The Spirit World

Chapter 915: The Sorrow of Anger

[If you were smarter, you wouldn't be so troubled. No one is forcing you to do anything. We give you the opportunity to choose each path, and at the right time, we will earnestly tell you what you will become one day, such and such...

But if you insist on going your own way, you will end up living in pain and torture.

In fact, we gave you many chances, but you still chose to walk this path of eternal pain...

We have no other options... We can only comfort you like this:
Stop dreaming and go to hell. 】

The cold moon has no edge, and it ferrys the lonely soul across in vain; the blazing waves are burning high, rolling over the heart and scorching the lungs.

Walking in the darkness, Shen Zhihua's pain may be difficult to subside.

"Damn it..." He choked, his throat trembling with pain.

"Damn it..." A life burned by a fire snake is like an empty shell that has long lost its vitality.

Pain! Extremely!
"I'm going to... kill you!" He stumbled and picked up the long sword beside him. He didn't care about the scorching heat of the hot iron. He just used brute force and wanted to stab the long sword into the heart of the person in front of him, so that he! Let himself! Die with peace of mind.

"Oh, Brother Zhihua, you'd better not die in silence. I, my friend, only came... to watch the excitement of the Shen family's fire..." The man in front of him kicked Shen Zhihua who was staggering, causing Shen Zhihua to stagger away again and fall into the dust once again, setting off a wave of flames from the mortal world.

"Don't be unhappy. I'll take care of you, the short one, today! Then I'll go back and take care of that stinky bitch Xiji. You two are a perfect match! In hell, go and be a couple of lonely ghosts!"

The man kicked hard from above, but Shen Zhihua, who was lying on the ground, seemed unable to block it and was kicked away.

"I am going to kill you!"

"I am going to kill you!"

"I'm going to kill you!!!"

How could he have the strength? His body, burned by the fire snake, was extremely hot. If he had not taken his last breath, how could he stand up, rush to the man, and stab him with his sword?
But what made Shen Zhihua completely despair was that his body was too short, and it was already in tatters after being burned in the flames. What was waiting for him was only death, but it was so tragic and unbearable...

Yaji... Xiji...

He could only call her name in his mind...

The fire was burning fiercely, and Shen Zhihua's heart was churning with a poison that was hotter than the fire, which was determined to poison this broken body to pieces and leave it completely in pieces!

Shen Zhihua fell down. The man kicked him three or four times with laughter, but then he felt bored and spat on Shen Zhihua's mottled face. Finally, he left the fire scene leisurely.

It no longer matters whether he set the fire or not. As long as the Law Enforcement Department of Yixian Town determines that it was the cause of the disaster caused by the dry weather, the case will be left unresolved.

However, no one would have thought that after the fire at the Shen family's home, all the members of the Shen family died on the spot, but only one survived, and that was the eldest son of the Shen family, Shen Mo, Shen Zhihua.

He was disfigured beyond recognition in the fire and was rescued by a scavenger using bamboo weaving. Although he managed to save his life, his family had already been destroyed and he was in great pain.

In this life, living is revenge!
I'm going to... kill you!

Three days after the fire at the Shen family's home, Shen Zhihua, whose entire body was still suffering from the burns, no longer made any whimpering sound. The only sound was the sound of gnashing teeth. The deep hatred that wanted to burst out of his eyes burst out in the bamboo weaving, scaring away all the scavengers, who dared not take a single step forward.

"Brother..." A man wearing a turban laughed loudly.

"This guy... seems to really think he can kill people with just his eyes!"

The man in the turban had bright eyebrows and beautiful eyes, and looked naturally intelligent. When he saw Shen Zhihua, he smiled coldly, with a bit of joking in his tone.

Shen Zhihua had never seen this man before, and could not stand this man's jokes. His eyes became wider and brighter. These were the only eyes he could control, but he made the man laugh again.

"Oh, what an interesting lonely ghost, still angry and resentful... so..." Before the man could finish his words, a man holding a white fan gently patted his chest with the fan, signaling him to shut up.

This person is exactly the big brother he was talking about.

The eldest brother's name was Tang Yibai. He stood in the corridor holding a fan. His slender figure even blocked the moonlight. Shen Zhihua's tattered body was rotting in the bamboo weaving, emitting a disgusting stench.

"No one can defeat the angry fire. Fourth brother, you are just a late bloomer."

Tang Yibai swung his fan, and a dragon-like lightning flashed under the clear sky. The "dragon tail" of the lightning flew straight below Yixian City and took the life of a passerby at an extremely fast speed.

A ray of blue light and blue lightning quickly gathered in Tang Yibai's fan. Tang Yibai supported his chin with his left hand, raised his head and looked at the soul in the fan and shouted: "Here, I give you a chance for revenge. Whether you can grasp it depends on you."

"Who are you?"

Shen Zhihua looked at this man who seemed to be of great importance at the first move with a little shock. The passerby who was struck by lightning must have been scared to death, but this man didn't care at all. He just tilted his fan to cover his face and looked at him with his thunder-like eyes.

Later, this man named Tang Yibai became synonymous with madness almost overnight. It was just that he appeared suddenly, and his behavior in front of Shen Zhi's picture was also extraordinary - he regarded human life as worthless and the people as ants.

It is this person who, with an unprecedented sense of responsibility, opens the door to hell to everyone.

"I am nothing but Tang Yibai." Tang Yibai swung the fan again, and the soul poured into Shen Zhihua's head. For a moment, the soul like flowing water instantly repaired his body, making him experience the emptiness of life like never before.

A living life turned into nothingness and bubble in less than two seconds.

What's the difference between me and them?

Shen Zhihua could suddenly sit up and look at his dying body that was no longer in pain, and his soul that was being tortured in every way.

"We will head to Yuzhao Mountain."

Tang Yibai put away the fan.

"Once you have solved your own problem, come here. I can give you a better answer there."

After saying that, the turbaned man also stood up, and another man leaned against the wall, waiting boredly.

They are fellow travelers, but also lonely ghosts.

At that time, Shen Zhihua would not be like he is now, but within the next day, his anger would be completely ignited.

It was at that time that Shen Zhihua, who was using the Scorpio Knife, became a real scorpion. He would not allow any strangers to get close to him. If anyone got close, he would wave his pincers and poisonous needles to force the strangers away.

"If there is anything else that needs to be made clear... it is..."

Someone closed a book and walked out from the shadow of the glowing crystal.

"Shen Zhihua's original anger turned into lust, so there was a gap in the rotating formation that Tang Yibai wanted to create, and the Great Demon King was not resurrected successfully. In a sense, this also shows one thing, that Tang Yibai, who is meticulous in his calculations, can also fail."

The man stood up and looked at the person who came.

Chang Yufeng, dressed in black, listened to the story of the Seven Kings Swordsmen.

He was wearing a black robe and a white jade pendant around his waist.

On the jade pendant, there was an ancient dragon entwined, and a huge Chinese character "Ning" was flashing in the glowing crystal.

"Failure... A rotation formation that has been carefully planned for such a long time will end with such an obvious... failure... Tang Yibai... will fail?"

Chang Yufeng's stern voice sounded like he was scolding the story in the book.

"The Rotating Formation! There is no way it will fail! What happened five hundred years ago? Why did anger turn into lust? Tell me now!"

Chang Yufeng's hand was already on the green scabbard, as if if the man hesitated even a little, Chang Yufeng would separate his head from his body.

"Because...because..."

Ah...have you read the extra chapter of "Singing Autumn Cicadas"?

The original story is:
Shen Silang saw how Yaji died... (not written)
There is also Yaji and that man’s son… (not written)
Before he died, that person ridiculed him to the utmost... (not written)
He became a person who used his promiscuous nature as a cover-up... (Since I didn't write this before, this point will be very abrupt...)
Angry people...

It can be regarded as a hidden extra plot…

The reason I didn’t write it is simply because... I think it is too disgusting... disgusting to myself... and there is no need to do so.

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(End of this chapter)