The color of blood flew up and fell down silently.
It seemed that even the wailing sound had disappeared.
In the dead silence, Forest Hut didn't look at Fourth Aunt's dead face. He didn't even care if she would lose her composure in her rage and kill him.
From the beginning, she was not the focus at all.
She was not the opponent he was here to deal with today. Even if she was tricky, she was completely insignificant compared to the real problem.
At this moment, the real leader was sitting at the head of the table, holding a teacup. He sat there calmly and indifferently glanced at the younger generation's mischief and comical counterattacks.
He was the real backbone of the Lin family, the elder, the pillar, and one of the masters of the Shadow World in Southeast Asia. He had been the leader of the Six He Association since fifty years ago.
Lin Wei was not afraid of Old Dragon.
Wasn't all of this caused by him as well?
Fourth Aunt, that idiot, just smelled the benefits and wanted to pick the fruit with her stupid son. He didn't object, because he wanted a brainless person to take his place and test the bottom line of the Danbo Inner Circle.
He hadn't given up yet.
After missing the opportunity given by his teacher, he still wanted to negotiate.
He wanted to take back what he had missed.
He wanted to use this opportunity to break through that invisible glass ceiling and extend the destiny of his evil karma into the darkness of the capital. He wanted to take another step forward.
But the Danbo Inner Circle had already been established. If he wanted to achieve something, he had to shake their current situation and make the Danbo Inner Circle willingly ask for help from him and accept his help.
Therefore, he was not afraid of making a big deal out of it, or even a full-scale war, because the bigger the trouble, the more precious the power of the Six He Association would be.
But Fourth Aunt didn't understand. She had been doing shady business for too long.
She thought that they were all gangsters, and harmony was the most important thing when making money.
She thought that she could negotiate on behalf of Forest Hut and express goodwill to him. But without any conditions, this was not something she could negotiate.
She didn't think clearly.
Doing things in the light was different from doing things in the dark.
From the beginning, Danbo had no intention of negotiating, and there was never a "half"!
— — Either all or death!
Either Danbo Inner Circle completely settled the census and registration of the mixed race, or it would all fail and fall back to the time before the alliance era.
Half?
He didn't even need half!
As long as someone stood out and said that Dan Bo was nothing and that he was not going to hand it over, he was not going to f * cking take him seriously. Then, it would be equivalent to them losing.
The long period of hard work, the teacher's efforts, and the sacrifices of so many people had all failed miserably.
It turned into a joke.
It would become an eternal stain on his teacher's name, a humiliation that could never be washed away by the small house in the forest!
The cabin in the woods understood this.
Sixth Granduncle also understood.
Therefore, at that moment, the old man shook his head and sneered disdainfully.
Finally, he put down the teacup in his hand.
He raised his eyes.
Since Lin Shijiu was born, this was the first time that she looked at him so seriously. She was solemn and cold, without any warmth.
Because this was normal, this was the best.
Warm, harmonious, and friendly things had never been the core of the Lin family.
They were born to be cold-blooded creatures.
When he greeted with a smile, there was no warmth in his eyes. Only when it came to his core etiquette would he tear off his disguise and reveal his true face.
Therefore, the entire meeting room froze in an instant.
Darkness rolled, and invisible evil gushed out like a tide, shrouding, locking, and freezing everyone in the air.
In Lin Wei's fearless empty shell, boiling malice rubbed against each other. Those sharp voices overlapped and turned into disappointed sighs.
"Little Nineteen, you are getting more and more outrageous."
"Why?"
The cabin in the woods grinned and asked, "Sixth Granduncle, do you want to discipline me on behalf of my great-grandfather? “
"I'm afraid the Patriarch won't care either. When he let you out, he probably already saw this day coming. He has high hopes for you, but he doesn't want you to succeed."
Sixth Granduncle sneered, "Look, as he wishes … You are just like your teacher!"
The cabin in the woods smiled more happily, "Isn't this good?"
"Not good."
At that moment, the boiling malice no longer concealed its mockery and viciousness, as well as … killing intent!
"Because you always don't learn like him."
The old man sighed hoarsely, "Because you still have a long way to go. Little Nineteen, you learned his appearance, but you didn't learn his true strength.
Ah, I really miss it … This scene is just like when you were a child, imitating the heroes of justice on TV in front of the whole family.
That kind of naive fantasy, that kind of imitation, and that completely clueless look … They thought that doing it this way was right, that doing it this way was good, but they never thought that the things on TV had always been a fantasy! "
At that moment, Sixth Granduncle grinned, and countless sticky darkness suddenly extended from his old body. The python monster covered in red scales turned solid and coiled around the entire meeting room, no, the entire Jinling Street.
Just by raising his eyes silently, he extinguished the countless neon lights in the night sky. The thin rain rolled back in panic and rushed into the sky.
The dark clouds in the sky were torn apart.
But there was no starlight.
And the huge pressure had crushed the ceiling, pillars, and even the floor of the Six He Society, causing countless cracks to appear.
It was just a weak circulation, but it had already turned into the main axis of the world, causing all fragile beings to linger at the edge of the cliff.
In the end, the red-scaled serpent that seemed to want to devour the heavens and the earth lowered its eyes and indifferently spat out its venomous tongue. It looked down at the young man's face that was gradually losing its color.
He lowered his eyes mockingly.
"Pretentious? You're here with me? Would it work? Little Nineteen … "
The old man asked mockingly, "What are you waiting for after wasting so much time? Weren't they supposed to be reinforcements? Reinforcements from the dojo? An expert from Danbo? "
The expression of the hut in the forest suddenly changed.
In his arms, the originally warm Imperial Guard had already lost its warmth.
The communication was cut off.
This was because a huge shadow had turned into a giant screen that soared into the sky. From the outside to the inside, it completely enveloped the entire Yoshimi Yorosaka, covering every single exit.
It was isolated from the outside world.
His cold gaze blocked everything.
The same seal had also enveloped Kobe today!
That was a foreshadowing that was laid long before the meeting, no, half a month, or even a month ago. The old man had prepared for today's meeting!
At this moment, at this moment, at this place.
He was already under the serpent's mouth!
"Now, there's only you and me here, Little Nineteen."
At the end of the long table, behind the boiling teapot, the old man announced coldly, "If you were your teacher, you would draw your sword regardless of the consequences, because the enemy is right in front of you …"
He said, "Now, the sword is in your hand, you make the choice."
In the silence, the hut in the forest did not speak.
He just held the sword in his hand tightly, the veins on the back of his hand bulging.
Until the blade could no longer bear the burden, and a crack appeared on it.
It wailed silently.
Finally, he let go of his hand and collapsed on the chair, exhausted.
"Did you see that? Little Nineteen. "
Lin Wei shook his head in disappointment, "This is the difference between you and your teacher …"
"Because your confidence has never come from yourself."
In this way, he exposed the nature of the young man in front of him mercilessly.
"You've always counted on others to succeed, but you're not willing to sacrifice yourself.
You pretend to be fearless, charging at the front, but leaving the outcome in the hands of others … Your courage only comes from your supporters.
After losing everything, you don't even have the backbone to fight. But what are you doing here, hut in the forest, what are you thinking! "
Lin Wei was not afraid, and he questioned sternly, "Do you think that the 'killing of blood relatives' is a joke?"
Even though the same blood flowed in their bones.
Even though there were so-called kinship and blood ties between each other, even though most of the time, the family was one.
But the rules of the Lin family were as straightforward and naked as the path of evil karma itself.
This path was too narrow.
It could not tolerate any offense or a second discordant voice. Sometimes, it could not even allow one more person to walk!
The killing of blood relatives was nothing new!
It was almost … becoming a tradition!
"Now, let's talk, Little Nineteen. I want to talk to you."
Under the red-scaled serpent, the ferocious old man lowered his eyes and looked down coldly, "You came to my place and thought that you could rest easy with the sword of the Sword Saint … You drank my tea and accepted my kindness, but you killed my guest, disturbed my rules, and even stepped on my face. But do you really think that Sixth Granduncle is so old that he doesn't dare to kill?"
He picked up the teacup filled with venom, took a sip of the fragrance of rust, and asked cruelly, "Give me a reason not to kill you!"
Either admit defeat, or die.
Once the killing of blood relatives began, the result was so simple.
And at that moment, on the other side of the long table, under the strangulation of the red-scaled serpent, the dying projection of Sheng Qing dissipated silently.
In the dead silence, the shoulder of the hut in the forest shook.
It was as if he was laughing.
He said, "Because you can't kill me."
The young man raised his head and looked at his granduncle. With difficulty, he smiled and told him word by word, "Because I'm right —"
In that instant, a formless power burst forth from the frail body and ignited the flames once again.
It made the young man raise his neck and stare at the opponent in front of him.
He told him:
"You can't kill me."
The hut in the forest said, "Because I came here not only as the Little Nineteen of the Lin family, but also as a representative of my teacher, the inner circle of Danbo, and all the beastmen!"
It was like all the heroes who faced the powerful villains on TV.
Even if they were standing on the edge of the cliff, facing death and despair, they could still hold their heads high and say, "I represent justice!"
You can't kill me.
You can't kill me either.
He raised his hand, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and told him with absolute certainty, "Because the general trend is with me!"
At that moment, the entire Jinling Village suddenly shook.
Everything shrouded in the shadow of evil shook for an instant.
Because something discordant had invaded, something insignificant had arrived. Facing the endless darkness and terrifying pressure, step by step, they walked into this hell of despair.
Someone had arrived, holding a candle flame.
Even if the light was so small.
In the east, in the west, in the south, in the north … in all directions.
An old man with two horns on his head, a middle-aged man covered in white hair like a cloak, a woman with skeletal wings on her back, a young man with four eyes, a husband and wife holding hands, a fat and bloated man who seemed to be gasping for breath …
A total of sixteen ascendants.
Sixteen beastmen from Danbo, the border, Yingzhou, America, the Russian Federation, Egypt, and even hell!
Some were so powerful that they could shake this pitch-black shadow hell, some were so small that they were not worth mentioning, and some were already trembling just by standing here.
They came here today for the same purpose.
The same purpose as the hut in the forest!
For the future described by the Danbo he represented …
"Do you see, Sixth Uncle? You can't kill me."
The hut in the forest smiled. "I spent more than half a month, painstakingly visiting each and every one of them to ask for help."
Persuading with kind words, tempting with benefits, moving with emotions, explaining with reason, betraying his dignity, paying the conditions, guaranteeing promises …
He had gone through so much trouble, made a fool of himself, and suffered enough.
He had succeeded a lot, but he had failed even more.
In the end, he had received an insignificant amount of help.
"Each of them will not hesitate to die in order to protect me," he said.
He said, "This is my last reinforcement. I have the confidence to be your enemy."
At this moment, the young man spread out his hands and faced his enemy frankly. "Sixth Uncle is right. I can't learn the teacher's things no matter how hard I try. I can't learn them, but there are always things that I understand a little.
Although I don't have courage or ability, as long as I find someone who is reliable enough, I can occasionally succeed, right?
He was so confident.
Even if his strength was not worth mentioning compared to the old man in front of him. There was a great disparity in victory and defeat between them. No, not to mention victory and defeat … With Sixth Uncle's experience and strength, the moment he made a move, these people would usher in a crushing defeat and death, right?
But it didn't matter.
If he didn't have the courage, he would give the courage to someone with courage. If he didn't have the ability, he would find someone more suitable than himself.
If he couldn't win …
Then, he would leave the victory and defeat in the hands of others.
"Now, I leave the victory and defeat in Sixth Uncle's hands."
At this moment, the young man who represented the Danbo Faction and all the mixed races raised his eyes and asked, "So, are you satisfied with this reason?"
Now, the hut in the forest was no longer the only one who was fearless in the face of Lin Wei.
Even without the help of the dojo and the strong masters of the Ivory Tower, it didn't matter. Those were just icing on the cake.
From the beginning, when he came here as the messenger of his teacher and the messenger of the Danbo Faction, he was no longer purely representing himself.
All the beast characteristics who yearned for order and hope — in the present realm, the border, and even hell, all the people who yearned for the future stood behind him!
He was afraid of death, but he was not afraid of failure and war, because the conflict between the two sides was never on the same level.
War under the sun was not the same as fighting in the dark. No matter how great the benefits were, compared to the hope that was finally close at hand after a hundred years of suffering, it was not worth mentioning!
When Huai Shi personally hammered the first nail in the Danbo Faction, the rolling momentum had already begun to move. This was a destined struggle.
Those benefits that could not be exposed, those goals that could not be resorted to under the sun, even if the entire Extreme Dao of Yingzhou and the entire Dark World of Southeast Asia united, were not worth mentioning in comparison.
Even if Lin Wei was the one blocking the way, it would be the same.
They could only lie dormant in the dark, and the path of evil karma could not compete with the new order.
Once Lin Wei was not afraid to kill those people here, the Danbo Faction would completely blow the horn of war. At that time, not only the Ivory Tower behind them, even the Yingzhou lineage and the Central Bureau would not stay out of it.
And before that, the Six He Faction would become the enemy of all mixed races.
The stumbling block on their road to freedom …
"Now, it's your turn to answer me." The little hut in the forest raised his head and asked softly, "Sixth Uncle, do you want to settle your grudges quickly? Or do you want to … live forever? "
Dead silence.
In the long dead silence.
The red-scaled serpent stared coldly at the young man in front of him. The old man behind the long table did not speak, but just looked at his face, as if to confirm something.
"You really don't look like your teacher, Little Nineteen."
The old man poured the remaining tea in his hand into the tea pot, letting the dark venom silently flow away. As if mocking himself, he chuckled softly, "But you don't look like a member of the Lin Family. Are you a traitor or a rebel?"
"Is this not good?" The little hut in the forest asked again.
"No, this is good."
Lin Wei said fearlessly, "At least it proves that you've grown up. You're strong enough to be independent … You've done very well. Better than me, no, better than your great grandfather when he was young. If he knew, he would be happy for you."
"Will Sixth Uncle be happy for me?"
"Not at all." The old man sighed regretfully. "When I think of such a freak and variable in the family, I want to kill you even more. I should have done it earlier."
That kind of killing intent was genuine.
It was as if he had witnessed the birth of a black sheep.
He had witnessed the birth of a disaster.
It was so vicious and so regretful.
With such talent and determination, why couldn't he use it for the 'right' way?
The old man lowered his eyes and suddenly asked, "You want all of it?"
"All of it."
"Well, then go and get it yourself."
In the shadow of the dissipating serpent, the old dragon of the Six He Society said indifferently, "I'll give you a chance. How much you can get depends on your own ability. "
The little hut in the forest's face froze and immediately became cold. "Sixth Uncle, are you questioning my determination?"
"No, I'm just questioning your ability."
Lin Wei was not afraid and said coldly, "You have to let others see if your ambition is worthy of what you say.
This is your problem. "
He said, "Do your own thing. Take care of your own mess."
The old man waved his hand coldly and threw a box from the other end of the long table. It fell in front of him, rolled, opened, and something wrapped in brocade rolled out.
The little hut in the forest froze in place.
He couldn't believe it and didn't understand what had happened.
"Rules are rules. This is the last principle I'll teach you as Sixth Uncle. If I can't kill you, I've already lost."
The old man propped himself up with his walking stick and looked at him one last time.
He turned and left.
The darkness rolled and dissipated.
.
For most people, it was as if they had just had a long nightmare.
When the nightmare suddenly dissipated and they returned to reality, their consciousness seemed to be still in the endless darkness. They were sweating profusely and gasping for breath.
When all the participants looked around with pale faces and looked at each other in shock, they found that the old man who had been sitting at the head of the table had disappeared.
The blood was still on the table and the surrounding walls. The fragrance of malice and the smell of rust still lingered in the air.
In the blink of an eye, they suddenly realized what had just happened.
But when they raised their weapons full of hostility and aimed at the young man below, the dull woman at the head of the table looked as if she had seen a ghost. Her face was distorted.
She couldn't help but scream!
"Lin Shijiu, what are you doing!" Fourth Aunt opened her eyes wide and hysterically scolded, "That's not something you can take! Don't be presumptuous! "
At the bottom of the table, the young man shrugged helplessly.
"Look at what you're saying … Everyone's surname is Lin. Why can't I be the one in charge?"
The little hut in the forest leaned back in the chair calmly and grinned.
In his hand, wrapped in brocade, was an ancient short stick with ferocious scales carved on it.
A dragon head!
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