These fairies want me to deal with them every day.

A long whip appeared in the handsome young man's hand, and he actually lashed it directly at the woman.

And in an instant, the skin was torn open.

The girl merely let out a muffled groan, her exquisitely beautiful brows furrowing tightly. She made no further resistance or unpleasant movements, as if she had already become accustomed to it and could even silently endure it.

The sight of the blood flowing from his arm and the dripping wounds was shocking.

Some people even started crying and shouting.

"Kill us...kill us!"

The girl raised her cold eyes and looked at everyone below, then said with a hint of pain.

"Shut up..."

So the scene from the first act was repeated over and over again.

People were constantly being brought up to be asked whether or not to kill the woman.

The woman kept shaking her head, repeatedly denying it.

Then the sharp whip lashed down again and again.

The woman was beaten until she was covered in blood.

Although her clothes could still protect her skin, her pure white dress was gradually being covered in blood.

There is no doubt that she might be beaten to death.

The handsome young man whipped the victim while unceremoniously cursing her.

"What are you insisting on! What are you still insisting on?! Kill them! Quickly say you're going to kill them! Only then can you live! Otherwise, we'll all be neither human nor ghost! Don't you understand?! You're no longer the emperor! You're no longer!!"

These words made Wei Tu understand.

He looked at the woman again.

Whether it was a telepathic connection or simply that their existence could no longer be concealed, it remains to be seen.

The girl's eyes also turned towards him.

His eyes held no weakness, no pleading, only determination.

"Stop dreaming... As long as I live, I will always be the emperor of the Shang Kingdom. And you... try killing me and see what happens?"

"Damn it! Damn it!! What are you expecting?! No one will come to save you! Whoever comes will die! No one can escape!! This is catastrophe! This is catastrophe!!"

Just as the handsome young man's whip was becoming faster and more frantic, and horrifying bloodstains appeared on the girl's neck.

"bass!!"

The sword light pierced through the handsome young man's chest.

No blood flowed out; it only stopped him from continuing to whip the victim.

He turned his head with a strange expression, as mechanical as a puppet.

Then he gazed at Wei Tu.

grin.

"Hehehe... Cultivators, cultivators... Hehehe!" PS: There should be an extra chapter today~ This pace should be alright. Actually, I think updating consecutively at night would be more effective; there's less atmosphere during the day.

22 I am indeed somewhat interested (Bonus chapter 4 for monthly votes!)

Wei Tu looked at the handsome young man from behind the crowd.

Even with a hole punched in his chest, the white-robed young man seemed to be focusing all his attention on Wei Tu, as if trying to figure out who he was and what his secrets were.

Wei Tu had already walked slowly past from behind the crowd, sword in hand.

The towering skyscraper, gleaming with the light of crystal-clear white jade, loomed menacingly, like a pure white behemoth.

As Wei Tu walked over, the surrounding crowd did not disperse; instead, one after another, they reached out to grab Wei Tu.

There was nothing particularly dangerous about it, but what they said surprised Wei Tu slightly, or rather, shocked him.

"Kill me..."

"Please, kill us..."

"Please...please kill me!"

"Don't go...kill me..."

This sounds unreal, as if this place is some kind of sea of ​​suffering, and everyone who comes here wants to be liberated.

But Wei Tu didn't believe this was truly a desire for self-liberation; perhaps... perhaps there was some hidden reason...

what is it then?

Wei Tu walked over.

The young man in white remained motionless.

Until—"Squeak!"

The white jade gate opened directly.

A dim light emerged from within.

Wei Tu did not stop, but the light became even faster, and a huge, dark hand stretched out from it, grabbing the white-robed young man.

The young man in white seemed completely oblivious.

A mechanical laugh came from his throat.

"Hahaha...hahahaha..."

"boom!"

The jade-like gate closed.

The young man in white was drawn into it.

Wei Tu had already arrived in front of the group of soldiers in armor.

"court death!"

The soldier roared and charged at Wei Tu, brandishing his massive cleaver.

The boy only took one step and wielded one sword.

The armor and the head fell to the ground at the same time, but their actions continued.

Then the sword light began to crisscross the stage and the audience. Wei Tu had no choice but to turn them into pieces of corpses that could not be put back together.

They appeared to be bloodless, like mummies who had been drained of their blood.

The scene was strangely eerie, as if these people weren't human at all, yet Wei Tu could sense the presence of living beings within them, indicating they weren't completely dead.

This situation made him think of something, but he couldn't grasp that spark of inspiration.

Because he had already come to the chair.

He saw the woman on the chair.

The girl was looking at him with her beautiful eyes, but he didn't see the hope or glimmer of a savior in them.

She seemed to be examining herself.

Can you solve all of this?

Wei Tu looked at the girl with amusement.

"Isn't it a bit abrupt to ask this right away? Normally, you should introduce yourself first."

A trace of color returned to the girl's face, but she shook her head helplessly.

“There’s no time for that now… I just want to tell you that if you can’t handle this, the solution you should be isn’t to take me with you, but to leave first… This place is already hell, and I don’t believe you have that ability…”

The girl spoke very directly, and Wei Tu also noticed that her voice was quite charming. It wasn't the ethereal and clear voice of a young girl; on the contrary, it was somewhat deep, like the hoarse sound of a river rubbing against its bed.

That's what makes it so uniquely charming.

Wei Tu thought for a moment.

"That's really direct... But I think I can't stay out of this anymore. It's a bad feeling. What we need to do now is unite the forces on the same front."

"How can you be sure it's me? No, no... there's no time, you'd better leave quickly. My name is Ye Bingluan, the Emperor of the Great Shang Dynasty. Let's go."

"it is good."

So Wei Tu picked the girl up from the chair, turned around, and walked towards the crowd again.

This time, however, the crowd's reaction was completely different.

When they saw the boy pick up the girl.

They immediately knelt down in worship.

Then they said in unison.

"Your Majesty! Live on..."

"Long live the Emperor!"

"Your Majesty... please, Immortal Master, help His Majesty survive!!"

"His Majesty……!!"

Wei Tu slowly made his way through the crowd, wanting to stop and listen to what they had to say.

Things I couldn't figure out before, I understand now.

These seemingly inhuman and ghostly commoners have a connection with this Empress of the Shang Dynasty, a connection that is even a matter of life and death. Their lives and deaths are certainly inversely related to the safety of this young girl.

So... they'll have to kill them themselves.

So even though the girl was repeatedly whipped, she refused to give them an order to die.

The girl's blood soaked through her clothes. Wei Tu noticed that Ye Bingluan's legs were long but weak, which was why she could only sit in the chair and couldn't move or struggle.

Wei Tu lowered his head and found that Ye Bingluan was not crying; she just looked indifferent.