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Chapter 101: Where Righteousness Lies (V)

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One evening ninety years ago, the sky was thick with clouds and fog, and there was bitter rain and cold wind.

In front of the Xiaoyao Sect’s mountain gate.

A child, about ten years old, was kneeling on the stone steps, with dried blood on his head. It was not caused by being beaten by others, but by the child himself.

Start from early morning.

The ragged, skinny little boy knelt on the stone steps, saying "Master, please accept me as your disciple" while kowtowing.

During this time, there were disciples of the Xiaoyao Sect who came out to see, but they all left in the end. The little boy could only kowtow continuously. He had not eaten anything along the way and he had lost a lot of blood from kowtowing. He was already exhausted and finally even fainted on the steps.

But still no one came out.

Someone asked the little boy, "Why do you want to join the Xiaoyao Sect?"

"I want to learn martial arts!"

"I want revenge!"

The child replied, his eyes filled with hatred and anger, as if the scene from the past was replaying itself.

It was a nightmare day.

Horse thieves were wreaking havoc in the village. Men were roaring, women were screaming. The peaceful Xiao Village was covered in orange-red fire. The little boy's last memory of the village was the moment when his parents hid him, his mother's gentle eyes, and his father's resolute back.

"Rumo, Rumo, my child..."

"Survive."

.....! ! !

Xiao Rumo suddenly opened his eyes. He didn't know when he was no longer in the imperial mausoleum, but in a deserted village with corpses and blood everywhere. He seemed to have traveled through time and space and returned to that day ninety years ago, to that day stained with blood.

When I came to my senses, crystal tears were already flowing out uncontrollably.

"Don't you hate it?"

"!!!"

Xiao Rumo turned his head suddenly and looked in the direction where the voice came from. Standing there was an old man who looked very old but in good spirits.

"...Master?"

"Rumo, don't you hate them? Hate those horse thieves who killed your family?"

“… … ..”

The familiar tone and voice made Xiao Rumo absent-minded and recalled the scenes of the past.

Same problem.

The old man who asked this question was standing in front of Xiao Rumo, who was only a ten-year-old boy at that time. Before this, Xiao Rumo had been kowtowed for a whole day, but no one responded to him. He was originally in despair, but the appearance of the old man rekindled Xiao Rumo's hope.

In response to the old man's question, Xiao Rumo said without hesitation:

"I hate it!"

"If I succeed in learning martial arts, I will kill all those enemies! No one will be spared!"

"good!"

The old man laughed and agreed with him: "Well said! From today on, you are my disciple! Since you have hatred and enemies in your heart, you must work hard to practice and not slack off for a single day. Every day you slack off, your enemies will be free for a day. Do you understand?"

"clear!"

"Come with me."

... ... ...

Coming back to his senses, Xiao Rumo was silent for a moment when he looked at his master who appeared in front of him again, then smiled helplessly.

"Master, I hate it."

"I still hate those bandits. I hate them so much that I want to grind them to dust."

"good!"

The master laughed and praised him just as he remembered.

... .but.

After the praise, the smile on the master's face changed.

"Since you hate them, then take revenge! Take revenge as much as you can! It's these damned horse thieves, these so-called martial artists who have destroyed your family! If these horse thieves didn't know martial arts, their numbers wouldn't be enough to massacre your village. They deserve to die."

"Those who know martial arts deserve to die!"

“Kill them!”

"Let them know your anger!"

"Vent out the anger in your heart!"

"Like ink, like ink..."

The master was no different from what he remembered. When he called his name, he was still gentle yet a little stern, but his tone had changed unconsciously.

Like ink, like ink.

Possessed by the devil, possessed by the devil.

... .Possessed by the devil!

The scene around him changed again, just as he remembered, the wild laughter of the horse thieves, the screams of the villagers, and even the cries of his own parents before they died. Their dying faces, their dying wishes, their dying anger, their dying resentment, all emerged in his mind.

The familiar relatives in Xiao Rumo's memory turned into ghosts and floated in front of him.

Since you hate, then go ahead and kill him!

If you don't want to do it.

Then give the power to me.

I'll kill for you!

The knights use force to break the law. If all the martial artists in the world are killed, the world will naturally be at peace!

Kill kill kill kill kill kill!

The sound of Huang Zhong Da Lu kept ringing in Xiao Rumo's mind, stirring up the murderous intent in his heart, urging the anger in his heart, the tragic death of his relatives, the determination of his parents, the despair of surviving, and the deepest shadow of his childhood flashed through Xiao Rumo's mind one by one... .

... ..After a moment of silence, Xiao Rumo suddenly smiled and shook his head.

"That's it."

"Chen Changzhuan, is that you?"

"Although you tried to hide it, I have carefully investigated you before. You can't hide it from me."

“… ..!!!”

As soon as he finished speaking, the continuous screams paused for a moment.

Looking at the ghosts around him, listening to the screams in his ears, and feeling the horrific memories of ninety years ago, Xiao Rumo not only did not show an angry look, but... .

"Why bother?"

... ..sighed deeply.

Boom!

As the sigh fell, the surrounding scene changed again. The dilapidated village, the corpses everywhere, and the cheering horse thieves all disappeared. Instead, there was a figure wearing a blood-stained robe and with a ferocious face. It was Chen Changzhuan, who should have been cut in half by Beidou Xingjun's axe.

The person who appeared here was not Chen Changzhuan himself.

To be precise, he was almost dead in reality at this time, but before he died, he used the induction between the Blood Demon Pill and Xiao Rumo to project his consciousness here.

Xiao Rumo was not surprised by this.

"It's an illusion, right? When did you poison me?"

"You were caught when we first met."

Chen Changzhuan said in a cold voice: "The Blood Demon Pill is divided into two parts, the mother and the child. I will use the mother pill. The child pill is very fine and can be used to perform illusions after it is injected into your body. At the critical moment, I can even use the mother pill to directly extract the blood of the child pill host to restore my own state..."

"In that case, it seems you have failed?"

"Asshole!"

Xiao Rumo's question made Chen Changzhuan roar in indescribable anger.

"Why!"

"Xiao Rumo! Aren't you angry?!"

"I know you!"

"I have investigated your case before! You joined Xiaoyao Sect because your whole family was killed. Those horse thieves are actually fugitives from the martial arts world. They are highly skilled in martial arts and have weapons. Even though there are many strong men in Xiao Village, they can't withstand the swords of those horse thieves."

"Aren't you angry? Don't you want revenge?"

“It’s all those gangsters!”

"If it weren't for them! You could have lived a happy life in your own village! Grow up in peace, get married in peace, grow old in peace, have many children and grandchildren, and live a peaceful and happy life... Those martial artists destroyed everything for you! Don't you hate them!"

Chen Changzhuan's roar seemed to stir up this mysterious fantasy space.

Right beside him, one illusion after another appeared, but the owner of the illusion was no longer Xiao Rumo, but another similar but different boy.

They are also young children in the village.

In order to frame a rival family, a family in a nearby big city easily wiped out an entire village, using hundreds of villagers as pawns in their conspiracy.

It's like history repeating itself.

The young child also survived by chance. He hid in the partition of his home and escaped.

Then he also joined the Xiaoyao Sect.

... ... Yes.

Xiao Rumo looked at these scenes and couldn't help but sigh: "It's very similar to me."

“Answer me!!!”

"Xiao Rumo!!!"

Chen Changzhuan's eyes were bloodshot as he stared at Xiao Rumo and said word by word, "Don't you hate him?"