Monsters Are Coming

Chapter 1401: Chapter 364: Luring the Enemy into the Trap—Pay Your Taxes!

Only when I’ve squeezed out the last bit of value will I tell him the truth.

When hope shatters once more, that final Suffering will be enough to drag him into endless Darkness.

Again and again I’ll pull him back and forth, hurling Yang Xiu between hope and despair, making him personally destroy everything he holds dear until nothing remains.

Only then will the negative emotions boiled out of him be rich and sweet enough.

By that stage, this new host’s will is bound to collapse, and he’ll completely lose any value in continuing the game.

You Ying’s Sword body trembled lightly, letting out a barely audible hum, extremely satisfied with the perfect plan it had filled in inside its head.

At that moment the blue-violet Sword light gently fell on top of Yang Xiu’s head, carrying a trace of deliberately released warmth:

"There’s no need to blame yourself."

"In the face of a clan-destroying calamity, an individual’s Strength is insignificant to begin with. The fact that you survived is already not easy."

"Rather than being trapped in memories and Suffering, it’s better to face the fear in your heart head-on."

You Ying’s voice was so gentle it sounded like it could wrap up even the sharpest despair:

"Even if the ending is exactly what you fear, at least you can give some comfort to those clansmen who’ve passed on, and give yourself closure... If you trust me, then come with me to the agreed location and take a look. Perhaps... fate will give you an answer. Perhaps there’s still a chance to reunite."

"Really... is that possible?" Yang Xiu jerked his head up, a weak yet searing light bursting forth in his eyes, like a dying spark rekindled by the wind, but that light quickly dimmed again.

"But someone as useless as me, who couldn’t even protect the children—how am I supposed to face them?" freēwēbηovel.c૦m

He lowered his head. The self-loathing in his voice almost overflowed, imprinting the image of "despair with a faint trace of hidden hope" deeply into You Ying’s Perception.

You Ying sneered inwardly, but its expression grew even more compassionate:

"All who are lost can be redeemed, let alone when the situation back then was never something your Strength could reverse. If you really can see your clansmen again, they will forgive you."

Yang Xiu didn’t speak. The Wan Feng lifted his messy hair, and his eyes grew even more unfocused, as if he had fallen into deep thought.

Then, color slowly returned to his gaze, and his eyes gradually regained focus.

At this moment, Yang Xiu’s live-room was already blowing up.

"I’ve got goosebumps all over. That eye shift was insane—from the rapid dimming to the ashes flaring back to life, every step was spot-on. Oscar-level micro-detail."

"Bro, you’re wasted on Pet Flow. I really hope there’ll be a Life Soul in the future that lets you earn Rule Energy by acting, that’s your true calling."

"Got the recording. That tone in the self-loathing segment was god-tier. That vibe of wanting to grab hope but feeling unworthy of it—I couldn’t help clapping. This scene has to go into the Glory Chronicles. I suggest submitting it straight to Star Network for the ’Best Performance in Gaming’ award."

"Everything from body language to microexpressions is pure acting. With skills like yours, forget You Ying—even the leader of the Evil Sword Lineage would bite the bait on the spot. Too slick. No wonder the brothers pushed you to open up the path; you’re the real deal."

Right now, Yang Xiu was forcefully pressing down the joy in his heart.

The big fat fish had already bitten deep.

Everything he laid out in the early stage was to tell You Ying one thing: he still had clansmen.

Before coming, he’d looked up a lot of information about the Divine Artifact Clan.

He discovered that the Divine Artifact Clan loved to do one thing: give the host hope, then make the host personally destroy that hope.

So "the clansmen are still alive" was a perfect hook.

From the "twelve batches of refugee teams" to "meeting up at the agreed location," every detail seemed like a casual slip of the tongue, but in reality each one landed precisely on the Hunting preferences of the Evil Sword Clan.

He had even calculated that You Ying would take the initiative to propose going along.

If he directly asked You Ying to follow him to see his clansmen, that would be the worst possible move—it might even arouse You Ying’s suspicion.

As a Hunter, the best way to Hunt is to: throw out bait.

Then let You Ying bite on its own.

Now, the plan had worked.

You Ying was clearly just like Overlord Sword back then, wanting to run this plotline of being repeatedly torn between despair and hope.

Next, letting You Ying follow him to the Emperor Tomb Mountain Range would be perfectly natural.

This was You Ying’s own idea; he hadn’t asked for anything at all.

Thinking of this, he slowly raised his head.

"You... you’re really willing to go with me?"

There was still hesitation in Yang Xiu’s voice, and the faint light in his eyes brightened a bit more, yet was still wrapped in thick timidity:

"But the Emperor Tomb Mountain Range is very far from here..."

On the surface, these words sounded like he was worried about the road ahead, but in truth he was handing You Ying an even smoother step to take.

Even though there was a Space Transmission Array nearby.

But it was best not to expose that thing. Saying outright that they’d go through a Transmission Array would be way too fake.

Since the Divine Artifact Clan already masters the ability to tear open Space, it was better to let it actively carry him there.

The more hesitant and afraid of the unknown he appeared now, the more excited You Ying would become.

He was deliberately giving You Ying the illusion that it held everything in the palm of its hand.

Sure enough, You Ying’s affirmative answer rang out in his mind:

"With me here, what is there to fear on the road ahead?"

It deliberately emphasized its tone, with a touch of unquestionable certainty:

"Even if it’s a mountain of Swords and a sea of fire, I can cleave a path open for you."

With those words, the blue-violet Sword light suddenly surged, drawing a brilliant arc across the night that was gradually draping over the earth, making the air buzz and tremble.

Yang Xiu lifted his head and glanced at the blue-violet halo, then slowly lowered it again and said, "Thank you."

His hair fell forward, covering his brows and eyes.

The prey had already jumped into the trap of its own accord; next it was time to close the net—but he would leave that timing to You Ying’s shadow. freewebnovel.cσ๓

Just as he’d anticipated, You Ying took the initiative to ask:

"Do you still remember the Space coordinates of the agreed location, or the route to get there?"