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He furrowed his brows and glared, a voice that did not belong to him emanating from his throat. Suddenly, I recalled that when I had previously used "Hatred," he had been in a similar state. Before he could react, I rushed forward and slapped Yao Long hard across the face.
He was momentarily stunned, then covered his face, looking at me in shock. "Shen Xu, why did you hit me?" I frowned as I looked at Yao Long, who was now awake from my slap. "Have you ever used the power of Hatred?"
Yao Long replied, "No, I just feel an inexplicable urge when I think about the past. That urge drives me to kill, and my parents died because of it..." He fell into deep self-reproach.
"So that's how it is. Now I understand why you consider yourself cursed..." I said thoughtfully.
"Is it because of this so-called power of Hatred?"
I nodded. "It should be. If you weren't born with the Void Spirit, you probably wouldn't be like this. Everything stems from the Void Spirit within you. But everything has its cause and effect; perhaps it was destined for you to be this way, just like me..."
Yao Long agreed, "Maybe you're right. Everything happening now is due to fate. Meeting Mr. Death might also be my destiny, but right now..."
Seeing him sink back into sadness, I wanted to tell him the truth immediately to spare him further pain. However, I worried that if he learned the truth, he might act unusually and alert Yang Master's people that Death Apostle was still alive.
After much consideration, I still chose not to reveal the truth to Yao Long. Instead, I asked him, "So how is Death Apostle your only family? Is he your relative?"
Yao Long shook his head. "No, it's not like that. After I killed my parents, there was no evidence to prove anything, and no other relatives were willing to take me in. In the end, they sent me to an orphanage. But I hated it there; the director would scold us all the time. If we made even a small mistake, she would lock us up for a whole day without food. Eventually, I couldn't stand it anymore and ran away."
"In the city, everyone treated me like a beggar; no one would help me. Just when I was about to starve to death, I met Mr. Death. He saved me. At that time, I was only seven years old, and he was just a young man in his twenties."
"Later on, I learned that his parents had died in a disaster when he was young; he was still in high school at the time. Forced by circumstances, Mr. Death worked while studying under pressure and managed to get into college while paying for his own tuition... After he graduated and started working, he met me."
"Mr. Death not only took me in but also earned money to support my education and created a very good living environment for me. From that moment on, I decided that I would follow Mr. Death for life, no matter where he went..."
"Until later, I joined Mr. Death and became one of his minions... As for what happened next, I believe you've already heard it from Mr. Death... But now, Mr. Death is no longer in this world. What does it mean for me to be alive?"
Yao Long sighed deeply, appearing extremely dejected. Seeing this, I thought to myself, "No wonder he is so devoted to the Death Apostle; after all, the Death Apostle not only saved his life but also raised him." Realizing this, I knew I could no longer keep the truth from him; otherwise, he might really consider taking his own life.
However, fearing that Hu Fang in the room might overhear us, I took out my phone and typed a message: "The Death Apostle should still be alive, but for the sake of acting, you must pretend he is dead. Otherwise, we might get exposed, and all our efforts would be in vain."
I handed my phone to Yao Long. He looked at the words on the screen as if he couldn't believe his eyes. He grabbed me tightly and stared at me with his tear-stained eyes, seemingly seeking confirmation of what he had just read.
I smiled and nodded vigorously. Seeing this, he snatched my phone back and typed a response: "Don't worry, I know what I'm doing. I won't expose anything. Thank you!" Yao Long excitedly pressed the exclamation mark on my phone.
After reading his message, I patted his shoulder and said, "That's enough; my phone is going to break." He turned around, somewhat embarrassed, and returned my phone.
At that moment, Yao Long's face was no longer clouded with gloom; instead, it was filled with uncontainable joy.
Just then, there was a sound of keys unlocking the front door. "Is Li Zhisheng back?" I muttered as I walked over to the door...
As soon as I opened it, I saw Li Zhisheng standing there with an old book in hand. He handed it to me and said, "Here it is." I took the book and glanced at it; indeed, it was the same one Li Zhisheng had shown me before. Compared to the one the Death Apostle had given me, this one was missing some content at the back.
"Come in first..." I gestured for Li Zhisheng to enter. Once inside, he looked around and asked, "Where's Hu Fang?" I didn't answer but continued flipping through the book while pointing towards Hu Fang's room.
"Then what about this..." Hearing his question, I turned to look at Li Zhisheng; he was pointing at Yao Long, who was now smiling brightly beside the sofa.
I chuckled and said, "As you can see..."
Li Zhisheng was very clever; I didn't say much, but at that moment, he seemed to understand the gist of it. "I hope you're right..." With that, he walked towards his room.
Noticing the underlying meaning in his words, I quickly stopped him and whispered, "What's wrong? Do you think there's a problem?"
"It's getting late. I'm going to rest now. You should get some sleep too," he said as he pulled out his phone. Realizing he intended to send me a text message, I didn't stop him and replied, "Alright, you go ahead and rest."
Just a short while after Li Zhisheng entered his room, my phone vibrated. "Yao Long, I'm heading back to rest now. Don't stay up too late either. No matter what, a person has already died, but we who are alive still need to live well, right?"
Yao Long knew I was saying this for Hu Fang inside the room, so he immediately switched to an extremely dejected tone: "Once a person is dead, they can't come back to life. We need to take it easy. What if it were your family member?!” His voice carried not only sadness and disappointment but also a hint of anger, making his performance quite convincing.
Seeing this, I chose not to respond and silently returned to my room.
As soon as I entered, I took out my phone and saw a striking message from Li Zhisheng: "Do you really think Yao Long couldn't have any problems?!"
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