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

"Young Master Qin, how are you feeling?"

Yang Dashan stood on the threshold, toying with a bone knife, grinning with a satisfied smile.

"They're here!"

Qin Huaiyu was not surprised at all.

Not only him, but even Qin Hai under the table showed no surprise; on the contrary, a smile appeared on his lips.

"Oh, you guessed I'd come?"

Yang Dashan was somewhat surprised.

"Ha, in this world of utter darkness, evil reigns supreme. You say that, so how could you possibly be kind enough to help me!"

Qin Huaiyu sneered and continued:

"If I'm not mistaken, you're doing this for my cursed body. The reason you gave me the Black Spirit to activate my blood energy is simply so that I'll be able to deal with the Nightmare Devourer and not fall into its mouth."

Yang Dashan pursed his dry lips and said:

"Young Master Qin, you're quick to get into character, but you're overthinking it. As you said, I could have easily dealt with you before that happened, so why wait until now?"

"Don't worry about it, humph!"

At first, I had the same question: what exactly are you up to? Doing good deeds? Is that even possible? But now your appearance has given me the answer I was looking for.

Qin Huaiyu glanced at him disdainfully and said:

"You old codger, you're afraid of it and don't dare touch the people it chose. You're only helping me so we can both be severely weakened, and then you can reap the benefits!"

In this world of extreme darkness, people's hearts are filled with evil.

Upon hearing this, Yang Dashan's expression darkened. He never expected that the seemingly helpless boy in the shop was so shrewd, able to deduce his plan from just a few words.

This kid really can't be allowed to live!

He no longer concealed it, and a fierce glint appeared in his eyes.

"I must say you're very clever, that's all true, but so what? You took my bone-softening pill, and now you probably can't even muster a shred of strength. That's just fate, there's no escaping it!"

"You're despicable! You lied to me from the very beginning!"

Qin Huaiyu leaned against the table, looking half-dead. After a fierce battle, his wounds were still bleeding, and he was exhausted.

Yang Dashan said with a sneer, "Otherwise what? You can only blame your naivety for thinking I would help you out of kindness. I've been waiting for this precious flesh and blood medicine for a long time, how could I miss it?"

"Heh, what a clever scheme. You've succeeded. Enough talk, come on, let me leave in peace." Qin Huaiyu looked resolute, exuding an aura of fearlessness.

"Heh, such a young age, yet such spirit! What a pity!"

Yang Dashan looked at Qin Huaiyu, who was covered in blood, pondered for a moment, and then walked over with a smug look on his face.

Under the table, Qin Hai gripped a long sword and stared intently at the two men.

"Any last words?"

Yang Dashan stopped a meter away, holding the bone carving knife horizontally in front of his chest and cautiously probing, feeling inexplicably that something was wrong.

Upon seeing this, Qin Huaiyu's face revealed a look of disdain.

"What a coward! You couldn't even be a good candidate when I gave you a chance!"

"Hey kid, what did you say?!"

Yang Dashan blushed; those words struck a nerve.

The reason he has survived to this day in this nightmare world is, to put it nicely, because of his cunning; to put it bluntly, it is because he is cowardly and therefore always scheming.

This had always been his secret, but now it had been revealed by a junior, causing him to be slapped in the face on the spot.

The physical death rate did not meet the standard, but the psychological death rate exceeded it.

Qin Huaiyu didn't care about any of that and opened his mouth to say:

"Didn't you hear me? Then I'll speak louder. Coward, you dare to do evil? You don't deserve it!"

At worst, you're a sneaky player; you never get a one-bamboo tile in a game, you never see a two-bamboo tile in your sleep, and your kid is a complete blunder. You're a waste of food while alive and a waste of land when you're dead. You might as well be sent back to the furnace for a fresh start.

"One of bamboo, two of dots...?"

"You're the one who's in charge!" Qin Huaiyu cursed.

After being hit with a barrage of attacks, Yang Dashan felt as if he had been struck by a critical hit of 10,000 points. His old face immediately turned liver-colored, and his anger instantly exceeded the threshold.

"You little brat, you're asking for it!"

His reason was overwhelmed; he gripped the bone-carving knife in reverse and charged forward in a rage.

You masochist, I'm not going to yell at you, come here right now!

Qin Huaiyu's eyes turned cold, and he swiftly reached out his hand, which was enveloped in a golden halo. Looking at the approaching figure, he grabbed the other's throat.

The bone-carving knife stopped in mid-air.

Yang Dashan's face, which was filled with anger, was instantly replaced by panic.

"Impossible, impossible, you... you ate my bone-softening pill, how could you still move!"

"Oh"

Qin Huaiyu, abandoning his previous tragic demeanor, raised his hand with a cold laugh and said:

"Are you talking about this?!"

Yang Dashan's eyes widened in disbelief as he saw a red pill lying quietly in the other's palm—the very same Soft Bone Pill.

"Impossible! I clearly saw you eat it!"

"Idiot, do you even know what 'crossing the Chencang pass secretly' means?!"

Qin Huaiyu was too lazy to waste any more words and directly increased the pressure on his hands.

A sudden, intense feeling of suffocation overwhelmed Yang Dashan. Faced with the threat of death, he was terrified and, his face flushed, he hoarsely cried out:

"Young Master Qin, please don't, it's a misunderstanding, please don't..."

Qin Huaiyu's eyes turned cold, and with a sharp twist of his hand, the old man's head lolled to the side, and he was completely lifeless.

"Follow me, you know the Thirty-Six Stratagems, right?"

"......What Thirty-Six Stratagems?"

Qin Hai crawled out from under the table, his face filled with a thirst for knowledge.

"You don't understand the art of war, son."

Qin Huaiyu stood ramrod straight, giving his cheap old man a disdainful look. The old man was quite reliable, never letting go of the knife.

"What kind of look is that? It's not that I don't want to help you, it's just that my abilities are limited. Come here, let me see where you're hurt."

As he spoke, Qin Hai leaned closer with a concerned look and reached out to check the wound.

"Don't worry about it, you should take care of yourself!"

Qin Huaiyu shoved the person away, then threw away the body and strode out of the room.

"This child is really healthy!"

Qin Hai watched the disappearing figure, lowered his head and pondered for a moment, then turned around and looked at the two corpses, a near-perverted joy on his face.

"The Heart of Nightmare Devourer, the Body of Marrow Cleansing, haha, I've got them all!"

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outside corner

"puff"

Qin Huaiyu coughed up a mouthful of blood, his stamina waning as he looked at his shoulder, which was now a bloody mess, and frowned deeply.

The Nightmare Devourer had already severely injured his body, and his last attack on Yang Dashan, disregarding his injuries, only exacerbated his condition. Although the golden liquid was there to help him heal, it would take time.

Before that, he needs absolute safety.

The world of extreme nightmares is indeed dangerous. If I hadn't been careful this time and that old guy had hidden some pills, I probably wouldn't even have any bones left by now.

Now that two problems have been solved, it seems like the crisis has been averted, but there are still people behind the scenes and unscrupulous people in the town. Who can guarantee that there won't be any ruthless people hiding in the shadows?

In case of...

He suddenly felt a headache coming on.

In my past life, although I was a poor nobody, at least I lived in a peaceful and prosperous era.

If city life becomes unbearable, at least one can return to their hometown to make a living, get married, have a son, and, barring unforeseen circumstances, enjoy a loving father and filial son, living a simple and ordinary life.

But now, unexpectedly, I've found myself in this perilous world. How am I going to survive?

It's only a matter of time before it cools down.

No, I can't die in such a miserable way after being given a second chance at life. That would be too shameful.

Right now, I must find a way to cultivate myself as soon as possible, only then can I protect myself.

Qin Huaiyu thought of Yang Dashan. This old guy knew the most. He understood cultivation so well and had even planned the whole conspiracy. It was very likely that he had some hidden cultivation methods.

It seems I need to make time to visit the bone carving shop as soon as possible.

"Crunch"

Just then, the sound of a door closing came from not far away.

Qin Huaiyu peeked out in confusion upon hearing the sound. Outside the door, he saw his cheap father dragging a corpse, holding the bloody heart of the Nightmare Eater in his left hand as he walked out.

He looked around cautiously, giving the impression of being a thief.

"So that old guy really was up to something behind my back?"

Watching that lewd figure walk towards the main house, Qin Huaiyu's mind raced, and he tiptoed after him.

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