As an official, what's wrong with raising a few monsters?

Chapter 354 Big Brother...

Ergui was originally from humble origins. After leaving the Blood-Clad Army, he became a chivalrous hero who roamed the martial world.

Now he has a strong sense of chivalry and his mindset is driven by a desire for quick revenge.

I didn't think too much about it.

They came to kill Du Yun'an, but they also shouted and cursed at him, letting him know why he was going to die.

The two followed Wang Huai and went through countless life-and-death battles.

He was certainly not comparable to Du Yun'an, who was cunning and enjoyed wealth and luxury.

After a few rounds, Du Yun'an's obese body was kicked to the ground by the gambler, and the sword was pressed against his throat.

"Gentlemen, gentlemen, we are all loyal subjects and former subordinates of His Majesty, why are we drawing our swords against each other?"

If you want to become a big shot, you need at least a thick skin to turn black into white, if you don't have any unique talent.

Du Yun'an was filled with terror and kept saying, "I have worked diligently for the late emperor, only to avenge Your Majesty. Why are you two treating me like this?"

"Loyal minister? Revenge?"

Look at how fat and bloated this thing is from eating, and look at the luxurious lifestyle it enjoys in this magnificent mansion.

The two ghosts laughed in anger upon hearing this.

Are you truly seeking revenge? Or are you a true loyal subject?
He's still using my older brother's name to indulge in wealth and luxury here.

Even a blind person can see it!
You can't wake someone who's pretending to be asleep; no matter how much you say or scold such a person, it's all in vain.

The gambler immediately raised his sword and, without hesitation, slashed down on the head.

A flash of sword light, and blood splattered.

However, the next moment, the gambler was shocked, his eyes filled with disbelief.

Blood gushed out like a fountain, and the head flew into the air.

only……

"No...no...brother."

The headless corpse lay on the ground, but it was not the terrified pig-headed traitor.

On the contrary, it was the person he was most familiar with, his close brother with whom he spent every day.

It was too bizarre, too strange. The lecherous ghost didn't even say a word, and before he could react to what was happening, his brother chopped off his head with a single stroke.

His head rolled off, and his expression was somewhat bewildered.

The gambler was startled and staggered backward, his eyes filled with horror, his longsword stained crimson.

This was a huge shock to him.

He stared blankly as his brother's head rolled to the ground, a low whimper escaping his throat.

He personally killed the other party...

It felt like the sky had fallen.

He had lost all will to fight and could no longer distinguish between reality and illusion.

And the next moment,
"Puch."

In the moment when his mind was completely still and all hope was lost, suddenly a blade pierced through his chest, and blood gushed out.

On the roof beam, two pebbles shimmered with an eerie light, one pure white and the other pure black, their invisible magical power flowing through them.

Du Yun'an was also a little confused as to why he had switched places with the lecherous ghost.

However, seeing the gambler's sorrowful and lost state, he naturally wouldn't let the opportunity to retaliate slip by.

He immediately drew his knife and stabbed the man through.

He hadn't expected Wang Huai's former subordinates to appear here. If these two were to increase their influence and cause trouble, it would be quite a problem.

"Forehead……"

The gamblers snorted.

His hand grasped at empty air, as if trying to grab something, but he grasped nothing. The light in his eyes gradually dimmed, and his lips trembled, like a wronged younger brother seeking his elder brother's help: "Big brother..."

In the end, life quickly dissipated along with the gushing blood.

He collapsed onto the headless corpse of the lecherous ghost.

The two men spent a great deal of effort breaking into the mansion, but instead of killing the traitor, they ended up getting themselves killed in the process.

"Humph!"

Having narrowly escaped death, Du Yun'an couldn't help but snort coldly.

Having survived the ordeal, seeing the two brothers' miserable state, all fear had turned into anger.

He then slashed the two men twice more in a fit of rage.

The splattered blood stained his face, making him look particularly ferocious and terrifying.

"grown ups……"

"grown ups……"

Just then, lights flickered outside the door, and the servants arrived belatedly to provide assistance.

Upon hearing this, Du Yun'an became even angrier and snorted, "Hmph!"

The leader was kicked to the ground by Du Yun'an, but he could only kneel on the ground and dare not resist.

"Why are you so late?!"

"How did they manage to sneak these two in?!"

"How do you take care of this house?!"

Du Yun'an punched and kicked, venting his fear and anger on the servants: "Everyone, go down and receive twenty strokes of the cane!"

After venting his anger, he pointed to the two ghosts' corpses and said, "Send these two to the dogs!!!"

What ghosts?

Even if your head is severed or your chest is pierced, you still die!

Even if that Wang Huai appeared in front of him, he would chop that guy into pieces.

"Yes, yes...yes!"

The servants who had been beaten and scolded didn't dare to say anything more. They just hurriedly kowtowed and cleaned up the mess in the hall.

Only then did Du Yun'an remember what the strange monk had told him that morning, and what he had left behind.

I couldn't help but look up, only to find that there was only a little powder left on the roof beam, which had been dispersed by the wind.

"What an extraordinary person..."

Du Yun'an stood there, muttering to himself, a sense of awe rising in his heart.

……

"I heard that Yueyang City is besieged by the Northern Lie?"

"I wonder how things are now?"

While the east was in chaos, the southwestern stronghold, meticulously managed by Xiao Xinyue of the Xin Qian Yuan dynasty for many years, remained peaceful and tranquil.

Winter is gradually receding, and a new year is beginning.

People lived in peace and contentment, and farmers, merchants, workers... people from all walks of life began a new journey.

Ji Qu is located in a small mountain village in the northern part of Luzhou.

The night was quiet, a crescent moon hung high in the sky, and a gentle breeze rustled through the treetops.

Under the eaves of a house in the village, a copper bell hangs and sways in the wind.

A bonfire crackled and burned in the courtyard, its light illuminating several faces—two adults and two children.

The wine bowls clinked together, and the wine rippled.

The burly man held the wine bowl but didn't drink. Instead, he looked eastward and sighed softly.

He had a beard and wore the simplest coarse cloth clothes of a farmer, but his brows revealed a remarkable composure and sharpness, with a restrained aura and an imposing presence.

No one could have imagined that the blood demon who once stirred up a huge storm and destroyed a country was now a tyrant.

Right now, in this peaceful little mountain village, I've become just an ordinary farmer.

If Mingchen were to see him again now, he would probably feel a pang of emotion, realizing that his elder brother had truly changed a lot.

The former Emperor Qi, and the spiritual leader of the Blood-Clad Army, was Wang Huai.

After bidding farewell to Mingchen, he chose to live in seclusion in the small mountain village where he had come to explore with his son.

However, although it is said to have returned to the lives of ordinary people.

But having stood atop the mountain, weathered the storms, and enjoyed boundless glory, he was destined to be unable to face these ordinary days with the mindset of an ordinary person.

He still can't help but care about the country and the future.

He hoped he hadn't made the wrong choice.

Information transmission was blocked, and so much time has passed that the Battle of Yueyang has been won for quite some time now.

Wang Huai had just learned that Yueyang City was under siege, and he was also somewhat worried.

If Xiao Xinyue and Qian Yuan were to perish, his actions would be nothing short of those of a clown.

"Hey~ why think about all that?"

"Mingchen is still here!"

"This is none of our business!"

Opposite him, a tall, rugged-looking monk casually waved his hand and downed the wine in his bowl with gusto.

He ignored the Buddhist precepts of fasting and devoured the pig's leg in his hand. The obedient young monk sat beside him, hands clasped together, neither drinking nor eating meat, creating a stark contrast.

Do not be angry.

He has always acted willfully. Although he was persuaded by Mingchen to help Qianyuan, he was unwilling to accept being controlled.

Mingchen let him be, and when Ji Qu felt oppressed, he traveled around.

I happened to run into Wang Huai.

The two had met once before outside Yueyang City, and Bu Chen had helped Wang Huai fight against ghosts and gods.

Now, meeting an old friend in a foreign land, everything has changed.

After their identities were changed, the two found themselves getting along very well and hit it off immediately, so they drank together.

"Father, if you hold a position, you should govern accordingly."

"Now that we are both free, why should we carry the burden of those storms on our shoulders?"

"We're just country folk now, isn't thinking too much just adding to our troubles?"

Beside Wang Huai, a kind-faced young man carried a wine jar, filled it with wine for the senior monk, and said with a smile.

This is Wang Huai's real biological son.

The so-called Wang Huai bloodline in the south... who knows where Du Yun'an dug it out from.

"The rise and fall of dynasties..."

Ultimately, whether Qian Yuan wins or loses... so what?
My father's grand ambition was simply to free the people from the oppression of corrupt officials and cruel bureaucrats, so that they could live peaceful lives.

Does it really matter who everyone in the world is named?

The father has fallen into a misconception.

However, he gradually lost track of what he said afterward, leaving it to the cold wind.

Because he also has an uncle named Ming, who is on Qian Yuan's side.

"Hahaha~"

"Nephew, what you say makes perfect sense!"

The senior monk waved his hand heartily and drank the wine in his bowl again.

He originally had a strong prejudice against the Blood-Clad Army.

He witnessed the Blood-Clad Army plunging the world into chaos and bloodshed.

However, during the time he spent with Wang Huai, he couldn't help but admire his magnanimity.

This man truly had a pure and innocent heart, wanting to save the world.

He romantically brandished his broadsword and charged alone into the darkness of humanity, fighting fiercely until he was covered in wounds, only to return in a miserable state.

He may have many faults, but... the senior monk felt he was not qualified to judge this person.

"Mingchen is still in the east, what are you worried about?"

Bu Chen grinned and said, "He's the kind of person who never suffers a loss!"

Even if he had doubts about Xiao Xinyue's abilities, he still trusted Mingchen.

Even if Qian Yuan is currently at a disadvantage, even if the country is lost and on the verge of collapse, as long as Ming Chen lives, Bu Chen still believes that he has the ability to turn the tide.

"Too……"

Upon hearing this, Wang Huai smiled and drank the wine in his mouth.

He is no longer the Emperor of Qi; he is just an ordinary farmer.

Thinking too much is pointless.

The wine bowl rested on the rough wooden table, swaying slightly and reflecting the gloomy sky outside the eaves.

"Tsk~"

"It's been a while since I had a drink with Mingchen!"

"He has a lot of good stuff... but he's so stingy, he won't share any with me..."

The monk, holding a wine bowl, gazed at the crescent moon in the sky, shaking his head and sighing with emotion.

Let's steer the conversation back from national affairs.

"Hahaha……"

Thinking of his younger brother, Wang Huai couldn't help but smile: "Next time he comes back, I'll go with you to find him and ask him for some wine. We'll rip him off together."

"Very well! Hahaha, you're his elder brother, you must bring out all the good stuff for the monk to try! Let's see if he dares to cheat again..."

"Hey~"

Wang Huai smiled and waved his hand, saying, "You're trying to provoke me and sow discord between us brothers!"

"Hahaha~"

This kind of life is actually quite good.

The crescent moon gradually brightened on the horizon, and a gentle breeze rustled through the eaves, causing a leaf to fall softly.

Wang Huai smiled gently, looking at the quiet sky.

Spring is just around the corner, and it's been so long since I've farmed... I wonder if I'll still be able to handle the work in the fields.

It would be quite embarrassing if I relied on my younger brother for support in the future.

Time flowed slowly as the two sat facing each other, drinking and chatting, seemingly oblivious to the world's conflicts.

As night deepened and after several rounds of drinks, Wang Huai began to feel a bit dizzy.

He seemed a little drunk, and suddenly...

"Big brother..."

"Big brother..."

The familiar call echoed in his ears, but it sent a jolt through Wang Huai's body and soul.

In a hazy world, he seemed to see his younger brother with his head severed, his younger brother with his chest hollowed out...

The two people who died tragically called out to Wang Huai with sorrow.

It's like a child who has been wronged and is going home to seek help from their older brother.

He trembled instantly and gasped for breath.

I broke out in a cold winter sweat, feeling as if I had fallen into an ice cave, my heart pounding with excitement.

He had let go of the Blood-Clad Army, but the names of those loyal and righteous people within it remained a constant burden on his shoulders, an indelible mark. He was prepared to remember them and carry that burden in his heart until his death.

Especially his younger brothers.

Whenever he couldn't sleep at night, he would involuntarily call out his brother's name.

The Nine Blood-Clad Demons, though not blood relatives, are as close as brothers.

What was that just now?
A tremendous sense of unease and loss welled up inside me.

All the joy from the drinks had vanished, leaving only a deep sense of desolation and an increasingly strong sense of foreboding.

"Brother Wang, what's wrong?"

The monk noticed Wang Huai's unusual behavior, put down his wine bowl, and asked with concern.

Wang Huai took a deep breath, his thoughts lingering, and finally asked the monk, "Brother Buchen, what did you say happened just now? Are my two brothers in any danger?"

He knew that this great monk was no ordinary person and possessed some extraordinary abilities.

Wang Huai didn't hide anything and told the other party everything that had just happened, hoping to get some explanation from them.

"This……"

Upon hearing this, Bu Chen also suppressed her relaxed expression and frowned slightly.

The human spiritual realm is difficult to define.

There are always some mysterious and unsettling dreams, threats, or telepathic messages...

These sensations, however, were not unfounded.

As a practitioner, the monk had witnessed many mysterious things, and he still held them in awe.

When emotions run deep, the spirit becomes resilient, capable of traversing mountains and rivers, generating magical power.

However, this didn't seem to be a good thing, and he didn't know how to explain it to Wang Huai.

"Could it be that something has truly happened to my two brothers?!"

Seeing that Bu Chen's expression was different, Wang Huai's expression became even more unpleasant.

……

Even the slightest change can set the gears of fate in motion.

Even for Mingchen, it's impossible to know what happened in the world thousands of miles away.

With banners fluttering, the Qian Yuan army was stationed in a small town not far from Chengjin City.

"Teacher, you'll have to give me a lot of guidance this time!"

If another general were to come into the commander's tent to report, he would probably be frightened.

Their handsome young commander seemed to be delirious, muttering to himself as he looked at a tattered flag.

Xiao Xinyue allocated eight thousand elite troops to Mingchen.

This is still the largest scale he has led independently.

(End of this chapter)