zhong Chengshuo might be hiding, at this point, what can I really investigate? We’ll hide as much of his strength as we can.”

Fu Tianyi: “…Um.” What’s going on? How much has this senior seen through?

“Because of the enemy’s method of attack.”

Dr. Cat interjected, giving Fu Tianyi a sidelong glance and speaking solemnly.

“When the cocoon is completely enveloped, those inside must do everything they can to escape. If they manage to escape, their strength will be exposed. If they can’t escape, they’ll be wiped out.” The black cat licked its paws. “If the hidden trump cards are revealed in advance, it won’t be advantageous for us.”

The cocoon wall wasn’t thick yet, but once it was completely encompassed by the giant hemisphere, who knew where it would be transported. Even if the giant hemisphere was made of ordinary concrete, the people inside would be trapped for at least ten days to half a month.

“So we need to quickly create an escape route.” Meng Huai flicked her wrist, and the bracelet whip created a deep opening on the cocoon. The opening was right in front of Fu Tianyi. “Hurry up. There are probably many people inside who need to be saved.”

“But what about those things around us…” Fu Tianyi tried hard not to look at the suffocating eyeball covers surrounding them.

This time, it was Zhong Chengfeng who answered him. “Let’s regroup and take it one step at a time. As long as we’re all together, we’ll find a way.”

Despite not being blood-related, her expression of sternness really resembled Zhong Chengshuo. After a few shots, the opening in front of Fu Tianyi grew larger.

Fu Tianyi let out a long breath. “Okay!”

Since the situation was already so dire, how much worse could it get?

He swung his sword at the deep fissure, and the frenzied white threads surrounding it collided with the Tranquility Talisman, instantly turning into a burst of smoke. Fu Tianyi continued striking with his sword, striving to destroy faster than the threads could envelop.

Dr. Cat jumped off him and lightly tapped the giant hemisphere with its paw. While the humans around were busy, it raised its tail and paced around.

Its gaze remained fixed on the surface of the hemisphere, covered in white threads.

“It’s grown again.” The black cat murmured to itself. “The pattern of changes in size and aura—which report have I seen it in…”

……

Inside the cocoon.

“Now you know what he looks like,” Hu Tao said. “Quickly help me find him.”

Zhong Chengshuo frowned slightly. Hu Tao’s aura was incredibly powerful, almost reminiscent of Love, surpassing even Mr. Le. If they were to rely on brute force, both Yin Ren and himself would have to intervene.

But it wasn’t the right time yet.

“I understand. I need to have a meeting with my companions.” Zhong Chengshuo nodded.

Memories at this level weren’t enough to shake off fear. The remaining people weren’t faring well—Ge Tingting immediately retched, while Lu Xiaohe and Huang Jin had pale faces and vacant eyes, clearly still not fully recovered.

Hu Tao let out an indifferent hum. “I’ll give you two minutes. Whether you finish speaking or not, I’ll scatter you all.”

“Even if you scatter us, how can we contact you once we find the person?” Zhong Chengshuo asked honestly.

“Just stab him.” Hu Tao turned her bloody and blurred face. “I’ll always remember the smell of A’Shen’s blood.”

Zhong Chengshuo lowered his gaze. “…”

Hu Tao clapped her hands. “I’m starting the countdown—”

Before the others could say more, a flash of light swept by, accompanied by buzzing noises and a misty atmosphere. Hu Tao instantly narrowed her eyes, and the white arms around her started to stir, ready to grab anyone with ill intentions.

However, the mist was just mist, and the noise was just noise. No one moved, let alone any fluctuations of magic. Hu Tao tensed her arms, unsure whether she should make a move or not.

Fortunately, after a minute, the mist and noise dispersed. In the thin mist, Hu Tao flipped her hair, stained with blood. “…What are you all doing?”

Her voice was incredibly cold.

“I accidentally slipped.” Huang Jin tremblingly raised his hand. His bag fell to the ground, scattering Tranquility Talismans everywhere.

Hu Tao let out a murky ghostly breath, tilting her head. The killing intent around her grew stronger.

“We’ve roughly set our direction.” Lu Xiaohe suddenly interjected. “Can I stay here to take care of my mother?”

She sat among the pile of Tranquility Talismans. Her face was pale, looking extremely miserable.

Hu Tao slightly lowered her head, as if staring at Lu Xiaohe holding her mother’s hand. Unfortunately, evil beings were still just evil beings. She quickly turned her head. “No, you also have to come along and search.”

Lu Xiaohe bit her lip.

“Then Lu Xiaohe and I will be a team. Huang Jin and Ge Tingting will be a team,” Zhong Chengshuo said. “Clearing the threads and finding the person requires physical strength. The efficiency of a two-person team is…”

Before he could finish his sentence, Huang Jin and Ge Tingting disappeared on the spot.

Immediately, the surroundings distorted, and this time Zhong Chengshuo saw it clearly—four arms stretched out behind Hu Tao, grabbing Huang Jin and Ge Tingting directly and swiftly pulling them away.

Everything spun and became blurred. The white and dismal scene inside the cocoon turned into afterimages, quickly passing through their field of vision. The area was filled with densely intertwined webs like rainforest vines, and they all retracted, avoiding them like living creatures.

In less than two seconds, the two crashed into the soft cocoon wall and slowly slid to the ground. Zhong Chengshuo turned his head. From this position, the interior of the cocoon looked like a pale forest that stretched endlessly.

They were at the edge of the cocoon.

If he guessed correctly, Ge Tingting and Huang Jin should be on the other side of the cocoon. In any case, they were far away from the weak point of the cocoon—the exit that Unit 9 had planned.

“Alright, search with peace of mind,” Hu Tao said with a smile.

With a rapid change of location in a short period of time and obstacles all around, finding the exit was difficult. Even if they found the exit, they couldn’t contact the other group. If they randomly dug a hole and escaped… even if they succeeded, it was hard to say what the outside would be, and there was no way to effectively support the others.

Regardless of why Love wanted to buy time, this move was truly clever.

Zhong Chengshuo’s lips curled up. Truly the most human-like Primordial Elemental. If it were him, he would have done the same.

With that in mind, Zhong Chengshuo looked at his companion beside him and tidied up his slightly messy ponytail.

His companion—another “Zhong Chengshuo”—pushed his glasses and looked solemnly at Hu Tao. The backpack of that “Zhong Chengshuo” was still bulging, but there was nothing inside anymore.

As expected of Yin Ren—he played the role very well. Zhong Chengshuo himself also had to work hard. Hu Tao found them through Yin Ren’s contract, which was just perfect.

Zhong Chengshuo took a deep breath and continued maintaining the image beside him. His brain spun rapidly, and that layer of imagination turned into a thin camouflage shell, enveloping the real him in the center.

To make the imagined image move smoothly and naturally, strong computational abilities were required. Fortunately, “King Yama” excelled at calculations.

Zhong Chengshuo hobbled, pressing against Lu Xiaohe’s face, limping along behind.

Next, they needed to escape in the shortest possible time and in the least conspicuous way.

At the same time, near the weak point of the cocoon.

Under the scattered Tranquility Talismans on the ground, Lu Xiaohe struggled to pull apart the white silk and propped herself up. She coughed a few times, crawled to her unconscious and weak mother’s side, and held her in her arms.

Within her embrace lay a photo of herself and her mother.

The comments on the back of the photo were blurry, with elusive and shifting characters pointing in two directions. Lu Xiaohe knew that the words she had left on other people’s photos would steadfastly point to herself as well.

A white silk thread snake slithered over and began to wrap around Lu Xiaohe’s feet. However, Lu Xiaohe took out a can of energy drink made from transformed Elemental flesh and blood from her backpack and carefully sprinkled the liquid around her body. As soon as the liquid touched the ground, it emitted a faint red light.

Under the red light, the white threads wriggled dissatisfied and had to go around.

“I’ll stay here.”

Lu Xiaohe whispered softly, holding her mother tightly in her arms. Her mother breathed unconsciously, and the photo was warmed by their body temperatures.

“You all… Make sure to come back early.”

The development of the situation was no different from what Zhong Chengshuo had predicted—Hu Tao would scatter the group, keeping everyone away from the exit and making it difficult to regroup. However, considering that Shian was unprepared for this sudden attack and unaware of Hu Tao’s abnormality, it wasn’t wise to expose everything on the spot.

Everyone was caught in a dilemma.

Faced with such a terrible situation, amidst the swirling smoke, Zhong Chengshuo only uttered three sentences.

“Yin Ren is here; he will pretend to be me.”

“I will disguise myself as Lu Xiaohe, while the real Lu Xiaohe stays in place.”

“Everyone, remember to look at the photo.”

She would become their best landmark.


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Criminal Psychology Ch265

Author: 长洱 / Chang’er

Translator: Kinky || https://kinkytranslations.com/


Chapter 265

This was a very simple question, and no matter where it appeared in the corners of any magazine or book in this library, it wouldn’t catch people’s attention.

But it happened to be here.

Countless possibilities flashed through Xing Conglian’s mind, such as some unlucky kid casually writing a sentence, and they happened to stumble upon it by accident. But in reality, he was very clear that those so-called other possibilities weren’t valid.

From the moment Lin Chen received the text message, to their gradual guidance here, searching the shelves, finding the hidden periodical, and seeing this sentence, all indicated that someone deliberately wrote this question here, and that person was certain that Lin Chen would see it.

This was obviously related to Lin Chen’s past.

After roughly figuring out what was going on, Xing Conglian was no longer worried.

“What is this?” He calmly spread the book open, turned it around, and faced it towards Lin Chen. Then, he pointed to the question about choice in the seam of the book page, as if asking a very ordinary question.

“This is a question, and also an answer.”

Lin Chen replied still with his distinctive style. Xing Conglian didn’t feel like he was hiding anything.

“What kind of question is it?” Xing Conglian looked straight into his eyes and asked.

“The last time I was forced to answer this question was when I met Feng Peilin on the Taiqian Bridge last year.” Lin Chen paused and spoke clearly and systematically. “He asked on behalf of someone else: In this world, in the confrontation between the infinitely small and the infinitely large, which side would I choose to stand on?”

“Why is it so literary?” When he heard the name “Feng Peilin”, Xing Conglian’s brows slightly furrowed. Although this name was an expected one, it completely represented a part of Lin Chen’s past that he had never touched before.

Now, this part of the past suddenly jumped out without warning. Lin Chen straightened his back, his gaze calm and cool, clearly ready to uncover the scar.

Xing Conglian felt a bit reluctant, steadied his breath, and continued to ask, “Infinitely small, infinitely large—what do they refer to? And what does the so-called ‘choice’ mean?”

“I’m not entirely sure either. ‘Infinitely small’ refers to individual consciousness, ‘infinitely large’ probably refers to the entire social morality and legal system. Translated, Feng Peilin’s entire question was asking me if they were going to be anti-social and if I would help them. But don’t interpret this as a request; it was a boast.” Lin Chen rubbed the table with his finger somewhat irritably. “It’s really annoying,” he emphasized.

At this moment, Lin Chen finally had a living presence. He wasn’t sad; he simply detested these things.

“Since we’ve brought up this matter, there’s a question I must ask. Why did you leave back then?”

“Because Feng Peilin died,” Lin Chen answered. “In fact, I’m very clear that his last step was to kill someone and then commit suicide. It shows that he couldn’t swim at all, and there was no reason for him to survive after falling into the river. I designed this situation, luring him to commit suicide with my own actions, but I didn’t tell you about it. It didn’t comply with legal procedures, and morally, it was flawed. To be honest, I feel guilty about it, so I chose to leave.”

“So, does that mean you didn’t like me at that time?” Xing Conglian suddenly asked. “It wasn’t love at first sight?”

“Why are you becoming more like Wang Chao, always going off-topic?”

“This is a very important question, more important than those shitty matters.”

“At that time, I just thought you were handsome—the type I liked—but I didn’t see your inner beauty.”

Lin Chen answered sincerely, leaving Xing Conglian unsure whether to laugh or cry.

“What about you?” Lin Chen also paused and asked him.

“At that time, I thought you had inner beauty, a kind of mysterious aura that attracted me. But now…” Xing Conglian gestured to Lin Chen, who instinctively leaned closer. Under the warm sunlight, Xing Conglian kissed Lin Chen’s ear and said, “Now, I think you’re handsome.”

Lin Chen’s face clearly blushed, even though they had already done everything together. Yet, Lin Chen could still be shy in some unexpected moments. Xing Conglian enjoyed this moment.

Perhaps after teasing Lin Chen, the atmosphere became less heavy, and under the warm sun, it felt somewhat drowsy.

He closed the book, and the question and answer had come to the most crucial moment. He spoke seriously, “Since Feng Peilin is already dead, then who left this message here? Who sent you the text message and led you to see it?”

“Xing Conglian…” Lin Chen drawled, gazing at him.

“Here.”

“You really haven’t seen the file from that year,” Lin Chen said. “I mean, the thing that Huang Ze held a grudge about—the incident where I killed his sister.”

“Although I haven’t seen the file, I have a general idea of what happened when Huang Ze first came to Hongjing looking for trouble.” Xing Conglian honestly shifted the blame. “It was Fu Hao who told me.”

Lin Chen was taken aback, clearly not expecting this. “You knew the whole story from the beginning?”

“No, Fu Hao only said that it was a trolley problem*. You were forced to make a choice between four people and sixteen people, but he didn’t tell me what kind of choice you made.”

*See chapter 15 for the explanation.

“He’s really troublesome,” Lin Chen said, lowering his head, looking gloomy. He seemed to have no energy for any teasing. But that was Lin Chen. After a while, he seemed to have made up his mind. He raised his head, looked directly into Xing Conglian’s eyes, and asked firmly, “So, do you want to hear my version?”

……

To hear the story, alcohol was needed—that was the agreement Lin Chen made with him initially.

Xing Conglian rushed downstairs, bought two cans of Yongchuan beer from the convenience store, and then returned. This time, Lin Chen didn’t run away again. Instead, he leisurely placed two chairs facing the window and propped his feet up on the windowsill. On his knee lay the 1975 edition of <American Psychologist> they had just found.

As Lin Chen flipped through the collection, his back in a white shirt looked like the kind of senior most popular among girls on campus.

Xing Conglian felt at ease and didn’t mind whatever story he was about to hear.

He walked over, used the beer can to lightly touch Lin Chen’s face, and Lin Chen kissed the back of his hand. Then, he reached out to take the beer, opened the can with a “pop”, and took a big sip.

Xing Conglian didn’t say anything and just sat down on the nearby stool. He hooked his arm around Lin Chen’s back and, like Lin Chen, propped his feet up on the windowsill.

After drinking some beer, Lin Chen’s cheeks were slightly flushed, but he wasn’t drunk.

“Fu Hao told you about the trolley problem.” Lin Chen asked, “How did he describe it specifically?”

“He said there were 20 children playing on the tracks for some reason. Four people suggested to the other 16 that they should go to the other side of the tracks because a train was coming on the path they were on. But the remaining 16 children didn’t listen and chose to stay where they were. At that moment, a train passed and crashed into those 16 people. You were the one who had the chance to pull the lever to change the direction of the train and sacrifice the few to save the majority.” Xing Conglian summarized concisely. “Fu Hao probably presented the problem like this, but he didn’t tell me the outcome.”

“Do you want to know the result?” Lin Chen asked.

“I think the result doesn’t matter,” Xing Conglian answered.

Lin Chen didn’t expect him to say that and looked at him strangely, but then almost whispered to himself, “How can the result not matter?”

“Because this is a dilemma with almost no correct answer.” Xing Conglian took a sip of beer. “I remember this should be an ethical problem?”

“In fact, it is the most famous thought experiment in the field of moral philosophy, first proposed by Philippa Foot* in 1967. It was aimed at critiquing utilitarianism and attacking Kant’s moral duty theory. The original version was not like this, and now this experiment has been transformed into various versions, but it still holds profound significance.”

*English Philosopher and one of the founders of contemporary virtue ethics, who was inspired by the ethics of Aristotle.

“Philosophers always play with fire; this is a very dangerous question,” Xing Conglian said. “In this problem, it explores the duty and responsibility of the trolley operator, as well as the value of life between the majority and the minority. However, once the debate reaches its end, it’s easy to fall into moral nihilism. Both the proponents and opponents of pulling the lever will be stubborn, insisting that their viewpoint is inevitably correct. At some moment during the confrontation, everyone suddenly realizes that there is no such thing as morality or immorality, right or wrong.”

“Your perspectives are always so unique.” Lin Chen raised his beer can and lightly touched it against Xing Conglian’s. “I want to hear more details from you.”

“Choices represent different value systems. Taking the lever as an example, if the trolley operator pulls the lever and directs the train to collide with fewer people to save the majority, then he indirectly acknowledges the value system that considers the lives of the majority more important than those of the minority. Moreover, in modern society, this action is equivalent to violating social rules, depriving others of their right to life—in other words, killing.”

“What if he doesn’t make any choice?” Lin Chen asked.

“Not making a choice is also a choice,” Xing Conglian replied. “He believes he must abide by the social rules and cannot save some people’s lives by depriving others of theirs. In this choice, there is also a trap. He is essentially admitting that, after following social rules, the lives of the minority are more worth protecting than those of the majority. If each person’s life is of infinite value, unable to be measured by a cumulative quantity, then why, after adding social rules, does this become measurable?”

“But it sounds like the latter choice is better?” Lin Chen smiled, with a peaceful expression. “After all, if we generalize it, rules and justice are superior, and rules maintain the normal operation of human civilization.”

Xing Conglian paused, not expecting Lin Chen to respond like this. “If that’s really the inference, then the former choice—upholding the interests of the vast majority of humanity and ensuring human survival—happens to be the reason for establishing social rules and maintaining social normalcy in the latter choice.” He felt that the questioner was being unreasonable. “So, in essence, both choices are forms of moral utilitarianism—the former is situational utilitarianism, and the latter is rule utilitarianism. They lead to the same conclusion, so this kind of questioning is meaningless.”

“No, I still think it is full of significance.” Lin Chen unusually opposed his viewpoint. He took a sip of the beer, slightly tipsy, and said, “Philosophers design such questions to contemplate human past experiences and future fate, through speculation to explore human’s intrinsic moral thinking and external social systems. This itself is an incredibly elegant thing.” He spoke with determination and raised the plain green beer can towards the sun as if he were paying tribute to someone from afar.

At this moment, the sun’s warmth was no longer as scorching as at noon; it seemed gentle and affectionate.

Outside the window, the trees were verdant, and everything was green, creating a pleasant view.

Xing Conglian raised his beer can and took a big gulp, feeling that within the questions and answers, Lin Chen had led him to the core of the issue. However, he found contemplating and answering such hypothetical questions to be irritating and difficult.

But Lin Chen had genuinely experienced such a moral dilemma, and yet, such an experience didn’t fundamentally destroy him. He remained steadfast in his beliefs and had great respect for the world.

As Xing Conglian looked at Lin Chen’s profile while he toasted, he couldn’t help but reach out and touch his face.

Lin Chen turned his head, with a hint of surprise in his expression.

“Hey, what’s wrong?” Lin Chen used his thumb to wipe his nose as he asked.

“So, Lin Chen, what choice did you make at that time?”


Kinky Thoughts:

There are a lot of philosophical ideas discussed in this chapter. Kantianism, named after Immanuel Kant, is the theory that in order to act morally, people must act from duty. He further argues that it’s not the consequences of the actions that make them right or wrong, but the motives of the person who carries it out.

You can read more about it, and how deontology was formed by going to the Wikipedia. Modern deontology explains that the morality of an action is based on whether the action itself is right or wrong under a series of rules and principles rather than the consequences of the action.

The Trolley Problem presents a criticism in that whatever decision the trolley operator makes, it’s hard to say whether that decision was “morally correct”.


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Criminal Psychology Ch264

Author: 长洱 / Chang’er

Translator: Kinky || https://kinkytranslations.com/


Chapter 264

Hongjing Library hadn’t undergone renovation and still retained the style from the early days of the country’s founding, with lush greenery and abundant flowers and trees.

In the early years, thanks to the assistance of certain social philanthropists, the library’s collection of books was rich, comparable to some provincial-level major libraries or renowned university libraries, especially in terms of periodicals, reaching an astonishing quantity.

Lin Chen held his hand as they entered the library. At the front desk, he let go and casually introduced him to the situation of the Hongjing Library and the reason for coming here to find periodicals.

Xing Conglian was taken aback, feeling that this matter sounded familiar.

Lin Chen quickly noticed and glanced at him, helplessly shaking his head. He took a step back, assuming an attitude of “if you know it, you handle it.”

Xing Conglian also felt helpless, so he stepped forward and showed his police officer badge. They were soon led to the collection of periodicals on the top floor.

As soon as the door opened, a unique and heavy atmosphere of volumes filled the air.

The hanging lamps lit up one after another, but they couldn’t fully illuminate the vast bookshelves that seemed to stretch endlessly. The collection of books was vast, like clouds, with only a faint glimmer of light coming through the windows at the top. Despite it being late summer, Xing Conglian couldn’t help but shiver from the chill in the air.

However, Lin Chen seemed unfazed and moved among the bookshelves like a fish in water. Soon, he stopped in front of the two rows of shelves belonging to the field of psychology.

Xing Conglian followed his gaze, looking up until the very top.

Each level of the massive iron shelves was filled with collections of documents, with different shades and conditions, some new and some old. It was evident that, relying solely on their strength, finding something like “30:1103-1126” from here was like looking for a needle in a haystack.

So he asked Lin Chen if they needed help but received a negative answer.

With his hands in his pockets, Lin Chen maintained a prolonged upward gaze. His profile was blurred in the massive shadow of the bookshelves. He seemed to be immersed in deep thought, but at certain moments, he appeared extremely alert. This made Xing Conglian feel as if he was competing with some unseen opponent. Although they had never met, the shadow was real.

Finally, Lin Chen spoke. “If these numbers truly represent references from an academic journal, then ’30’ stands for a certain year’s issue or volume of a publication, and ‘1103-1126’ generally represents the corresponding page numbers.”

Xing Conglian was astonished and couldn’t help taking a step back. “Are we supposed to flip through them one by one? There are just too many.”

Lin Chen glanced at him, and from his gaze, Xing Conglian realized his frustration.

“I might not be well-educated, but you can’t do this without me!” He quickly interpreted the meaning from Lin Chen’s eyes and retorted.

However, Lin Chen turned away without a word, leaving him with his back.

Xing Conglian widened his eyes, about to say something, but then realized that Lin Chen’s target was the few old computers by the innermost bookshelf.

Those computers were probably the oldest models one could find in the city, with heavy monitors and trackballs in the mouse. Post-00s would probably never have seen such huge devices.

But Lin Chen seemed to be familiar with them. He tapped on each keyboard, finding that none of the screens lit up. So he bent down and plugged in one of the computers, then waited with some delay for the even slower boot-up process.

Xing Conglian walked over and asked, “Why don’t we get Wang Chao to handle this?”

“Because it’s simple enough not to need him,” Lin Chen replied.

They waited for quite a while until the computer finally turned on.

Lin Chen opened a scholarly search software and casually entered the string of numbers. He sorted the documents based on the number of citations.

The computer screen was very dim, as if it was about to lose power, and then the page slowly unfolded.

Xing Conglian stood beside Lin Chen, looking down.

On the screen were densely packed paper titles, with “30:1103-1126” highlighted in red. These numbers mostly appeared in the references section, indicating that Lin Chen’s direction was correct.

Mortality associated with influenza and respiratory syncytial virus in the United States.

……

Communication system having unified messaging…

The papers covered various fields, but Lin Chen’s speed was very steady. He kept scrolling the pages up and down. During this process, Xing Conglian saw two papers related to psychology and wanted to stop Lin Chen. However, when he looked at Lin Chen, he noticed that his gaze was calm and composed. He decisively skipped those two papers, as if he had a clear goal and was just looking for something specific.

Due to Lin Chen’s clear direction and purpose, Xing Conglian had a bad feeling. Lin Chen seemed too familiar with this process, as if he had experienced it before.

The document library was extremely quiet, and only the desktop computer hummed softly. Xing Conglian felt as if he was watching Lin Chen enter another realm, and he couldn’t help but want to interrupt the process and pull Lin Chen out of it.

“How can you be sure that this economic paper is not what we’re looking for?” He pointed to a paper and asked Lin Chen.

“Because there is no hyphen between the keywords ‘1103’ and ‘1126’,” Lin Chen replied.

“What exactly are you looking for, and can I help? Is it possible that the paper you’re looking for is not in English but in French, Russian, Chinese, or something else?”

“No,” Lin Chen interrupted him, and his hand, which was dragging the mouse, came to a halt.

“Why not?”

“Because English is the most widely used language in the world,” Lin Chen said.

Xing Conglian really wanted to ask what it meant for a language to be the most widely used, but Lin Chen had already opened one of the papers and mumbled to himself, “Found it.”

On the conflicts between biological and social evolution and between psychology and moral tradition.

The author was Doland T. Campbell1, and it was published in the <American Psychologist>2. Xing Conglian noticed that the publication date of this paper was 1975.

1Was an American social scientist. He is noted for his work in methodology. He coined the term evolutionary epistemology and developed a selectionist theory of human creativity.
2A peer-reviewed academic journal published by the American Psychological Association. The journal publishes articles of broad interest to psychologists, including empirical reports and scholarly reviews covering science, practice, education, and policy, and occasionally publishes special issues on relevant topics in the field of psychology.

1975, that seemed quite ancient.

“Is this the one?” he asked uncertainly.

But Lin Chen had already taken out a ballpoint pen from his pocket and copied a series of numbers in his palm. Then, he shut down the computer and returned to the iron bookshelves, beginning to search through the thousands of bound documents using the labels.

Xing Conglian could barely keep up with this sudden change of pace. The library was so empty that he had to fill the silence with his voice. “Can’t we just download it directly? Do we have to go back to find the original?”

Lin Chen didn’t answer him but mechanically moved his gaze, scanning through rows of new and old books and magazines. Finally, he stopped at a certain spot.

“Is it here? Are we looking for 1975?” Xing Conglian asked.

But Lin Chen stood rigidly in place, opening his palm, glancing at the numbers, and then raising his head, but he suddenly froze.

Xing Conglian’s bad premonition grew stronger. He noticed that the ballpoint pen in Lin Chen’s palm was even soaked with sweat.

Following Lin Chen’s gaze upward, Xing Conglian looked at the row of <American Psychologist>: 1973, 1974, 1976, 1977…

1974, 1976…

He finally realized why Lin Chen was so tense. Among this row of journals, there was no volume for 1975.

Perhaps someone had taken it early, or there might be some other reason for its disappearance. But no matter what, the missing volume seemed to be related to the person who sent them the message to come here.

And the missing 1975 volume answered his previous question—why they couldn’t download the original directly.

Xing Conglian patted Lin Chen’s shoulder, and the latter trembled. He finally clenched his fist and said, “Xing Conglian, put on your gloves and take down these volumes.”

Lin Chen spoke while clearly padding his foot, using his fingertips to glide over several volumes from around 1975.

Xing Conglian didn’t know what Lin Chen was going to do, but he still found a ladder leaning in the corner as instructed, climbed up, and retrieved those few books.

The moment he pulled open the heavy periodicals, he understood why Lin Chen asked him to do this. It was another extremely precise judgment.

Among the four volumes he took out, the missing 1975 bound volume lay there.

In the light, dust floated, and the thick collection lay quietly in the space behind the books. Xing Conglian was motionless for a moment until Lin Chen’s voice awakened him.

“Did you find it?” Lin Chen asked.

Xing Conglian lowered his head, and Lin Chen looked up at him from below, his brows showing anxiety.

“It’s back there,” he said.

Lin Chen’s face turned deathly pale at a visible speed. Xing Conglian put the four volumes back in their place, climbed down the ladder, nodded at Lin Chen, and then looked at the desk by the window, gesturing for Lin Chen to go there and talk.

Lin Chen slowly dragged a backrest chair; his clothes were thin, and he sat down like an elderly person on the verge of death. The summer sunlight outside couldn’t warm him.

“Can you tell me what we’re going to find here?” Xing Conglian asked while pressing his gloved hand on the book.

“I don’t know,” Lin Chen replied.

“But you knew to come here, knew that a simple online database search wouldn’t work, knew how to find the exact paper with just a few numbers in this vast library. You even knew where this ‘missing’ periodical was hidden. I think you should know what you’re looking for here,” Xing Conglian asked very calmly.

“Perhaps I’ll find a word,” Lin Chen answered simply.

“What word?”

“Blind arbiters.”

“What does this word mean?”

“Blind arbiters can be translated as ‘blind arbitrators’. It has nothing to do with sports or politics and is commonly found in books about human morality and human evolution. It probably refers to the fact that the natural environment has no intention when selecting species. The work of nature is purely mechanical, so the role nature plays is more like that of a blind arbitrator.”

“I don’t understand,” Xing Conglian said straightforwardly.

“Because nature is blind, it is not as meticulous, cautious, and careful as early humans thought. We cannot find any sense of fairness and spiritual comfort in the blind nature. This also leads to a consequence…”

Lin Chen’s profound gaze shifted over, and even though it was a very dull and stereotypical academic topic, Xing Conglian couldn’t help but shiver along.

“What consequence?”

“So, both the formation of the natural world and the formation of human society are merely terrible accidents. The world has no ultimate purpose, no so-called order and reason, and of course, there is no ‘good’ or ‘evil’ that we humans create.”

Lin Chen stopped talking.

Xing Conglian thought of the “Moral Tradition” at the end of the paper’s title and also thought of the choice Lin Chen had made before. This association had no logical basis, but he didn’t ask further. Instead, he chose to open the journal in front of him and flip to page 1103.

The white paper reflected the dazzling sunlight, and each English character looked uneven. Before him lay an area he had never touched before; a territory belonging to Lin Chen.

Xing Conglian’s eyes quickly scanned the page and stopped soon after because he saw that someone had written a sentence in very small pencil letters within the book’s seams.

The handwriting was gentle, and the tone was like a whisper, but it made one feel like falling into an abyss.

—My Dear, did you make the right choice?

Someone asked like so.


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Bu Tian Gang Ch153

Author: 梦溪石 / Meng Xi Shi

Translator: Kinky || https://kinkytranslations.com/


Chapter 153

As Long Shen jumped down, all the demonic qi seemed to be led by him and disappeared before everyone’s eyes.

In that instant, Dong Zhi’s mind went completely blank until he heard the shout of “Quickly seal the passage,” which made him react.

Li Han’er was quick-witted. When Dong Zhi rushed out, she also reached out to grab his clothes. However, Dong Zhi’s speed was too fast, and she couldn’t catch him. He had already entered the formation and headed straight for the abyss!

“Stop him!” Song Zhicun shouted.

But at the same time as these words were spoken, Dong Zhi hardly hesitated at all and had already jumped in.

Following him, Liu Si and Yu Buhui’s figures leaped in one after another.

Li Han’er gazed blankly at the crack leading to the abyss, feeling far more shaken than what her eyes could see. Her feelings for Long Shen had actually faded over time, but the more she couldn’t have him, the more she couldn’t forget him. Human nature always regrets and clings to the things it cannot obtain. She was no exception. However, just now, at that critical moment, she realized that she couldn’t be like Dong Zhi, who followed without hesitation. She recognized that she wasn’t on the same level as Dong Zhi, Liu Si, and Yu Buhui. That hidden regret in her heart was completely dispelled.

He Yu and Liu Qingbo also wanted to follow. Liu Qingbo’s subconscious thought wasn’t about considering the danger; he just found the idea of visiting the abyss quite thrilling, even if it meant risking his life. But He Yu couldn’t leave his position in the formation, and Liu Qingbo was held back by Yang Shouyi. By the time he broke free, Yu Buhui had already jumped in, leaving his spot unguarded. Song Zhicun ordered him to guard the vacated spot, forcing Liu Qingbo to abandon all thoughts of exploring the abyss.

However, when they heard that Song Zhicun was about to completely seal the passage, the group displayed strong reactions.

He Yu’s response was particularly intense. “No, they still have a chance to come out. What if we seal it now?”

Song Zhicun’s voice turned hoarse as he said, “Do you think I want to do this? Don’t forget why Long Shen sacrificed himself! The demonic qi is only temporarily suppressed; we must seal it immediately so as not to waste their efforts!”

He Yu couldn’t refute his words and could only suggest, “The formation can still hold for two more days. Let’s wait two more days, and if they haven’t come out by then, we can seal it, okay?”

Song Zhicun didn’t wish for Long Shen and the others to die, but now, maintaining the seven positions in the formation depended not only on him and He Yu but also on others. Whether they could hold on for two more days was also a question.

Amidst the silence and dilemma, Liu Qingbo spoke up first. “I can hold on for two more days!”

Sect Master Zhang and Sect Master Zheng also claimed they could do it.

Sect master Xing, who was resting nearby, said, “My injuries are not serious, and I can replace anyone at any time.”

Li Han’er and the others also spoke up one after another. Even the elderly Living Buddha declared that he could persist. Looking at everyone’s expressions, perhaps some of them didn’t have such a deep bond with Long Shen, but at this moment, after everyone had already endured several days and nights, they were all willing to hold on for two more days because it might save a few lives.

Song Zhicun sighed and finally made a decision. “Then let’s wait two more days!”

……

If it hadn’t been for experiencing it firsthand, Dong Zhi would have found it hard to believe that there could be such a deep tunnel beneath the ground.

It wasn’t pitch-black before his eyes; instead, a floating red light appeared at the end, piercing through layers of mist into his sight. He couldn’t see Long Shen, nor did he feel any pain from the invasion of the demonic qi. Perhaps the protective aura around his body was working, but he felt as if he hadn’t fallen underground but rather entered a different space.

Countless voices swept by his ears, with sharp complaints, hysterical roars, and all the hidden desires of people’s hearts in the world, completely revealed to him at this moment.

I’ve accompanied my husband through years of hardship, and now that we have money, he’s cheating and having an affair with another woman. I really want to poison him and his mistress!

Why is it that we entered the company at the same time, and I am more capable than her, yet she gets promoted and I don’t? It’s all because she is prettier than me!

This woman is already a fallen woman, and she dares to mention breaking up with me. I doubt any man would want her!

The child is mine, and I can beat him however I want. Even if he dies, it’s perfectly justified. Do I need someone else to teach me a lesson?

He deserves to be cuckolded because he keeps showing off his wealth. Isn’t it all because he got lucky and married a rich woman?

You were born poor, and you deserve to be treated as lower class!

……

Dong Zhi never thought he would be here, listening to the ugliest and most malicious thoughts hidden deep in people’s hearts.

As a human, especially one who grew up in an ordinary environment, Dong Zhi had interacted with many people like this and had seen many appalling and infuriating news reports, but that was all at a distance. Due to the constraints of peer pressure, social morality, and the law, many people didn’t reveal the darkness lurking within their hearts.

Dong Zhi himself was generally optimistic and positive. Even when his parents died in a car accident and he became dissatisfied with his job, he didn’t feel abandoned by society. This could be seen from the fact that, despite encountering strange and terrifying incidents on the train, he didn’t give up on his journey and continued forward.

It wasn’t that he didn’t have negative emotions; it was just that he didn’t let them linger in his heart for too long, nor did he let those dark and malicious thoughts dominate him. So when he suddenly received so much darkness, it was as if all the malice in the world poured over him in a matter of seconds, drowning him in boundless despair.

In this darkness, even if one retained their sanity, they would slowly be eroded and assimilated, eventually turning into a mindless monster, just like Otowa Yasuhiko.

This was the true abyss of hell!

The downward momentum continued. Dong Zhi forced himself not to care about it. Instead, he focused all his willpower on resisting these evil thoughts. The incessant voices still lingered around him, almost making Dong Zhi feel like he was a person full of resentment, wishing everyone dead. He struggled to summon a thought and let out a loud roar in his meditation.

Get away from me!

As the words left his mouth, he felt a buzzing in his ears. The evil thoughts seemed stunned by his outburst and fell silent for a moment.

But before he could relax, a torrent of evil thoughts surged once again, breaking through his protective aura. Dong Zhi was so angry that he almost wanted to curse these evil thoughts and their ancestors for eighteen generations like Liu Qingbo.

It was said that hell had eighteen layers, and while that might just be a legend, this abyss of hell was undoubtedly a multi-layered space. If Long Shen and he were scattered into different spaces, how would he find him?

Moreover, before leaping into the abyssal passage, Long Shen had already absorbed almost enough demonic qi to turn half of the human world into a hell. Would he even remember who he was?

The emotions of sadness and despair almost overwhelmed him, and the content from the notebook resurfaced in his mind. Dong Zhi could almost remember every symbol on it. The idea of reaching a dead end penetrated his body through his fingertips, quickly spreading through his limbs. He closed his eyes, allowing himself to plummet rapidly in the dark abyss. The demonic qi surged from all directions, breaking through his protective aura. The demonic qi was about to touch his body when suddenly his Changshou Sword vibrated slightly. The Changshou Sword unsheathed itself and flew out from behind him.

The sword light swept through, instantly shattering the surrounding demonic qi. But the Changshou Sword didn’t dim afterward; it continued to float above his head as if protecting him.

The glimmering sword light startled Dong Zhi, and his mind became clear. He realized that his emotions had almost been influenced by the demonic qi just now.

If demonic qi in the human world was relatively weak, needing an opportunity to strike its prey, then this abyss of hell was its territory. Humans here became the outsiders, easily trapped like flies in a spider’s web with no escape, just waiting to be devoured.

Even if he might never be able to leave again, since he had risked his life to jump down here, no matter what, he had to find Long Shen. He must bring Long Shen back to the human world.

Humans were fragile, with a lifespan of only a few decades. Faced with disease and death, they had no resistance. Humans were susceptible to various external influences, indulging in fame, wealth, and emotions, unable to extricate themselves. However, humans were also powerful; they could fear nothing, calmly face death, and endure endless hardships. All because—

A single thought could change everything, making them invincible.

……

Liu Si and Yu Buhui stood there, looking at the boundless sea in a daze. They didn’t quite understand how they ended up here.

Originally, Liu Si had been standing behind Dong Zhi. When he saw Dong Zhi rushing into the formation and jumping into the pit, he didn’t think too much and followed suit. However, after coming down, they didn’t find the scene they imagined—no piles of corpses and blood, but a serene blue sea and silver sand. Moreover, instead of Dong Zhi, who should have been in front of him, it was Yu Buhui who appeared next to Liu Si.

“Why did you come down?” Liu Si asked Yu Buhui.

Yu Buhui scratched his chin. “I saw Senior Brother jumping down, and I instinctively stood up to stop him. But I couldn’t grab him, and then some short-lived brat behind me pushed me, and I fell straight down.”

Liu Si: …

This bizarre explanation made him stare at Yu Buhui for several seconds, and the latter responded with an innocent expression.

Liu Si sighed and withdrew his gaze, asking, “What should we do now?”

However, Yu Buhui seemed interested in him. “You’re not human?”

The question sounded like an insult, and Liu Si looked at him for a while, as if trying to confirm if Yu Buhui was doing it on purpose, before nodding.

There weren’t many artifacts that had successfully cultivated into human form in the world. Most of them didn’t want to be bound by the Special Administration Bureau because once they entered it, their true form and origin would be recorded. However, Yu Buhui didn’t have the authority to access all the files, so he naturally didn’t know Liu Si’s true form.

“An artifact spirit?” he asked.

“Willow tree,” Liu Si replied without any concealment.

But Yu Buhui’s reaction was unexpected. After Liu Si revealed his true form, Yu Buhui’s eyes suddenly brightened, and that surprised look didn’t escape Liu Si’s notice.

“Do you have any questions?”

Yu Buhui: “I am a spirit weapon that took human form, the Fish Intestines Sword*.”

*As confirmed, this is the sword that Ou Yezi made that was used by Helü of Wu to assassinate his uncle, Liao of Wu. It was hidden in a cooked fish presented to King Liao at a banquet. As a result of the assassination, the blade gained a reputation for causing its user to be disloyal.

Liu Si nodded and didn’t inquire further.

He wasn’t a talkative person, nor was he curious by nature. He was more suitable for being a team member who followed orders rather than a leader who led the charge and gave commands. In a way, Liu Si’s personality was somewhat related to his true form—gentle, quiet, and capable but lacking a strong presence. However, with him around, there was an additional reliable force, which was enough to reassure others.

They were surrounded by the vast sea, and behind them was an endless forest. Under their feet was soft, clean beach sand. Liu Si looked around and hesitated, “Is this really the abyss of hell?”

Yu Buhui suddenly smiled ambiguously. “Maybe I know why.”

Liu Si looked puzzled.

Yu Buhui asked in return, “What do you think hell should be like?”

Liu Si naturally replied, “Of course, it should be a place of knives and seas of fire, with oil pots above and—”

He spoke quickly, but Yu Buhui acted even faster, covering his mouth with his hand. However, it was too late. As the first half of his words came out, the refreshing ocean aura before his eyes was instantly replaced by scorching waves and flames. The soft silver sand they stood on turned into iron chains that only accommodated one foot, with the chains violently shaking, and below was a blazing sea of fire with flashing sharp knives in the flames.

Screams echoed around them as many numb-looking people fell from the iron chains, pierced by the sharp knives, and blood splattered everywhere. However, they struggled to get up, reaching out to grab the iron chains.

Everything seemed like an illusion.

Liu Si stood steadily on the iron chains, maintaining his balance no matter how much they swayed, but he was completely confused by the scene before him.

“An illusion?” he asked.

Yu Buhui: “It’s real.”

Liu Si pointed to someone who had already had three to four blood holes pierced by a sharp knife but still hadn’t died, still struggling on the brink of death, and asked, “Is that real too?”

Yu Buhui said, “It’s all real. I finally understand where Otowa Yasuhiko’s ability to manipulate the mirror space comes from. The demonic qi he obtained from the stone box originally belonged to the power of the abyss of hell. But Otowa only got a glimpse of it, so reality and illusion were mixed together. However, this place is the source of all darkness, able to grant any desire. If you want a place with knives and seas of fire, it will give you that. If you want a serene blue sea and silver sand, it will give you that too. It’s all real. The people you see here are actually the various desires and resentments of countless beings in the world. The mortal world is an abyss of desires, and everyone is rolling in it. This place is a mirror world of the mortal world.”

Liu Si frowned, carefully considering his words, and after a while, he said, “So, the abyss of hell is actually related to the human world. Even if the Special Administration Bureau seals the passage, is there still a possibility for us to leave?”

Yu Buhui: “Perhaps. This is just my speculation, and it needs to be verified. But you must not think of knives and seas of fire again. Falling down there is no fun. If I’m not mistaken, the flames below are hellfire. It’s not the Red Lotus karmic fire used to cleanse sins in Buddhism but the endless hellfire* that can make souls scatter. Even if we have tough bodies, we won’t be able to withstand it.”

*Clarity: Hellfire refers to karmic fire that represents the fires of hell that burn sinners. The red lotus karmic fire is a specific fire in hell that burns with a red lotus flame and is used as punishment for sinners. The sinners burned by it are purified and their souls cleansed, allowing them to eventually be reborn and start their karma cycle again. 

Meanwhile, in the boundless darkness, the demonic qi, like the air in the mortal realm, gave birth to the purest dark life here.

This is the end of all realms, perpetually devoid of the light’s touch, where any living being other than the demonic qi itself would perish and cease to exist.

The demonic qi slowly condensed, gradually forming the outline of a man. If Dong Zhi were here, he would surely recognize him.

Unfortunately, Dong Zhi couldn’t possibly come here. He was still struggling for survival at the edge of hell, resisting the onslaught of malicious thoughts intending to take advantage of him.

The man finally took shape. He possessed a handsome face and a tall figure that, in the mortal realm, would attract the attention of any opposite sex. However, the surging demonic qi emanating from him was an unimaginably powerful force that could never exist in the mortal world. Due to the limitations imposed by the laws of the heavens, any power that exceeded the limits of space would automatically be rejected by the world unless it tore open a crack connecting the worlds.

The original Eight-Direction Demon-Sealing Array was precisely one such crack left behind from ancient times. It was sealed artificially, and with the destruction of the eye of the array, the dormant demonic qi in the abyss of hell was awakened, and the serene demonic qi began to boil again. Long Shen was an excellent sacrifice who had fallen into the abyss at this very moment.

He slowly opened his eyes. There were no whites in his eyes; the eyeballs were entirely occupied by black, like dense ink or an unceasingly burning black fire.

“I am… Mara…”

The man displayed a lazy smile and spoke a sentence in ancient Sanskrit. He lowered his head, looking at his own slender and fair palm, where the black demonic qi flowed, containing enough power to destroy the heavens and the earth.

“… No, I am Long Shen.”

After a moment, he continued, his mouth twitching, struggling to speak.

At this moment, his face seemed to split into two halves: one half was filled with anger, and the other half with wickedness.

Just like when Ming Xian was possessed by the demonic qi, losing control of his body and will, and had to be killed by Tang Jing, Long Shen was now facing a similar situation.

The difference was that back then, only a trace of demonic qi invaded Ming Xian, but now, Long Shen had absorbed nearly half of the abyss of hell’s demonic qi. The immense demonic qi tormented him and awakened the great demon sleeping within.

This time, it wasn’t a mere incarnation or a lingering spirit; he encountered the Lord of Demons, Mara.

The body that had already been taken over by Mara’s presence casually flicked a finger, igniting a black flame at will. The flame gradually expanded in the air, instantly bursting open like fireworks, forming a magnificent scene.

As a heavenly demon feared even by the Buddha, Mara’s expression, even if wearing Long Shen’s skin, possessed an indescribable strangeness. The strength and evilness displayed by the demon’s incarnation summoned in the Xianda Village had already shocked Dong Zhi to the core but compared to the real Lord of Demon in front of him, it was simply insignificant.

“Let me see what has enabled you to hold on until now.” A taunting laughter rang in Long Shen’s ears. Clearly, it was his own voice coming from his body, but it felt so unfamiliar to him. His mouth slowly overflowed with blood as the demonic qi surged and filled his body. His own will was visibly weakening.


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Full Server First Kill Ch12

Author: 年终 / Nian Zhong

Translator: Kinky || https://kinkytranslations.com/


Chapter 12: Two Hundred Years

They eventually chose the inn where the Rizzi Caravan stayed, and Teest booked a luxury suite directly.

Luxury suites were all separate houses, surrounded by colorful flowers, like a giant garden. Naturally, the price of a good house was staggering. Only two of the large luxury suites were rented out previously. One was rented to a female relative of the Alva Merchant Group, and the other was occupied by a young noble.

Nol barely saw one of the neighbors. It was a young redhead with a tall bodyguard following him. However, the distance between houses was quite far, and the view was mostly blocked by clusters of flowers, so there didn’t seem to be any need to greet.

Needless to say, Nol liked this design. No one would complain about too much privacy, and not having to greet was even better.

Nol and Teest’s suite was divided into five rooms, structured like a set of “吕口吕” characters—a large living room in the middle, with four smaller rooms around it serving as separate bedrooms, bathrooms, and a small kitchen. On the table in the center of the living room, hotel staff decorated a large bouquet of yellow roses and baby’s breath and also provided baked cookies and cupcakes. The two bedrooms were diagonally opposite each other, and the soundproofing was pretty good.

Nol went to his bedroom, which was about ten square meters and furnished with a soft double bed and wooden table and chairs. He decisively closed the curtains, leaving the four moons out of sight.

He naturally wasn’t planning to sleep.

Nol spread out the parchment paper provided by the inn and began to organize the information about Whitebird City in his memory.

Whitebird City was located on the northern border of Shidina and didn’t involve the main plot. Its only significance was “the city that caravans must pass through”.

The city was indeed ruled by the Swain family. But in Nol’s impression, Lord Swain was a wealthy old man with a living wife, and their six children were all grown up.

Nol dabbed the paper with his quill. He wasn’t quite used to this kind of dip pen.

Whitebird City had a mainline NPC named “Kermit the Old Craftsman”. He was a reliable, weird old man who opened a magic item store in Whitebird City. Nol needed to check it out tomorrow. If the store was as described, he could get a lot of good stuff.

After all, they couldn’t be chasing a killer in rags.

Nol sat at the desk all night, finishing the “Whitebird City Operation Guide”. With the remaining time, he burned the Dragon Corpse Notebook and rewrote it in ink that was blood. This time he was meticulous and careful, writing the new magic on just one page.

Next to the self-created magic circle, Nol wrote a note in the common language:

[Necromancy: Consumes 10~100 MP, summons 1 low-level undead; this spell prioritizes consuming magical materials; the caster’s minimum consumption is 1 MP/unit.]

[※The stronger the low-level undead, the more magic power is consumed.]

Summoned monsters had their own attributes, irrelevant to the strength of the summoner, which was very suitable for him now. Nol wanted to figure out a higher-level necromancy but was afraid that the Dragon Corpse Notebook couldn’t handle it.

The truth was cruel. Even if Nol could create magic, he couldn’t escape the basic rule of “the stronger the magic, the greater the consumption”. He could cast weak spells within 100 MP on his own, but to increase his firepower, he had to rely on the power of the Dragon Corpse Notebook.

But the Dragon Corpse Notebook was like a disposable power bank. If he used it up, he’d have to carry a mountain of magical materials everywhere.

He must first solve the attrition problem of the notebook.

The sunlight leaked in through the gaps in the curtains. Nol snapped his fingers and burned the written parchment with will-o’-wisps. When he stood up, there wasn’t even a trace of ash left on the table.

In the morning, Teest planned to purchase clothes and supplies, while Nol was eager to visit the magic item store. After a brief discussion, they decided to go their separate ways.

“I’ll buy your clothes too,” Teest said. “Remember to look around a lot. We still have the City Lord’s daughter to find.”

“Are you buying alone?”

Teest waved his hand. “I know your size. Don’t forget, you were quite ‘honest’ back then.”

“…….”

Nol exhaled with a poker face. Just then, he noticed a small change—

Teest had hidden the Player’s earring.

Back in the novice village, Nol heard from Bly. He said the Player’s earring couldn’t be removed. Even if the ear was cut off, it would grow back with the earring. To hide the “Player” identity, you had to cover your ears or disguise the earring. Teest clearly chose the latter.

With Teest’s striking silver-white long hair, the earring was usually barely visible under the hair strands. Now, he glued the earring pendant to his earlobe, painted it silver, and added half a pearl, making it look like a pearl earring with silver edges, which blended seamlessly with his silver hair.

He even made a pair for his right ear, making it even harder to spot any flaws. With that handsome face, these makeshift “new earrings” actually looked quite fitting.

Nol didn’t know how many gadgets Teest had hidden in his waist bag. Shaking his head, he left the room.

……

“Kermit’s Magic Shop” was even more exaggerated than in the conceptual draft.

This building was made of wood, leaning at odd angles with three stories. It was sandwiched between two tall walls, old and narrow, like a leaf stuck between teeth. Nol pushed the door open, nearly getting smacked in the face by a dried lizard hanging from the doorway.

The inside of the shop was even messier than the outside. 80% of the entire space was filled with shelves placed haphazardly, cluttered with goods—dried reptile corpses, jars filled with insect wings or spiders curled up, all sorts of unidentified minerals, leathers, and dried herbs. Thick books were crammed wherever space permitted, and metal tools piled up in corners.

They were all covered in a thick layer of dust, making them look almost the same color.

“Wow, a customer!” Just as Nol was pushing aside the dried lizard, a young man slid down from a ladder.

“I’m the boss here, Bob.” The young man had short ginger hair that clung to his scalp, long slender limbs, and a big round nose. He extended his hand, which was smeared with a yellowish-green sticky substance, to Nol.

Nol stood up straight, not shaking the extended hand. “You’re the boss? Where’s Kermit?”

Bob whistled. “Where have you been? You’re really behind on the news! Kermit disappeared two hundred years ago.”

“…What?”

“I said, he disappeared two hundred years ago. He was the master of my master’s master… or something like that,” Bob said. “He went with the hero, Drake, to the Endless Sea to defeat the Demon King at the edge of the world. Everyone knows, ships that sail to the Endless Sea never return.”

“What do you want with someone who died two hundred years ago?”

Nol stood there as if frozen.

How could this be?

The leader of the Dragon Clan was still Subelbot, the novice village hadn’t changed, and the Players had just arrived… Nol subconsciously thought that this world was still in the process of “the main storyline of the game”.

Even though “Tahe World” had AI assistance, the main storyline was still fully controlled by the production team. Nol was sure they designed events spanning about ten years at most within the game.

Old Craftsman Kermit, the Dragonblood Hero Drake… These were characters they designed themselves. Especially the hero Drake; he was an indispensable main storyline character.

And now, they all belonged to two hundred years ago.

Even the monsters encountered in the novice village weren’t as frightening to Nol as this news. Whether it was the extra moons and gods or the bugged dungeons and systems, their foundation was still the game—the world he knew so well, the golden era he helped create.

Now, his only “information advantage” was questionable.

Nol couldn’t help but shudder. Liches were naturally cold-blooded, and now his blood felt like it was about to freeze.

Upon reflection, there were hints. For instance, the missing tavern NPC couple in the novice village, the Lord of Whitebird City whose family details didn’t match up, and this dilapidated store in front of him that was about to fall apart.

In the game’s lore, it was set to be only two years old, so while it could be a bit run down, it had nothing to do with being “old”.

“Hey, are you buying something or not?”

Seeing Nol zoning out at the entrance, Bob raised his voice.

“Sorry, I made a mistake,” Nol responded quickly. “My ancestors were friends with Old Kermit. I thought his shop would be inherited by one of his descendants, Mr. or Ms. Kermit… You know, it’s been two hundred years.”

“A common mistake,” Bob said. “So what are you here for?”

Nol cleared his throat. “My ancestors left a diary mentioning where Old Kermit hid blueprints. I was passing by Whitebird City and thought to check—just in case his heir didn’t find it. That would be a significant loss. Also, I really want to buy some things.”

Bob took a deep breath, dragging out a chair from a corner. “Come, let’s talk.”

In less than ten minutes, Nol found a hidden compartment in one of the ground-floor rooms. The parchment inside was as soft as new, but Nol’s heart sank.

Just as he had suspected.

In the design of “Tahe”, there should be a fixed daily quest here. A Player, with system prompts, should discover this compartment and eventually bring Old Kermit into the main storyline.

The issue was, Old Kermit lived two hundred years ago, and Players had just entered the game a month ago. So the compartment remained undiscovered until now.

Bob, unfolding the parchment, grew more excited as he read it. “Praise the Goddess, these are all treasures! Oh, thank you, thank you—how much do you want for this? I’m willing to offer 10 gold wheels!”

This scene reminded him of someone. Nol gave a forced smile and asked, “Can I specify the compensation?”

“Since you’ve told me the truth, I should also be honest with you. Everything in the store is junk now; the only thing of value is money.” Bob’s head shook like a pellet drum.

“I only want three things. And before I take them, I’ll let you check. If you disagree, I’ll change my choice.”

“Ah, okay then. Why are you so stubborn?”

Nol didn’t hesitate about what to choose. He headed straight to the “three-floor junk room” Bob mentioned and started searching for his target items. Even if he remembered their models, in this junkyard-like place, it took him a full two hours.

The first item was a moldy-looking long staff. It was made of black wood, with obvious signs of damage at the top. The gemstone that was originally affixed at the top had disappeared, leaving only a bald, plate-like base.

[Incomplete Cursed Staff: An old staff that has lost its magical core. It currently cannot be used for casting. Only accepts cores with a cursed aura. When complete, the wielder’s intelligence attribute increases by double, while other attributes are halved.

※Crafted by Cain Kermit]

Given that his other attributes had already been reduced by 99%, halving them again didn’t make much of a difference. As long as he was weak enough, negative effects couldn’t harm him.

The second item was stored in a ring box. It was the size of a fingernail and appeared to be the transparent wing of an insect.

[Fairy’s Prank: Material unknown. Can hide items within dimensions of 6x6x6(cm) and can’t be detected by any means.

Usage: Stick it on the item’s surface; one-time use only.

※Crafted by Cain Kermit]

It was supposed to be a prototype item for the game shop, meant to hide unwanted accessories. Unfortunately, Old Kermit never made a mainline appearance, so it never had a chance to be listed in the system store.

The third item… he had only mentioned it as insurance. Since he found what he wanted, Nol returned to the first floor and casually took out a large tome titled “The Complete Recipe Book”.

The cover was gray and black, covered in cobwebs, making it unappetizing to look at.

“That staff might be worth something if it had a magical core,” Bob commented. “Cursed magical cores are incredibly hard to find, so you better think it through.”

“The other two… ahem, together they’re worth less than three silver hooks. Are you sure?”

“Then throw in some cheap materials for me. I want a rabbit fur brush, vine glue, magic-absorbent cloth, color-changing embroidery thread, and twelve colors of paint.”

Unless absolutely necessary, Nol didn’t really want to use the gold wheels Teest gave him. After all, it was agreed that it was Teest’s money.

“All that won’t even cost four silver hooks! But alright, you asked for it.” Bob awkwardly began to pack.

Stepping out the door, Nol felt as if he was in a different world.

Four moons, a strange religious belief… 200 years.

Holding the broken staff in his right hand and a cloth bag in his left, his mind wandered.

If 200 years have already passed in this world…

Whoosh!

While Nol was sorting out his situation, he felt his left hand lighten. He instinctively looked up and saw a small figure disappearing around the corner.

Ah, a thief.

He was in a bad mood, so he didn’t chase. His staff was in his hand, and his Dragon Corpse Notebook was wrapped in cloth, tied together with his money bag. There wasn’t anything valuable in the bag, just some small items.

Wait, small items.

…The tool he bought for Teest was in that bag, and it was the only one of its kind in today’s world!

Tucking the broken staff under his arm, Nol began to run.


The author has something to say:

Nol: As long as I’m trash, no one can curse me.jpg

A dignified Lich, steps out and gets his shopping bag stolen√

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My biggest fear has come true. Once the (future) young couples have money, they won’t even share the same room. I’m so sad…


Kinky Thoughts:

Whether it’s Teest’s money or yours, in the end, it’ll all go into a joint account.

Drake is sometimes used synonymously to dragon or a specific type of dragon.


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Full Server First Kill Ch11

Author: 年终 / Nian Zhong

Translator: Kinky || https://kinkytranslations.com/


Chapter 11: Chef and Cook

That being said, the two still went to the bank first. The gold obtained from the Lich was too much, and it was heavy, so carrying it around was dangerous.

After Teest deposited the money, he bought two beast-skin pouches with locks on his way out. He filled them with gold wheels, took one, and gave the other to Nol.

“Don’t worry about whose money it is. Having money is always better than not,” he said.

Fifteen minutes later.

The two-story building of the Mercenary Guild was in sight. Nol realized that when Teest had mentioned “a full friends list”, he wasn’t joking.

Even with the assistance of the game system, Nol could easily see Teest’s combat instincts and reaction speed. Teest was undoubtedly a veteran Player, and in the game, veterans always have plenty of friends.

Even though Teest carried the curse of “God’s Forsaken”, the curse didn’t break their engagement, so Teest’s friendships in the game were probably normal—the game system had always been cautious about punishments that may affect innocent Players.

Nol looked at the sign of the Mercenary Guild. The wooden sign was coated with fine grease, suspended by thick silver chains, with the words “Whitebird City Mercenary Guild” gilded. On both sides of the main gate, there were marble statues of a young man and woman, with flames dancing incessantly within the statues’ lanterns. The gilded characters reflected the flickering light, as if they too were on fire.

The “Mercenary Guild” was an important design in “Tahe”, and its routine was traditionally set up—Players needed to come to the Mercenary Guild register, meet mentors of different professions, find like-minded partners, and then embark on various adventures.

Teest’s in-game friends were definitely here. Hopefully, they were also skilled Players.

Just as Nol was about to enter, Teest pulled his clothes.

“You’re heading to the guild?” Teest asked. “I’m in a hurry. If you’re really anxious, we can split up.”

Huh? Nol slowly turned his head.

“No, I’m not in a rush,” he said, following Teest in confusion until the latter went straight into the “Miscellaneous Merchant Fleet Introduction Office”.

Compared to the Mercenary Guild, this place was equally grand, but in a different manner. The Mercenary Guild felt solemn and rugged, with designs infused with the strength of blood and fire. The “Miscellaneous Merchant Fleet Introduction Office”, however, was somewhat flashy, resembling a business KTV. Its door plate was embedded with colorful glass, attached with low-level magic, making the glasses shimmer constantly.

The young men and women greeting at the door were real and dressed even more daringly than the statues. They wore flower crowns, and their smiles were exceptionally sweet.

In the game’s setting, this was more like an “Information Exchange Office”. Merchants always had the latest news, and this was a place dedicated to caravan supplies.

Players usually came here to buy clues or pick up sidequests. It was unlikely for them to work here. The reason was simple; the jobs here were quite…

“Do any caravans need a cook?” Teest promptly went to the bar.

…grounded, and mostly involved heavy physical work, Nol silently recalled.

“A cook? Fifteen are hiring. The information is on the recruitment wall. You can choose whichever you are interested in.” The girl behind the counter was polite. It was evident that effort had been put into staff training, as all the employees, regardless of gender, were young and attractive.

“A glass of ‘Pigeon Blood’, keep the change.” Teest placed a gold wheel on the counter, smiling gently. “We plan to head south and stay here for a few days. I’d like to hear your suggestions.”

Nol winced.

In the setting of “Tahe”, each country’s currency was universal. Gold coins, called “gold wheels”, were small but had the purchasing power equivalent to about 1,000 yuan in the real world; silver coins, called “silver hooks”, were worth 100 yuan. There were also ten-yuan large copper coins and one-yuan small copper coins. Below them were even smaller copper buttons, rarely used by Players.

Nol would bet that the wine named “Pigeon Blood” didn’t cost more than a silver hook, yet Teest paid with a gold wheel.

The girl behind the counter gracefully pocketed the gold wheel, gave Teest an appreciative look, and smiled even sweeter.

“If you’re heading south, let me think. The Alva Merchant Group is hiring, but their requirements are strict. I personally recommend the Rizzi Caravan. They offer good treatment, easy tasks, and plan to stay in Whitebird City for about a week.”

She twirled a curl of her chestnut hair and gazed at him with smiling eyes.

 “Other caravans… It’s hard to say.” She then handed over the wine. “Here’s your drink.”

The vibrant red wine swirled in the glass, its deep hue reminiscent of blood, and it gave off a rich fruity aroma.

“Thank you.” Teest lifted his glass to the girl and left the counter.

“Do you drink?” Once the girl was no longer looking, Teest asked Nol.

“No.”

“Alright,” Teest murmured. He went to the corridor and gave the wine to the first laborer he saw carrying luggage. The laborer, around fifty with a limp and emanating a sour odor, took it.

“Cheers, friend,” Teest said gently.

Knowing he had nothing to lose, the laborer didn’t hesitate for even a second and downed the wine. “You’re a good man, sir.” He grinned, revealing yellow-stained teeth.

“I don’t drink either,” Teest explained after the gesture.

……

The inn where the Rizzi Caravan stayed wasn’t far away. The entrance of the inn was adorned with a profusion of flowers. A white stone fountain was constructed there, which sprayed water mixed with an elegant perfume. The moment a guest entered the hall, the attendant would ring the silver bells that decorated it, producing a pleasant melody.

‘Not bad,’ Nol thought. Perhaps they wouldn’t have to look for other hotels.

However, when they reached the room of the recruiter, there was already an applicant present.

He was a fat man, not more than 1.6 meters tall. He looked to be in his early forties, with thinning hair on top, and sported a finely trimmed small mustache. A roll of flesh circled his neck, and the buttons on his stomach were stretched tight, looking like they might pop at any moment. Despite this, his clothing was of high quality, and he didn’t smell unpleasant—in fact, he smelled of fresh cream and caramel.

Upon seeing Teest and Nol enter, the chubby man scrutinized them, then lifted the corner of his mouth in a barely concealed sneer.

The recruiter was a tall, thin middle-aged man, currently seated at a round table in the living room. He politely gestured to the empty seats.

“The market has been good lately. The goods from Inato are more than expected,” the tall man started. “We’ve hired enough temporary workers. Now, the problem is, they need to be fed for the next half month.”

The fat man coughed and spoke up first—

“I am Kurt, the head chef of Egret Restaurant,” he said with his hands crossed. “The owner of the Egret Restaurant—I mean, that damned heretic—was just executed by the Temple a few days ago. The restaurant is closed…. so here I am.”

“Oh, I heard about that. It’s unfortunate. Bad things can happen to anyone,” the tall man replied sympathetically.

Encouraged, the fat man continued, “Sir, I’ve been a chef for nearly thirty years. I can make the most delicious desserts with the most basic ingredients. Making ordinary meals is even easier for me!”

“Good.” The tall man nodded, turning to Teest. “And you?”

“Teest, a traveler. I can hunt, skin, process meat, and make both beast and monster meat palatable,” Teest replied.

The tall man raised his eyebrows, clearly intrigued.

“Palatable…” The fat man muttered under his breath.

“You, come here.” The tall man beckoned Teest, who obediently moved closer. The man sniffed him, checked his eyelids, and pinched his upper arm. Finally, he asked Teest to show his hands, examining his nails and calluses.

“Very good,” he commented at last. “Healthy, sturdy, clean… Just wish you had more calluses. Would’ve been better if you knew how to use weapons.”

“I’d have to find a job at the Mercenary Guild then,” Teest joked.

“You’ll be responsible for ninety people, two meals a day. They’re all laborers and need two catties of meat a day.”

“Of course, we’ll bring some dried meat and goats with the caravan… but who knows what we’ll encounter on the road? You might need to hunt. If you get good pelts, we’ll buy them at market price.”

The tall man sat back down, smiling. “That’s about it for your job. Room and board included, three gold wheels for half a month, paid in full when we reach our destination. How does that sound?”

Teest turned to Nol. “I’d like to bring my friend along.”

“Hmm, we don’t usually take outsiders. But if you insist, room and board would cost him one gold wheel.”

“I’ll work alongside Teest,” Nol interjected.

The tall man eyed him for a moment. “We’ll waive that gold wheel, but I’ll put it in the contract.”

Nol was taken aback.

By now, he could guess Teest’s intentions. Pretending to apply as a cook was just a ruse. He wanted to hitch a ride with the caravan. Caravans knew the fastest and safest routes and usually had mercenary guards, making it the safest and most convenient way to travel.

Indeed, he was really “cozying up”. Teest didn’t want to take any risks.

On the other side, seeing that the two were about to strike a deal, Kurt became agitated. Jumping off his stool, his face turned red. “Beast meat is hard to make palatable! No matter how it’s prepared, there’s always a foul taste, and monster meat is even worse—”

“I accept the job,” Teest cut him off. “Sir, could I have a word in private with Mr. Chef?”

“I’ll step out for a smoke. Come tomorrow morning to cook two dishes for a trial. If all is well, we’ll sign the contract,” the tall man nodded and left.

“I have nothing to say to you. You’re not even a real chef!” As soon as the tall man left, Kurt furiously shouted.

“Sir, the Alva Merchant Group’s caravan is in Whitebird City. They are also hiring chefs, real chefs.” Teest laughed. “You know, they want experts who can make lemon cakes and know how to roast pigeons. Not amateurs like me who only know how to skin and cook things till they’re done.”

Mr. Kurt opened his mouth, his face reddening even more. “Ah… you… but I didn’t see…”

“The benefits offered by the Alva Merchant Group are incredibly good. If they publicly recruited, half of the city’s people would try their luck.” Teest sighed. “I only got to know this because I have some inside connections.”

Mr. Kurt remained silent for a long time.

His round face was still flushed, and his eyes looked slightly moist. After a while, he looked up, his tone more sincere.

“Thank you. I’ll give it a try,” Kurt said. “Whether it works out or not, I owe both of you a drink tonight… I was too hasty earlier. My attitude was, well…”

“Oh, it seems I can only take advantage of your generosity then,” Teest remarked.

……

Kurt took them to his home, which didn’t seem as affluent as his appearance might suggest.

His house was in a good location and spacious, but it was empty. After a look around, Nol figured that the most valuable items in the large room were probably the few sets of silverware. Some parts of the floor had different colors, suggesting that decorations used to be placed there but were now gone.

Mr. Kurt slowly walked to a cupboard, and from its depths, he pulled out a bottle of wine. The bottle was covered in a thick layer of dust, but it couldn’t conceal the rich wine inside.

“We can’t drink alcohol due to our constitution,” Teest stated. “Lemon water, tea… just make anything you like.”

Mr. Kurt sagged a little, dusting off the wine bottle before putting it back. He then skillfully put on an apron and took out some fruits, nearly used-up honey, and a few sprigs of fresh herbs.

“I’ll prepare a special drink for you,” Kurt said, wiping his hands with a hint of embarrassment. “This place is a bit humble. I’m planning to sell it next week.”

“Why?” Nol asked.

“My daughter is studying magic on Wintergreen Street. She’s a very talented child.” As he spoke of this, Mr. Kurt puffed out his chest with pride. “My wife rented a servant’s room there, so she can be close to our precious one. I’m alone here… I don’t need such a big house.”

As he cut two limes, his voice grew softer.

“God bless, I hope the Alva Merchant Group will hire me, so my lovely little Kate won’t have to worry about tuition. Studying magic is so expensive!” After finishing the drink, he raised his voice with hope. “Learning magic is very expensive, truly!”

Kurt placed two large cups of a refreshing green drink on the table, which had the fresh scent of mint and the sweet aroma of fruit. For himself, he opened a bottle of subpar wine and began to drink directly from the bottle.

“Actually, we just arrived recently. We only saw the notice today. Who exactly is this ‘Mad Monk’?” Nol tried to change the subject.

“You don’t know about the Mad Monk? Oh, young people nowadays…”

Kurt took several gulps of wine. “He’s a psycho, a murderer, a blasphemer. He, she, or it has been running rampant for over a decade. Even the Temple doesn’t know if that guy is human.”

Teest seemed intrigued. “Then how do they know the kidnapper is the ‘Mad Monk’?”

“It was Miss Swain who said so. A while ago, she claimed she had encountered the Mad Monk and even saw his golden thread. The City Lord dismissed her as delusional and even hired a psychiatrist. And then… poof! She vanished into thin air at the City Lord’s mansion.”

“His Lordship was full of regret, and the Temple’s Investigation Knights were dispatched. But to what end? Miss Swain disappeared as if she had melted like a snowman, with not even a strand of her hair being found.”

As he spoke, Kurt shook his head.

“If it were me, the moment I heard of the ‘Mad Monk’, I’d protect my child immediately. Now, those with children at home guard them more closely than their money.”

“It seems this ‘Mad Monk’ targets children,” Teest tried to summarize.

“Worse than that.” Kurt lowered his voice, adding a hint of mystery. “Regardless of age or gender, the Mad Monk doesn’t discriminate. After killing, he mutilates the bodies and then sews them back together with golden thread.”

“He doesn’t stop there. He positions the bodies to mimic images of disciples from the holy texts, placing them at the church’s entrance as a challenge. He even insists on sewing a smile onto their faces!”

Got it—a religious-themed nutjob. As someone from the modern age with extensive knowledge, Nol quickly grasped the situation.

He might fail the quest he accepted, but it wasn’t a big deal. At least he would learn about the issue of “mission AI going crazy writing R-18G* sidequests”.

*R-18G includes things such as heavy gore and violence (given the Mad Monk’s modus operandi).

Kurt poured the wine into his mouth, and his tone became drunken. “The ‘Mad Monk’ must be from the Eternal Church. Only the Eternal Church would do such a beastly thing. Only the Eternal Church would hate the Temple of Life so much… Fuck the Eternal Church… They all deserve to die…”

Teest and Nol exchanged glances.

“You mean like the owner of the Egret Restaurant?” Nol asked cautiously.

“Ha ha ha ha.”

Kurt laughed. He buried his head, so they couldn’t see his expression.

“Yeah, my boss… Even with the Investigation Knights here, he dared to meet with people from the Eternal Church and got caught… Everyone said the arrest was successful, and only a young man died…”

“Do you know the funniest part of this?”

Kurt raised his head. His face was smiling, but his eyes were bloodshot.

“My son, our sensible good son, was killed by those Eternal cultists. As a result, because I work at Egret, everyone thinks our family is involved with the heretical church, and no one wants to hire me or my wife.”

“Isn’t it ridiculous? …Ah, haha.”

……

When the two left, Kurt was so drunk he was unconscious. Nol pondered for a moment, then neatly packed up the silver tableware and tucked it under Kurt’s pillow.

Before closing the door, he looked at the empty living room for a long time.

“I want to check out the missing person notices again,” Teest suddenly said.

“What?”

Teest yawned. “Since we can’t leave for now, I have to find something to do.”

This meant he was about to take on a quest. Nol felt an inexplicable relief. “Mm, I’ll go with you… I didn’t expect you to have a soft side too.”

“Who says? I’m just curious.” Teest rubbed the back of his head. “Where to next? The Mercenary Guild? The inn?”

“Inn!” Nol answered decisively.


The author has something to say:

Nol: Inn! Inn! Desperately need a roof to return some san*.

*Sanity value.

Teest: In the presence of the producer, discard the main storyline and head straight for the sidequests.

By Chapter 11, our newlyweds finally have a bed to sleep in…


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