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Chapter 684

Words:2015Update:22/07/05 19:24:01

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After Ming Huaqing and Asura accepted the order and left, Yang Xuan sat alone in the empty hall and fell into silence.

The last ray of sunlight from the horizon disappeared behind the Purple Spirit Mountain in the west of Penglai. The God of Night had scattered endless darkness to the human world.

Two maids walked in quietly and lit up the matches, trying to light up the incomparably huge candles in the hall that were said to be made from the bones of immortals.

The light from the flames illuminated their young faces. The two young girls, who were no more than sixteen years old on average, stretched the lit flames towards the candles with trembling hands.

"Don't order anymore. Go out." A cold voice suddenly sounded.

The two little girls shuddered. They couldn't care less about the fire in their hands. They hurriedly bowed and said, "Yes, Master."

After that, they were about to leave.

"Wait!" Yang Xuan's voice came from the darkness. There was a strange feeling.

The two young girls trembled again. They didn't know whether to leave or stay. Their entire bodies were frozen and their faces were pale.

"One day, a hunter was surrounded by a pack of wolves. He was alone and helpless. He fought back and killed many wolves. In order not to be surrounded by wolves again, he ran to the wolf den and killed all the wolf cubs." Yang Xuan's voice was very strange. It flowed in the dark night.

The two young girls didn't understand. They didn't know why this sect master, who killed without batting an eyelid, suddenly told them a story.

"The next day, other people who passed by criticized him. They said that he shouldn't have killed so many wolves. The hunter was very confused. He ran to the wise man and asked if what he did was right or wrong. The wise man said that it was both right and wrong. " Yang Xuan's eyes shone brightly in the dark night, like the stars in the night. He paused for a moment and looked at the two young girls who were at a loss. He asked, "Do you think what the hunter did was right or wrong?"

The two young girls didn't dare to not answer Yang Xuan's question. The young girl on the left hesitated for a long time before she said tentatively, "Master, Chunlan thinks that the hunter did the right thing."

Yang Xuan looked at her and asked, "Oh? Why? "

Seeing that Yang Xuan wasn't angry, Chunlan became a little braver and said, "Master, if he didn't kill the wolf, the wolf would have eaten him. He killed the wolf, that's right."

Yang Xuan smiled and looked at the girl on the right. "Qiuju, what do you think?"

The little girl called Qiu Ju's face was pale. She thought for a moment before saying timidly, "Master, I … I think it would be better if Hunter didn't kill those little wolves. They didn't hurt him."

Yang Xuan asked her, "When those little wolves grow up, they will also come for revenge."

Qiu Ju didn't know what to say. After a while, she said timidly, "This servant doesn't know. If master says it's right, then it's right. If master says it's wrong, then it's wrong."

Yang Xuan couldn't help but laugh. "You sure know how to talk. Alright, you guys can leave."

The two girls hurriedly left as if they had been pardoned.

In the darkness, Yang Xuan watched the two girls leave. The smile on his face gradually disappeared. After a while, he said coldly, "If a man is like a wolf, he will definitely bite back. Killing him to prevent future trouble is the right way. You and I are one. I am the evil in your heart, and you are the good in mine. Good and evil, good and evil, right and wrong, there is no standard to measure. To a man, a wolf is evil, but to a wolf, a man is evil. Our standpoints are different, so how can there be right and wrong?"

His voice echoed in the hall, like ice that could freeze one's heart.

"Now, I am a man, and the others … are all wolves!"

As soon as the word "wolf" came out, a cold light flashed in front of Yang Xuan. It instantly cut through the void and disappeared into the endless darkness.

A second later, two short screams came from not far away.

At the same time, Yang Xuan's indifferent voice came out.

"Ming Huaqing, bring the corpses in. Get all the servants and stewards to see me."

Chaos broke out outside the hall. Not long after, Ming Huaqing walked in with a pale face and ordered people to put the corpses of Chunlan and Qiuju on the ground.

Behind him, there was a row of guards holding torches.

Behind the guards were the servants and stewards of the Seven Star Mountain who were responsible for taking care of Yang Xuan's daily life.

Everyone did not understand why Yang Xuan called them over. Their faces were extremely pale, and some were even sweating profusely.

"Sect Master …" Ming Huaqing looked at the decapitated bodies of Chunlan and Qiuju on the ground, and his face became even paler.

He did not understand why Yang Xuan would suddenly kill these two lowly servants.

"Go take a look at the candles in the hall." Yang Xuan did not explain anything and said indifferently.

Ming Huaqing was stunned. He hurriedly ran over to check the ten huge candles in the hall.

After a moment, his face was livid, and he said word by word, "Ecstasy Bone Eroding Incense."

There was no lack of experienced and knowledgeable people among the guards. Once they heard the name Ecstasy Bone Eroding Incense, their faces changed drastically.

Yang Xuan looked around at everyone and said indifferently, "Who is in charge of Chunlan and Qiuju?"

An elderly steward staggered two steps out and directly knelt on the ground. His entire body trembled like a sieve.

Yang Xuan looked at him and said slowly, "How long have you been in the Seven Star Mountain?"

"Re … re … re … sect master, I … I … have been … 42 years." The steward's face was filled with fear. His face was sallow, and his forehead was covered in sweat.

Yang Xuan nodded and said, "Is there anyone else in the family?"

The steward said fearfully, "Also … also my wife and children."

Yang Xuan nodded again and said indifferently, "Go and bring his family over."

"Sect Master, please spare my life …" The steward fell to the ground at once and kept begging.

But Yang Xuan acted as if he did not see it and did not pay attention to him at all.

Not long after, someone already brought the steward's wife and children over.

After everyone knelt down, Yang Xuan stared at the steward and asked indifferently, "Let me ask you, how did Chunlan and Qiuju come up the Seven Star Mountain?"

"Sect Master … I don't … Sect Master, I also didn't know they were assassins. Sect Master, please spare my life. Sect Master, please spare my life."

Swoosh!

A golden light flashed, and the steward's son, who was close to 30 years old, was instantly beheaded. Blood flowed all over the ground.

The steward screamed and threw himself on his son's body, crying loudly.

Everyone in the hall had a look of pity on their faces.

"Is there anything else you want to say?" Yang Xuan was not moved by the tragic scene in front of him at all. He just asked indifferently.

"Sect Master … Sect Master, please spare my life. I was blinded by lard. I deserve to die, I deserve to die …" The steward cried.

"So, you know their purpose of coming here?" Yang Xuan's eyes narrowed.

"I … I …" The steward's face was full of tears, but he could not say the word "know".

Ming Huaqing sighed. He already knew what was going on.

Men die for wealth, birds die for food.

Taking someone's money, but throwing away the lives of his own family. This kind of transaction was really a huge loss for him.

"Kill them all." Yang Xuan waved his hand and said.

The wailing steward's family was dragged out. A moment later, a row of heads with blood still dripping from them were brought in.

Everyone in the hall had different expressions, but no one dared to look at Yang Xuan.

The smell of blood filled the air, and the hall illuminated by the torches looked particularly ferocious at this time. In the flickering flames, Yang Xuan seemed to be a demon god, dominating life and death.

"Who can explain how these ten Ecstasy Bone Eroding Wax came here?" Yang Xuan's cold voice continued to flow in the hall, seeming to carry a strong smell of blood.

Everyone was stunned at the same time, and several people's faces changed greatly.

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