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Chapter 767 The Cake of Deception

In this sunless underground depth, the paths of life twisted and intertwined into an unsolvable entity, like the heart of the city's hatred, throbbing and contracting, spewing out even more black mist.

Compared to other trains heading here, the "blood-red train" behind An Luan is particularly conspicuous. He has killed too many people, eaten too many people, and harmed too many people.

Whether intentionally or unintentionally, with the "help" of his martial arts master, he has been robbing lives and happiness of others since childhood, and those karmic burdens have entangled him.

"Daddy, is this our new home?" the little girl asked again. An Luan, who had long since turned into a monster, stood frozen on the platform, staring at everything in the darkness.

He chose his wife and got out of the car through the right door, but the end result was that he came to such a dirty and ugly place.

The tracks, assimilated by darkness, resembled the tentacles of a deep-sea monster, wrapping around An Luan's body and dragging him and the "blood-red train" behind him into the depths of darkness.

“I think I’m remembering something.” An Luan’s “huge” body slid toward the twisted living thing, and more and more life tracks wrapped around his body, greedily absorbing the pain of his life.

The faces of the people were filled with hatred; they hated not the darkness, but An Luan.

An Luan bears the karmic burden, while the ghosts in the darkness steal the power from hatred.

Within minutes, An Luan's body began to merge with the living creature in the darkness. His wife grabbed his hand and hugged him tightly from the side, seemingly preparing to face the final outcome with him. But this time, An Luan did not look at his wife; his gaze was fixed on his daughter.

That innocent and pure face is a continuation of my life. Seeing her makes me happy, as if all the sacrifices were worthwhile.

"Daddy, is this our new home?" The girl had no facial features and gave off a faint milky scent, but as she approached the twisted creature, blood appeared on her clothes, and her expression turned to pain: "Daddy, are you... going to kill me?"

The childish, clear voice pierced An Luan's heart like a needle.

"I remember... I remember being killed by my father. You chose the City Council Hall, thinking they could be trusted, but they are even more hypocritical and terrifying. To make you more useful, to help you break through to the sixth level of martial arts, they need to give you the most intense stimulation." The little girl's body was covered in blood, and her voice was trembling with sobs.

“Nothing is more painful than killing the person you cherish most with your own hands. The city council knew that this would definitely succeed, but they were worried that you would lose control, so they tricked you into going deep into the forbidden zone, preparing to let the will of the darkness replace you the moment you completed your breakthrough.”

“Dad, I don’t know if it was you who killed me. He had the same face as you, reached out and grabbed my neck, tightening his grip little by little. He didn’t kill me quickly, but stared at my face, savoring my struggle!”

Upon hearing the little girl's words, every heart in An Luan's body swelled violently, and he, who was originally prepared to give up everything and merge with the darkness, began to struggle desperately!
At this moment, he was like the little girl who had been choked, his body entangled by the tracks of life, his body full of sins and karma, and all the hatred in the city was concentrated here.

More and more memories surfaced, and with each recollection, a patch of bloodstains would appear on the little girl's body.

"Don't go, please, don't go!"

Did my father kill me?

"No, it wasn't me! I would never hurt you!" "But that's what you said before."

The bloodstains formed a large patch, and red, swollen handprints appeared on the girl's neck. Her slender neck began to deform, and her head seemed about to fall off at any moment.

An Luan frantically channeled the power within his body. With each punch he threw, the tunnel trembled, constantly tearing apart the life track that bound him. He wanted to hold his daughter, but the woman beside him grabbed his arm first.

"An Luan, don't hurt any more people, go home."

"So, to avoid harming more people, I must sacrifice my own daughter? Die, all of you! My daughter is dead, and you will all die!"

An Luan struggled to break free. The woman's eyes were filled with pain. Taking advantage of the chaos, she snatched the cake that An Luan had been protecting and smashed it to pieces.

The little girl shattered along with the cake; her already bloodied body was torn to pieces. As her head fell off, she cried out with her last words, "I wish that my father could regain his senses and find himself again!"

The tiny wish emanated from his daughter's corpse, transforming into eerie patterns that clung to An Luan's body like a spiderweb. The more emotionally agitated and pained he became after witnessing his daughter's murder, the deeper the patterns formed by the wish were etched.

"You!" An Luan turned his head like a furious beast, staring intently at the woman. Patterns woven from desires covered his entire body, and he seemed to be beginning to be influenced by some kind of power.

"An Luan, we've made too many mistakes; we can't continue like this!"

"You killed your daughter!" An Luan clenched his fists, his arm trembling, and in a fit of extreme madness, he grabbed the woman's neck.

Sensing danger, the woman's expression changed. She sighed, and blood spots began to appear on her body. At the moment An Luan killed her, her flesh transformed into countless malicious black threads that burrowed into An Luan's body, vying with the patterns formed by desires for every inch of An Luan's skin.

In the clash of the two rules, An Luan was dragged into the twisted living thing woven from countless life paths.

The living thing formed by the tracks of life in the darkness swelled up by a third, and the patterns of desire and malice spread to other trains and tracks of life.

"It seems the rumors are true." Ci Nian's words successfully piqued Gao Ming's curiosity.

"What rumors?" Fortunately, An Luan was drawing the attention of the restricted area, so Gao Ming and Ci Nian were temporarily safe.

"Regarding the rumors about the Mountain Lord of the First District, some say he is An Luan, a martial arts genius cultivated during Wansheng's most glorious period." Ci Nian's voice was very low, and he spoke each word carefully: "In order to break through to the sixth level, he entered the First Forbidden Zone under the arrangement of the Municipal Council. When he came out, he seemed to have become a different person. He killed his wife and daughter, abandoned the name An Luan, and became the Mountain Lord of Wansheng through ruthless means."

"So, what we saw was the real An Luan, who was trapped deep in the forbidden zone, and the one using An Luan's body in reality is a monster that came out of the darkness?" Gao Ming understood immediately.

“It shouldn’t be a monster, but a deity worshipped by this city.” Ci Nian wiped the blood from his face. “This is good news for us. The ‘god’ in the forbidden zone has left. We only need to deal with a madman named An Luan.”

(End of this chapter)