Alien Executioner

It’s as if some of my childhood memories have been sealed.

Is it due to the effects of being tortured by phagocytes for a long time?

An Ran held his head and thought, the phagocytes in his body were still screaming like a group of restless children.

Do we really have to do as my sister said, not suppress ourselves, but use absolute violence to release these phagocytes?

An Ran was still a little hesitant. Ever since he started relying on his sister for help, he hadn't actively hunted alien species for several months. The phagocytes that enjoyed violence had no outlet, and chaotic emotions kept filling his mind. In the end, he had to calm down with the help of his sister.

Always rely on my sister... This idea has existed in An Ran's mind for a long time, but when her sister actually took the initiative to ask her to hunt to appease the phagocytes, she was a little unsure of what her sister meant.

He vaguely sensed a hidden hint in his sister's words, that perhaps in the future, his sister would not be by his side.

Just as An Ran was thinking for a long time, the butler beside him stood up stealthily and tiptoed towards the door.

"Ring." A voice suddenly came from behind her.

The butler turned around quickly, and before he even looked at the person who was speaking, he smiled and said:

"I'm going to use the bathroom."

"Besides the photos, you are hiding something else from me, right?" An Ran put down his phone and looked at her.

This is not a rhetorical question, but a statement.

Ling relied on her years of understanding of the young master to understand that this was just a lie. An Ran was not sure at all. This man habitually used this way of speaking to verify his judgment. She responded quickly and shrugged easily.

"what you mean?"

"A lot of things. There's nothing wrong with my sister's health, right?"

"Compared to the eldest lady, your physical condition needs more attention." Ling understood and smiled, "Don't worry about that. Your sister is in very good health. She can be in good health for an hour or so a night."

"I don't understand what you mean, but if that's the case, I'm being overly suspicious." An Ran's tone became cold, "Some hints are unnecessary because I don't understand what you are hinting at all."

Ling smacked her lips. "I didn't imply that. You're just thinking too much. What I meant was... As the Director General of FACA, An Xin, with her physical condition, working all night is just a common occurrence."

"That's what I mean too."

"You better be."

"What did you say?" An Ran suddenly didn't like the tone of Ling's voice that treated him like a child. It was as if he had lost the dignity of a young master of the family. The other party was just a housekeeper, but didn't take him seriously.

"I mean, of course you mean this." Ling was vague, "The word best is just to deepen the certainty of what you mean."

"So I have to learn how to look up words in the dictionary." An Ran could only wave his hand when he realized he couldn't get any more answers.

"Okay." Ling bowed slightly and turned to leave, with a little excitement.

An Ran had a headache, and after some hesitation, she decided to try her sister's method. Naya's appearances were becoming less and less frequent, and she rarely showed her true form except at night when necessary.

Naya is indeed a madman who enjoys violence, and is also a monster that gets hungry very easily, but he only focuses on the latter and does not properly appease his phagocytes.

An Ran stood up and wandered around the hall, carefully observing this palace building that was in the name of a sanatorium.

The butterfly patterns on the wall are like a painting, in which a group of silver butterflies are floating and surrounding a field of white flowers.

This is a flower field that looks very far away, stretching along an entire corridor.

Unconsciously, An Ran followed the corridor to a strange place, sandwiched between the main entrance hall and the restaurant, a dark corridor connected, there is an open door inside, compared to the hall, it is too narrow.

There was no sound from inside, no heartbeat.

An Ran's eyes flashed a light red, and his eyes penetrated the darkness and saw clearly inside the door.

It was dusty everywhere, with only a few small items gathered in the corner. It wasn't messy, like a bedroom without furniture.

He entered the room with curiosity, and his first feeling was drowsiness and depression. This was an abandoned place, but the entrance was not closed.

"Has the door here been open before?"

An Ran muttered to himself as he thought, his memory of this door was very vague.

Looking around, I felt that this was just an abandoned storage room, so I turned around and prepared to leave.

A shadow suddenly flashed behind him.

The phagocytes in An Ran's body began to boil. They discovered this and kept telling their master.

An Ran was stunned and turned around quickly, but there was no shadow at all. Her light red eyes easily penetrated the darkness, and every corner she looked at was so normal.

"Giggle..."

The familiar voice came deliberately from the corner, intentionally attracting attention.

"Bagasas?" An Ran walked towards the corner with a serious expression. There were some unimportant sundries piled there.

Under his gaze, a group of snails symbolizing Bagshas crawled out from among the debris, letting out strange smiles.

An Ran quickly deployed the Death Seeker and chopped at the wriggling mass of flesh.

"Don't try, there's no one else here." Bagshas stuck out his long tongue and pressed it against the sickle blade.

"What is this talking lump of meat of yours?" An Ran said calmly, "If you are a freak, then please die."

"Hahaha, you're really pretending. I told you that we're the only ones here. No one cares whether the noble Director An recognizes Yishang or not."

"I do not know what you're talking about."

"Hehehe... To be honest, it's Naya who knows me. Executive Officer An Ran doesn't know me." Bagshas twisted the tiny tentacles of its body. Although it looked scary, it was not ugly.

That's just how it seems in An Ran's eyes.

“Hehehe…Are you surprised to see me here?”

"You really are haunting me. I can see you no matter where I am." An Ran retracted his sickle. He knew that at least for now, this Shang, who showed no ambition, posed little threat to him.

“The fact that I can see you here, does that mean something is going to happen on this island.”

"No, I'm just sleeping here... Hehe." Bagshas twisted his body wildly, "This island is the Island of Death. This name also has meaning for the Shang Clan."

"As a dead creature, you often hang around me. I don't think this is a coincidence."

"If you don't believe it, then there's nothing I can do." This time, Bagshas didn't let out a devilish laugh.

An Ran unfolded his sickle again, but this time he pulled out white gloves from his windbreaker and put them on, then he took a step forward and grabbed the lump of meat, pressing the sharp edge of the sickle against its soft body.

"Since you are here, I will ask you a question. As for the sacrifices, there is nothing to it. If you are willing to answer, then answer. If not... to be honest, I have not tasted the taste of sorrow yet."

"Hehehe... I think I should be quite delicious." Bagshas laughed again.

"Listen." An Ran said softly, "Hear the excitement of the phagocytes in my body? They can't wait."

"Then you get hungry quickly." As a dead animal, Bagshas was still as out of touch as ever.

An Ran's face darkened. He threw it to the ground and stepped on it twice.

He originally wanted to step on it a few more times, because he really could do nothing about Bagshas. At this time, he heard the sound of several people talking behind him, and they also came along the mural in the corridor.

An Ran tidied her clothes and turned to leave.

In the room, Bagshas slowly crawled towards the corner. It raised its head and saw an unclear shadow standing in front of it.

The shadow nodded, as if saying something.

"You're awake." Its voice was hollow. "Don't worry. I know you want to see Him, but... don't let your two sisters find out."

The shadow nodded again and then disappeared.

Bagshas crawled towards a white flower bud on the ground, wrapped it up, and disappeared into the room together.

……

In the tower of the manor, Xu Yuqing, who was sitting on the ground, suddenly opened her eyes.

"What's wrong, Madam? " the elders opposite asked with concern.

She did not answer, but looked at An Mochen who was sleeping soundly beside her. The man did not react at all.

"Nothing, just an illusion."

Xu Yuqing raised her head, and the waiters in red also did not react at all, as if the familiar feeling of that moment had never existed.

Chapter 324: The Gift of Tyranny (IV)

In a mountain on the island, a remote path was hidden in the thick fog, with countless shadows wandering in it.

The waiters in red walked in unison along the paths on both sides of the path. When they reached halfway up the mountain, they could vaguely see a white manor on the top of the mountain with a crimson tower. On the road, they could see many buildings engraved with the An family's white butterfly emblem.

An Ran stood halfway up the mountain and looked down. His eyes penetrated the thick fog and saw a long convoy of vehicles. These vehicles blocked the road. A group of waiters with guns were buried in the darkness. The butler Ling, who was in the lead, stood at the entrance of the trail. No one dared to approach the mountain.

An Ran and An Xiao walked up the path, surrounded by waiters on both sides. The scene was solemn.

"Are you nervous?" An Ran made small talk. The two of them were greeted by a group of waiters and remained silent to each other.

"Very happy." An Xiao looked up, his eyes flashing with excitement as he looked at the manor in front of him.

"Don't talk too much when you meet the elders later. They won't care."

"Why aren't the people below invited to see the elders?" An Xiao looked down at the crowd at the foot of the mountain. "Also, where is my sister?"

"They will meet with the elders later. This has been a process for many years. When it comes to meeting with the elders, our family and these outsiders cannot be together at the same time." An Ran replied.

"As for my sister... She is actually the same as me. She doesn't like to attend meetings and always finds various excuses to avoid it. If it weren't for you, I wouldn't have come either."

"Is that so?"

An Xiao just nodded, but hid his doubts in his heart. In his eyes, everything his brother said was right. As a member of the family, if he didn't meet these elders, it would make these seniors who shared the family affairs feel chilled. But if that was the case, there must be a reason for not liking to meet them. Maybe it was because those old people were weird?

With every step she took, she felt like someone was watching her, and the feeling went straight to her heart.

Even if I tell it to you, my brother won’t believe it.

An Xiao sighed carefully, but An Ran still noticed it.

"What's wrong?" An Ran looked at his sister with concern, that uneasy sigh still echoing in his mind.

He had noticed his sister's condition before. Ever since she came to this island, she had always been a little uneasy. Even though she didn't show it and tried to hide it in her heart, she still couldn't hide it from An Ran's perception.

He was actually a little worried, knowing that this family was terribly complicated. The flower shop manager Xu Yanqian had already confirmed her identity as an alien, so her sister's mother didn't need to say much, and her father must also know it all.

Facing his mother who holds the power behind the family, his father has never shown any resistance. On the contrary, he and his mother are more loving than outsiders imagine.

This also indirectly shows how twisted this harmonious family is. Everyone knows it, but never points it out.

My sister knows more than me, and since she has not chosen to break the "silence", it means that maintaining the status quo is the best option.

After all, I am also a monster. A monster may feel safer when he is in a devil's family.

An Ran is good at thinking and likes to solve problems with actions, but he thinks that most problems don't need to be solved by himself and waste time. But he still takes his sister's affairs very seriously.

An Xiao may be the smallest monster. After arriving on this island, he gradually awakened...

He came up with this idea and thought it was a good result.

If the people close to you are actually the same as you, then it won't be so depressing for An Ran.

The two walked into the open manor, and under the towering red tower stood a group of waiters in red.

"We're here." An Ran said.

"Master, the young master and young lady have arrived." High up in the tower, the family steward Shan Lan gently pushed open the door.

"Where is An Xin? That kid isn't going to show up this year." An Mochen, who had just woken up, took the list handed over by the old man, which recorded the next group of people who would meet the elders.

"If she's not here again, then there's no point in having a meet-and-greet."

Shan Lan bowed slightly, "I'm afraid the young lady is fishing in the back hills again."

"Isn't she going to fail again this year?" The head of the family couldn't help laughing. His focus was always so different.

"We just made a bet that the young lady still won't be able to catch a fish this year." The elder in the back seat patted his thigh.

"What are you all betting on?" An Mochen looked at the other elders curiously.

“It’s still the same as always.”

"I can't catch it even if I bet on her?" An Mochen smiled and nodded, "Well, I'll still bet on her to catch it."

"Master, you know better than us. That lake is a dead lake. There is nothing in it." An elder in the front seat shrugged helplessly. "We play this game every year, but the answer never changes. It's time to tell the eldest lady the truth. We have to let her attend a meeting."

"Huh? There's nothing in that lake?" An Mochen opened his eyes wide, "Why didn't you say that earlier! No wonder I lose every year!"

He looked at his wife for help. Xu Yuqing, who had already sat back in her seat, was resting with her eyes closed, and then opened her indifferent eyes.

"I blame you for not telling me."

"I was the last one to know about it!" An Mochen scratched the back of his head, looking like he wanted to cry but had no tears.