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"Don't delay! Hurry up!" Mo Lin finished speaking and immediately turned with Mo Yu and another Slayer, ready to face the enemy.
"Big Brother, you all..." The young Slayer in the driver's seat seemed to want to persuade Mo Lin and Mo Yu to get in the car, but after glancing at the already crowded cabin, he gritted his teeth and stepped on the gas, shouting, "Big Brother, you must come back!" The vehicle roared to life and quickly sped away from them.
Inside the car, I remained silent, my heart a whirlwind of emotions. I recalled the words of the old Yang Master killed by Er Ye: what truly defines good and evil? If killing is evil, then are Mo Lin and Mo Yu evil for wanting to protect us by killing so many Yang Masters?
And what about me? Initially drawn into this chaos to eliminate my mark, I eventually found myself protecting those around me, even having killed some Yang Masters with my own hands. Am I good or evil?
As these thoughts swirled in my mind, a sense of confusion lingered, but it was soon overshadowed by a stronger surge of hatred and sorrow. A powerful desire emerged—strength. I needed greater power to protect those I cared about. Only then could I eradicate the Yang Masters and prevent the tragedies I had witnessed from happening again.
"If Old Senior Mo Shu can kill Er Ye and return safely, that would be great. But can he really withstand the rampaging Er Ye now?" As I pondered this, I inadvertently voiced my thoughts.
Hu Fang heard me but seemed not to catch it clearly. She asked, "Shen Xu, what's wrong? What did you say?"
I turned my gaze toward Hu Fang's face. Her once delicate features were marred by two distinct tear streaks, her furrowed brow evoking sympathy.
Indeed, everyone had lost something precious: Hu Fang lost her brother; Li Zhisheng lost his father and his arm; and Death Apostle had just lost Yao Long, whom he cherished like family. Given all this, what right did I have to wallow in my own sorrow? I needed to be strong.
I told myself this internally and forced a smile at Hu Fang. "It's nothing. I'm fine. I just wanted to thank you all for your hard work; you've saved me once again."
"Don't mention it..." Seeing me smile, Hu Fang's furrowed brow relaxed instantly as if she breathed a sigh of relief. "I'm just glad you're okay. I was worried you might be too upset."
Just then, I felt my weak hand gently grasped by warm, soft fingers. That warmth spread throughout my body, easing some of the pain I felt.
Death Apostle observed this scene and remarked, "I really envy you all; you have beautiful companions by your side while I'm here all alone."
Hearing this, Mo Yun was the first to turn around, blushing. "Don't be ridiculous! It's not like that. If it weren't for the fact that there wasn't enough space and I was worried that Shen Xu's injury would worsen, I wouldn't want to sit on him..."
"Exactly, exactly, don't be ridiculous!" Li Zhisheng chimed in.
Suddenly, thanks to Death Apostle's words, the tense atmosphere in the carriage eased considerably. But I knew in my heart that besides me, Death Apostle was probably the most heartbroken. Perhaps he felt the same way as Mo Shu Old Senior, not wanting me to be consumed by hatred.
Although I understood they meant well, the grudge of patricide and matricide was not something one could simply let go of...
Throughout the journey, I echoed their discussions about the situations we encountered in Yang Master and our entry into the Underworld. One reason was to alleviate some of my pain through conversation, and another was to ease their worries about me.
...
After several hours of driving and chatting, although Li Zhisheng and Death Apostle shared their thoughts based on what I had said, they were merely reiterating things I had already considered. Their insights held little value, indicating that they too were preoccupied with their own concerns.
"Indeed, encountering such events without feeling any sorrow or sentimentality is impossible..." I sighed inwardly as the car gradually came to a stop. Looking out the window, I saw the misty Yunpo Mountain in the distance.
After getting out of the car, Death Apostle carried me on his back, closely following Mo Yun and a young assassin as we made our way into the mountains.
Before long, we entered through a hidden passage at the foot of the mountain. Arriving at a hall marked with the words "Assassin's Path," Death Apostle set me down on a chair while Mo Yun and the young assassin hurried into another room. Taking advantage of this moment, Li Zhisheng and Hu Fang went to fetch some water and roughly cleaned the blood off my body.
Death Apostle sat beside me, pulling out a blood-stained square pouch from his pocket. He muttered to himself, "In the past, I always thought Yao Long had no scheming nature and wouldn't plot against others; he was always being plotted against. But now it seems that's not true. He just doesn't want to see people's hearts as so malicious... sigh..." With that, Death Apostle let out a long sigh.
At that moment, we suddenly heard barking from a nearby room. The sound grew closer until a Yellow Dog came bounding out from one of the side rooms, wagging its tail. As soon as it saw me, it jumped onto my lap, panting with its tongue out and looking at me with big watery eyes.
"It's you?!" I exclaimed in surprise. This was indeed the Yellow Dog I had encountered earlier in Zunyi. After rescuing it, I had placed it in a pet hospital for treatment. I never expected to see it here again. So I turned to Death Apostle, who was lost in thought while staring at the blood-stained pouch in his hand. "Death Apostle, what's going on?"
Hearing my question, he came back to his senses and said, "Actually, Yao Long didn't go to Yang Master right after returning. Instead, he came back here first. Not only did he bring the dog back, but he also used the waiting time to replicate your previous strategy and found someone to forge a fake copy of the Divine Anomalies Classic: Nine Star Life and Death Diagram..."
With that, the Death Apostle walked into the room where we had been sleeping and a moment later emerged with a book in hand. He continued, "The real book is here." He placed the book on the table beside me.
Looking at the Divine Anomalies Classic in front of me, I could hardly believe my eyes. I had thought that Yao Long was not very cunning, yet at the most critical moment, he turned the tables. I hadn't even noticed it; in fact, when he handed the fake book to Sun Warrior Leader, I had briefly considered him a traitor.
Gazing at the book before me and then at the Yellow Dog by my feet, I couldn't help but shed tears again. This time it wasn't because of his death but because of the deceitful nature of the world.
As he himself said, he was actually best at close combat. The reason he used a bow and arrow was that he didn't want to witness the tragic scenes of others dying. However, he had no choice; once he entered Yang Master’s domain, there was no way out. Moreover, Death Apostle, who had raised him, was also involved. If he left, Yang Master would undoubtedly use his relationship with Death Apostle to force him back; otherwise, Death Apostle would be in danger. He truly wanted to leave but felt powerless...
During his time in Yang Master’s realm, he must have learned how to survive in an environment filled with deceit. Yet he didn’t want to live that way because of his kindness... He never showed any hint of cunning towards us either, all because of his goodness...
"Yao Long..." I choked out. "He is an incredible person..."
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