Monsters Are Coming

Chapter 1400: Chapter 364: Invite the Enemy into the Trap, Pay Your Taxes! (Monthly Ticket Requested)

Divine Artifact Clan Land, outside Artifact Valley.

The waning sun dyed Mirror Moon Lake into a pool of golden amber. Yang Xiu sat on the lakeside green stone, unconsciously tracing the water’s surface with his fingertips, the ripples shattered the lake’s glowing reflection.

You Ying hovered beside him, the blue-purple sword light softened by the twilight, patiently listening to Yang Xiu’s narrative.

At this moment, Yang Xiu was already immersed in the story of the character he had woven.

The voice in the narrative carried a hoarseness, eyes staring at the moon shadow swaying in the lake’s center, as if seeing his "tragic" past through the lake mirror.

"So you come from a clan called the Moon Shadow Clan?"

Upon hearing this, Yang Xiu’s eyes showed a hint of nostalgia, as if evoking the past’s beauty:

"We lived in tree houses in the Mist Hidden Forest. Every morning, we could hear the elder playing the leaf flute, and the children would chase the fluorescent butterflies in the woods. The clan’s hunters never took more than needed, and each time they returned from hunting, they would give the most succulent meat to the old and weak..."

Saying this, he suddenly clenched his fist, knuckles turning white, and his voice began to tremble:

"Until three months ago, evil forces descended."

"A pitch-black tower rose up on our territory, the sky was shrouded in a blood-colored waning moon, countless evil creatures fell like raindrops with the surging black mist."

"The things born of the black mist rushed into the forest like mad, the crackling sound when tree houses were knocked down, cries of children were everywhere. The elder blew himself up to protect us, blocking off the pursuers... I still can’t forget."

He lowered his head, his shoulders shaking violently:

"The clan leader told us young ones to divide into twelve groups and take the children away first, to gather in the east at the Emperor Tomb Mountain Range area. We ran and ran into a miasma forest, and when I looked back... fewer and fewer people were around, until there was only me left. I didn’t protect them."

The lake wind carried Yang Xiu’s sobbing, stirring the blue-purple glow on You Ying’s sword body gently.

Yang Xiu raised his head, his eyes were bloodshot but no tears, only desolate and dry despair:

"I once told the children we would rebuild our home, I said I would roast the most fragrant beast meat for them, but now... they’re all gone."

Finishing his words, his voice suddenly choked.

Like an invisible hand had gripped his throat, he wiped his face with his hand’s back, yet couldn’t even shed a tear.

But the dry despair was more gratifying to You Ying than a flood of tears.

Perhaps, he had already cried dry his tears.

Yang Xiu slowly curled up his body at this moment, his back pressing against the cold green stone, as if this could resist those bone-gnawing memories:

"I don’t even dare to go to Emperor Tomb Mountain Range... I’m afraid to see the empty valleys, and more afraid of what to say when meeting them."

The lake wind lifted Yang Xiu’s tattered robe and the black cloth clothes inside, exposing deliberately brushed abrasions on his arm, appearing savage red in the waning sun.

He just kept his head down, his shoulders shaking, as if even breathing was accompanied by a shattering tremor, as if he would be completely torn apart by memories at the next moment.

You Ying was extremely satisfied with the response of this new host seeing this scene.

He even thought of a good plan.

At this moment, although the creature before him was in despair, it was like a pool of dead water, lacking the ripples capable of stirring repeatedly.

If he wanted him to completely become the nutrient producing negative emotions, he must first drop a "hope" stone into this dead pool.

It might be a good idea to go with what he suggested, make a journey to the so-called Emperor Tomb Mountain Range.

If no clansmen came to meet, proving the clan’s annihilation, it would surely deepen his disappointment and despair.

But he hoped Yang Xiu would reunite with his clansmen at the agreed location.

Once Yang Xiu immersed himself in the joy of regained reunion, he would silently make his move.

Stain the minds of the clansmen reunited with Yang Xiu using the Evil Sword Lineage’s "Enchanting Heart Spell," making them blame and rebuke Yang Xiu.

Tell Yang Xiu that if it weren’t for him fleeing chaotically and leading the wrong way, how could the children have fallen into the miasma forest.

Accuse Yang Xiu of being a coward.

Thus, he could watch Yang Xiu fall from reunion joy, stabbed all over by the grievances of his former clansmen.

The warmth of reunion would also be gnawed bit by bit into cold regret by guilt at this stage. free𝑤ebnovel.com

Just this, still not enough.

To make those bewitched clansmen press on, using the most venomous words to poke his most painful scars, forcing him to retreat with no choice, then quietly reawaken the suppressed despair within him, transforming into uncontrollable rage.

Then take this chance to manipulate him to use himself, to personally slaughter the clansmen accusing him.

During this period, he would lend Yang Xiu enough strength to massacre the clan.

Before the last person was killed, before the final sword fell, he would untie the "Enchanting Heart Spell."

Let him see, when only the last clansman remained massacred, with blood splattering on his face at that moment, let him see with his own eyes the horror and despair in the last clansman’s gaze.

Best if it could scream for mercy towards him.

This sword it would not allow to stop, it must fall heavily in hopelessness.

Presumably then, Yang Xiu would completely collapse.

You Ying envisioned Yang Xiu kneeling in the pool of blood, crying and grieving, its excited sword body gently trembling.

But the woven plot, to this point, was not yet over.

He wanted to, when Yang Xiu thought it was irreparable, gently tell him everything could start over again.

The secret technique he mastered could resurrect those just killed by him. freewёbnoνel.com

Once he ignited that last glimmer of hope, exhausting all efforts to conduct according to this technique, this stage could allow him to keep cultivating the Evil Sword Secret Manual, continuing to incubate negative emotions in the ultimate suffering.