Journey to the End of the Night-Chapter 1376 - 878: Parasite_2

"When has she ever deceived you, it’s just that for someone pretending to sleep and delude themselves, she can never wake them up."

Baili An nodded, then said, "Fortunately, what you originally sought wasn’t much, just the position of the Crown Prince.

If you truly had talent, what harm would it do for her to promise it to you? After all, what she truly wanted was never these things, but... "

Baili An reached out, pinched Ying Xiu’s chin stained with sticky blood, and said blandly, "Yet you want to rely on this face to bully her... "

"Ying Xiu, you’ve crossed the line."

Ying Xiu’s pupils contracted rapidly, the madness in his eyes instantly seemed to freeze, and a thick, oppressive darkness merged into his black eyes, turning into a fathomless gloom.

"Now that things have come to this, so what if I’ve crossed the line? Do you still expect me to kneel and repent to you? Because of you and your mother, you’ve turned my entire life into a joke! You... "

"Who exactly turned their own life into a joke?" Baili An interrupted Ying Xiu’s words, staring at him, his gaze was bright enough to make one’s heart uneasy.

"You must be more aware than anyone else, since the first time I saw you in Xianling City, I noticed something odd and awkward about you. Thinking about it now, it turns out it was because you were desperately trying to mimic my every move, my living habits.

Ying Xiu, you’re so clever, I can’t believe you haven’t realized anything. Was it really my mother who deceived you, or were you trying to manipulate her with her most painful scars?"

Baili An let out a slow breath, "Ying Xiu, you claim that the Central Netherworld has wronged you, never treating you sincerely, filled with deception and scheming. But when have your original intentions been sincere either?"

Not knowing whether it was because the ugliest side of his heart was exposed or because he felt misunderstood, Ying Xiu cursed out loud in anger, "Bullshit! How do you know I... "

Baili An interrupted again, "Ying Xiu, you seem to have forgotten, that while I am not you, you have inherited a trace of my essence, which allows you to view my memories and also allows me to sense changes in your emotions at certain moments."

"Without plowing to eat, without weaving to be clothed, wagging tongues, unnecessarily stirring trouble. Even those with nothing to do like to create issues. I endured my tribulation, and after the tribulation, you took my place, living a life of glory and splendor quite transparently."

"The reason you are so angry now is simply because I returned, and you can no longer become me. The cause and effect are just that simple.

Your joy and anger, love and hate, all are tied to both of us, so why bother to find any dignified reasons to lament and blame yourself."

"My coming back alive might indeed be cruel to you, but Ying Xiu, in this game, you indeed lost."

Baili An’s plain and simple words, without a single harsh word or sarcasm, still made Ying Xiu’s love and hate for the Central Netherworld and Ying Ji seem childish and absurd.

The words "you lost" completely crushed the defenses in Ying Xiu’s heart.

He could no longer hold back the self-abandoning emotions as if he had understood something, struggling desperately on the ground in terror: "No! No! You can’t kill me! You have no right to kill me! I want to see my mother! I want to see my mother!"

Baili An stood up, looking calmly at Ying Xiu, who, even when faced with the final step, refused to give up on the instinct to survive, and said, "Today, since you are here to judge my mother, I naturally have a reason to judge you."

From the moment you wielded the butcher’s knife, you should have been prepared to experience the despair of being slaughtered by it."

"Take him down to the Sinful Desire Platform and execute the Soul Stripping Punishment."

Although Baili An wasn’t a person who indulged in slaughter and violence, this didn’t mean he had no bottom line. Even a clay dummy can be provoked to anger.

Ying Xiu’s visit to the Central Netherworld was so imposing, repeatedly using word spirits to petition the saints, and it was clear to Baili An who his target was.

He was after his mother, how could Baili An allow it!

The Soul Stripping Punishment involves extracting the soul to dismantle the body, dissolving the Three Souls and Seven Spirits, scattering them into Soul Dust, and returning them to Houtu.

Ying Xiu once used a speck of spirit to inhabit a puppet body, so now his soul dissolving could be considered a destined outcome.

In the National Governance Hall, there was no one who dared to make a sound. At this moment, anyone could see the deeply hidden fierce aura beneath Baili An’s warm and calm exterior.

Qiao Yu made a gesture, immediately ordering two Heroic Spirits of the Central Netherworld to press the hideously twisted Ying Xiu downwards.

"Your Highness, how should we deal with these surviving clansmen?"

Baili An slightly raised his gaze, lightly sweeping over the remaining ten or so individuals from the Human Race faction still alive.

Already frightened by the bloody massacre, their faces ashen, legs trembling like sieves, they had long lost the arrogance they had when entering the hall with the Crown Prince of the Central Netherworld.

Someone trembled, lips quivering, pathetically said: "Don’t kill me, don’t kill me. As long as you spare me, my father will surely reward you greatly! Spare me... my life, and I am willing to follow the Central Netherworld from now on!"

Once one person spoke, these Immortal Sect sons also lost their backbone and began to plead for mercy.

Baili An remained unmoved, calmly said: "You all have violated the Central Netherworld, so your lives cannot be spared."

With one sentence, it was tantamount to pronouncing them dead, plunging them into utter despair.

Baili An nodded and said: "Right now, write a Blood Letter. If your sects are willing to provide as many boxes as today to the Central Netherworld, your lives will be spared, and your souls will be granted a path to reincarnation."

"That’s extortion! These boxes are filled with rare treasures from the world, just the Demon Clan inner cores, the official documents, and the three thousand Purple Talismans are resources as rich as mountains no matter which faction. Your appetite is too..."

Baili An lowered his gaze slightly, not even sparing a glance. Zong Han seemed to understand his intent clearly and once again drew his longsword from its sheath!

A sudden burst of demonic light!

The head of the Immortal Sect young master who spoke rolled down as if it was worthless, and blood spurted like a fountain!

Afterward, with a wide-open mouth, the colorless soul emerging from the forehead was absorbed into the stomach, chewed a few times, and swallowed.

This clean and ruthless killing method without leaving any room shocked those remaining, forcing the grievances stuck in their throats back down.

They trembled even more violently, fearing that a single wrong word would lead to the same fate, chewed like peanuts.

After several struggles and considerations, the remaining individuals gritted their teeth firmly and nodded in agreement.

The cultivators, unlike ordinary mortals, understand the significance of reincarnation.

Though death now seems terrifyingly despairing, it’s better than having their souls shattered and consumed.

Since they have entered the Central Netherworld, their lives are in the hands of others, and arguing or negotiating at this moment is foolish.

Just as if Ying Xiu had won a great victory today, they too would show no mercy.

After each wrote a Blood Letter with gritted teeth, Zong Han harvested their heads and secured their souls.

The dozen boxes that Ying Xiu brought, Baili An happily accepted, along with the heirs of the remaining sects.

Their fathers were formidable and resourceful, and since they dared to extend their reach to the Central Netherworld, he naturally didn’t mind sending a generous gift in return.

Three years ago, in the Chaotic Netherworld Valley, he set the piece called Jun He, which proved to be quite effective.

In the Dark City, the first batch of Demon Clan he saved laid an extremely solid foundation for today’s situation.

In these three years, Jun He, using the group of demon cultivators under Baili An, secretly cultivated power, and by spreading, they took root and grew within various Immortal Sect factions.

This detail was even unknown to Jun He’s other persona, Zangxin.

After such decisive and ruthless methods, the National Governance Hall was cleared thoroughly, and the Central Netherworld ministers were filled with admiration.

They thought that after all the toiling, not only were the troubles of the Central Netherworld resolved, but they also gained two substantial resources.

Suddenly, there was a feeling of gaining an enormous advantage for free.

Baili An’s swift and decisive actions fully displayed the unmerciful side of the Central Netherworld vividly.

The people were deeply impressed.

Dragged away in the bloody field, Ying Xiu suddenly erupted with a startling roar, shattering the Thunder Rope binding him.

He summoned the Demon Sword with a gesture, and just as everyone thought he was about to fight to the death, Ying Xiu reversed the sword in his hand, and the sword tip pierced his own forehead fiercely!