Chosen One, how did I end up as the villain?

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The killing intent spread, and the coldness was like a sudden frost.

The nearby evil spirits seemed to sense the danger and began to retreat.

Qin Huaiyu's eyes were icy cold. He took a step forward, and a dark golden dragon shadow emerged. He was now in front of the ferocious ghost, his fists clenched, exuding killing intent.

Several streaks of blood spurted out instantly.

Before the ferocious ghosts could react, their chests were pierced, and they were completely lifeless.

He turned again, bursting forth with light, and charged straight in.

"Bang, bang, bang!"

The muffled thuds continued one after another.

The sky suddenly changed color, and blood splattered like ink, spreading wildly. One after another, severed limbs were thrown into the air, and then fell like rain.

The glaring red flowed across the ground, and the flying flesh and blood splashed up layers of water as they landed.

Blood stained the entire scene.

At this moment, Qin Huaiyu was like a god of death, slaughtering wildly. His black hair danced wildly, and his body was covered in blood, which even his dark gold color could not cover up.

He unleashed a torrent of killing power with his fists and feet.

The formidable demon was now as fragile as paper, breaking at the slightest touch, its flesh and blood flying everywhere.

This scene horrified everyone present.

"Huaiyu... what's wrong with Huaiyu?"

Shen Wan'er also sensed the powerful killing intent. Looking at the already crazed figure, she asked in a trembling voice, unsure whether it was fear or heartache.

"He was injured, his reason was overwhelmed, and he was only being held up by willpower!"

Shi Yu's rosy lips trembled slightly; her voice was soft, but everyone present could hear it.

The townspeople all looked at the blood-stained figure, and only then did they realize how thin, lonely, and tragic that figure was.

He was the only one fighting and bleeding, sustained only by his willpower.

"Mom, why is my older brother still fighting when he's injured!"

A little boy looked up, his clear eyes gazing at a woman beside him.

This question seemed like an interrogation of the soul.

"Child, he did it for us!" the woman sobbed in reply.

At that moment, the townspeople's conscience seemed to be awakened. Many people silently lowered their heads, unable to bear to watch any longer, and silently shed tears.

Some people held back their tears, their eyes filled with respect as they looked at that figure.

In the field

The battle is nearing its end.

A large number of ferocious ghosts piled up at Qin Huaiyu's feet, and he was already covered in blood, his appearance unrecognizable, with his blood-red hair flying in the air and drawing a dazzling red line.

The murderous aura around them had diminished considerably, and the dark golden halo had dimmed.

"Bang!"

With a single punch, the last ferocious ghost's chest was pierced.

"Snap"

Blood splattered up to a height of more than half a person.

Qin Huaiyu and the evil ghost both knelt on the ground.

"puff!"

He coughed up a mouthful of blood, then closed his eyes and completely lost consciousness.

"Huaiyu!"

"Young Master Qin!"

Those present rushed over upon seeing this.

Shen Wan'er embraced the blood-stained body tightly. Looking at the handsome face that the bloodstains still couldn't conceal, she could no longer hold back the large tears that streamed down her face.

Shi Yu crouched down, hurriedly checking the injuries. This was...

Her body trembled, but soon her brows furrowed again.

Feng Yunming's expression was grave. "Quickly, help him inside!"

Seeing this, several people nearby wiped away their tears and quickly stepped forward to help. They carefully lifted the person up, as if touching porcelain, for fear of hurting the person if they used too much force.

.............

I don't know how much time passed, it felt like an eternity.

Qin Huaiyu slowly woke up and heard Bian Shiyu's urgent question in his ear.

"Uncle Tian, ​​how is it?"

"Miss, there's nothing we can do. His soul has been severely damaged. Although I've given him a Soul-Stabilizing Pill, it will only work for a short period of time."

Once the effects of the medicine completely wear off, his weakened soul will be corrupted by that strange killing power, turning him into a killing puppet, ultimately leading to his death and the dissipation of his soul!

Death and the annihilation of one's spiritual path?

Who are you talking about?

A devastating blow to the soul!

Qin Huaiyu suddenly remembered the battle with Shen Zhiyuan. Those evil spirits had bitten his soul, causing him excruciating pain and making his consciousness hazy.

I only remember killing that old dog, then vaguely remembering saving Wan'er, and then...

Why don't I remember?

...Qin Huaiyu felt a chill run through him, realizing that the person being talked about in their conversation was him.

Panic, fear, helplessness, and a host of other complex emotions immediately spread.

He felt very cold, as if he had been pushed into an ice cave.

I never thought that all my efforts would be in vain!

If I had known this would happen, I would have just stayed home and enjoyed life.

At least I was comfortable for a while, unlike now where I'm in a mess and haven't gotten anything at all.

Qin Huaiyu felt bitter inside, but even though he was grumbling, he knew that if he had to do it all over again, he would still be the same idiot.

That's just his personality; it can't be changed.

Oh, what a pity, Wan'er, I haven't even given her a kiss yet!

Shiyu, this woman is quite pleasing to the eye.

And then there's Xiaoyao, with that porcelain doll-like face. I really want to pinch it again. How will that girl live without me? She'll probably be deceived by someone.