Shen Yun Forest, outside Bai Yao Village.
The night is as dark as ink, with only faint starlight dotting the silent forest.
Ye Yan stopped and stared with his deep eyes at the barrier in front of him that covered the entire village, his brows slightly frowned.
"Ok?"
He murmured softly, seeming to sense the unusual aura in this barrier.
[Is this the Seven Sacred Demon Sealing Boundary? ]
Gluttony's surprised voice rang in Ye Yan's mind.
[It is possible to allow people selected by the person who set up the barrier to enter and exit, but this barrier allows too many people! ]
Ye Yan was silent for a moment, and an ominous premonition arose in his heart.
He always felt that there were some unknown secrets hidden in this barrier, and all of this seemed to be closely related to him.
He stepped forward, his expression calm and determined. He did not show much fear or hesitation towards this barrier.
After all, under the power of "Oath", all barriers are as fragile as paper.
The moment Ye Yan walked into the barrier, a strong smell of blood hit him in the face, as if he was in a bloody slaughterhouse.
His footsteps paused slightly, and the expression on his face instantly became solemn.
What met his eyes were scenes of horrific tragedy.
Goblin Mu's eyes were gouged out, his internal organs were hollowed out, his hands and feet were chopped off, and he was hung at the entrance of the village.
A blood-red magic circle emerged beneath him, emitting a faint light, as if it was his last struggle of life.
Next to the goblin curtain, there is a head.
That was the head of Xiao Qiu, the child next to Goblin Mu.
There was still an expression of fear and pain on her face, as if she had experienced some unimaginable torture before her death.
The body was nowhere to be found, only the lonely head was left, swaying in the night wind.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry..."
Goblin Mu's voice was trembling and hollow, and he kept repeating his apology, as if it was his only lifeline.
Its eyes were sunken, having lost their former luster, leaving only endless fear and regret.
Ye Yan walked slowly, and every step was extremely heavy.
He looked at the goblin screen in front of him, his heart filled with confusion and anger.
He took a deep breath, tried to calm himself down, and then asked coldly:
"who is it?"
However, the only response he got was Goblin Mu's repeated "I'm sorry".
The sound echoed in the empty village, sounding particularly desolate and eerie.
"Master, their souls are already incomplete."
The sound of gluttony rang in Ye Yan's ears, with a hint of helplessness and regret.
"Gluttony, can it be recovered?"
Gluttony was silent for a moment and then said.
"Master, it's already dead. The reason it's still breathing is because the magic circle is restraining its soul."
"Moreover, these souls are broken beyond repair."
What Gluttony doesn’t say is.
In fact, there is another way, but Ye Yan’s current strength is simply not enough to do it.
Ye Yan is not here either, so let’s talk more.
Ye Yan didn't say anything more. His anger at the moment was difficult to express in words.
A wisp of red mist began to overflow from his body. The density of the red mist was staggering, as if even the space was distorted by it, as if it was going to swallow up the entire space.
His eyes were as cold as ice as he walked towards the village step by step.
The scene in the village was horrifying, like hell on earth.
The ground was stained red with blood. Female corpses were lying on the ground in all directions, some were hung under the eaves of the wooden house, and some were arranged into various strange objects.
Their bodies were already incomplete, but beneath them there was a blood-red magic circle that imprisoned their broken souls.
"Sorry……"
"Sorry……"
"Sorry……"
The sound of murmuring in unison echoed in the village, the sound of misery, pleading, and apology intertwined together, making people feel extremely weird. These sounds came from the mouths of those women who died in tragic ways, as if their souls were crying and telling the world about their experiences.
The more Ye Yan listened, the angrier he became.
He recalled the pride he had felt when he showed off to Goblin General Ren, but now he was filled with only anger and regret.
He seemed to see a child who had never had a toy before, got a toy from his mother for the first time, and then happily showed off to others.
However, before he had time to appreciate it carefully, the toy was violently destroyed.
However, in addition to anger, Ye Yan also felt an indescribable emotion surging in his heart.
He didn't know how to express this feeling, he only knew that this feeling made him feel extremely uncomfortable.
He walked slowly past each corpse, looking at those once vibrant lives that had now become like this.
Ye Yan's gaze fell on the beauty who, even though she had lost her eyes, her limbs were still beautiful.
Despite losing all four sides, she continued to protect others as always.
Behind Hongyan is Xiaoqiu’s lower body.
He suddenly remembered the conversation between the two.
. . .
"Our intention is the intention of the Lord."
"Even if I bring a group of goblins in and take over the village you worked so hard to build?"
"If this is what the monarch said"
“You are more like machines than I am.”
Hearing Ye Yan's words, Hongyan looked up in confusion.
"machine?"
. . .
"She is no longer a machine now."
"but"
Ye Yan wiped the corners of his eyes.
"And me?"
He looked at his hands, but there were no tears.
Even so, he did not shed tears when he saw the scene before him.
He really remained the same as always, never changing the fact about weapons.
[Xiaoyan, you are truly my mother's proud work, the most perfect killing weapon! ]
Recalling what his mother said in his previous life, Ye Yan stopped involuntarily.
Those words, like a curse, were deeply engraved in the depths of his soul.
He raised his eyes to look at the sea of flowers in front of him, all white, just like his mother's beautiful white hair.
And in this whiteness, there was a dazzling red.
He frowned and walked closer slowly.
When I got closer, I saw that it was Sarath, the girl who was begging to survive among the flowers.
Her limbs were brutally chopped off, her eyes were gouged out, and two flowers were inserted in the empty eye sockets.
Her face still showed the fear and helplessness she had felt before she died.
And beneath her was still the blood-red magic circle that was powerful enough to trap the soul.
"Yes, is it your Majesty?"
Sarath opened her dry mouth and spoke in a weak and trembling voice.
Ye Yan nodded, "Yes."
His voice was cold and mechanical, as if he had lost all human emotions.
"sorry!"
Sarath's sudden apology made Ye Yan slightly stunned.
He didn't understand why these girls, whom he had only met a few times, would say sorry to him.
"Why, say sorry?"
He couldn't help but ask, his voice still cold.
"Why have you been saying sorry all along the way!!!" (End of this chapter)