The protagonist committed numerous evil deeds.

Chapter 29 Twilight Town 22

Huo Zhao stared at Jing Chan's tear-filled eyes, eyes that had looked at him countless times—curious, inquisitive, joyful, adoring—but never before had they caused him such heartache.

He couldn't say no.

"It's true, Chan'er." Those eyes, which always shone brightly, finally dimmed.

He had killed countless people without remorse, and even ate human flesh raw in front of those cultivators. He would taunt them, saying, "A demon eating humans is like eating chickens; it's just eating meat, what's wrong with that?"

At that time, he had no idea that he would fall in love with a gentle and kind human girl.

“He cannibalism and murder; he has taken at least a thousand lives. Miss Jingchan, do you think he shouldn’t have died?” Shen Yingsi’s voice suddenly softened.

Jing Chan slowly released her grip and collapsed to the ground, as if accepting reality. Tears streamed down her face as she shook her head helplessly: "Master said that good deeds are rewarded and evil deeds are punished. His death was deserved, but I'm still so sad."

“Girl, this evil demon deserves to die. There’s nothing to be sad about in letting a demon that deserves to die.”

Shen Yingsi was actually seriously injured, but he still stood up straight, looking like a god on high.

Shen Yingsi's lips curled up as he pointed his spear at Huo Zhao again: "Get out of the way, young lady."

Huo Zhao closed his eyes, ready to die, but Jing Chan still slumped down in front of him, seemingly not hearing Shen Ying Si's voice.

She still couldn't bear to see him die.

"Wait a minute!" Wen Li stopped Shen Yingsi again, gripping his hand tightly.

Shen Yingsi stared at the hand attached to his own, then turned his gaze to Wen Li's eyes.

“He deserves to die and must suffer the retribution he deserves, but his retribution is not ours.”

His retribution might be the five hundred years of darkness in Ghost Valley, the twenty years of hiding, the regret of the rest of his life, and perhaps even more.

But it was by no means a self-righteous trial and murder by these completely unrelated people.

Shen Yingsi looked at Wen Li's tightly furrowed brows and suddenly became pleased. The corners of his mouth widened and his eyes softened.

"Alright then, let's go." The spear in Shen Yingsi's hand disappeared, and he took Wen Li's hand in return, walking away with leisurely steps.

He... he just left like that?

"What about Wen Mingzhu and the others?"

"Just crawl back when you wake up."

Wen Li stared at the hand he was holding, her mind not quite processing what was happening, when the system notification sounded in her head again.

"The protagonist's corruption level is 75%."

Long after Wen Li and the others left, Jing Chan and Huo Zhao remained in their original positions, not moving an inch. Huo Zhao didn't move, and the wolf pack behind them didn't dare to move either.

Jing Chan's tears had been flowing for a long time, yet they still dripped down intermittently.

Huo Zhao wanted to raise his hand to wipe away her tears as he always did, but after hesitating for a long time, he finally mustered up the courage to raise his hand.

“Master is right. I am not destined for marriage. I was born to be a Buddha. It is my good fortune to be able to wear this wedding dress today.”

Zhao Jingchan's voice was hoarse and faint, but it still reached Huo Zhao's ears and shattered the courage he had mustered.

Huo Zhao watched as she slowly stood up and walked away, as if she had lost her soul. He didn't stop her, nor could he.

As Jing Chan walked away, he wiped the tears from his face and sighed, as if relieved yet regretful.

She had thought her ideal man would be a righteous and awe-inspiring hero, but he turned out to be a heinous villain.

Evil people do not deserve happiness.

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Wen Li didn't know how Jing Chan and Huo Zhao's situation ended that day.

In short, by the second day, there really wasn't a single demon left in Mushan Town. All the wolf demons seemed to have vanished overnight, leaving no trace.

What's even stranger is that the entire town of Mushan is protected by a powerful demonic force, preventing any demon from entering.

That day, Wen Mingzhu and the others didn't crawl back on their own; they were brought back by villagers who had woken up.

Now, all of them except Wen Li need to rest and recover. Even Shen Yingsi, who seemed fine that day, collapsed and vomited blood as soon as he arrived at their courtyard and is now unable to leave the house.

Of course, the one who was most seriously injured among them was Qingshan. Fortunately, her medicine saved his life, allowing him to lie in bed and wail.

For the past two days, Wen Li had been searching everywhere in Mushan Town for the bodies of the missing brides. Finally, her efforts paid off, and she found the remains of the girls.

However, it wasn't at the Jiang residence, but in the basement of the slaughterhouse built by Qingshan. The bones were piled up to a height of two meters. There must have been at least a hundred people there.

After seeing the alchemy furnace that day, Wen Li searched through all the alchemy methods recorded in the Jiang family's books. One of them used an unmarried girl: the Marrow Transformation Pill. The Marrow Transformation Pill involves taking the dantian and heart of a person with spiritual roots and refining them into a pill. It can purify and enhance the spiritual roots of the person who takes the pill, and can even improve their cultivation level.

On the day you take the Marrow Replacement Pill, you will feel a burning sensation inside your body, and your face will turn bright red.

On the day Qingshan hosted the banquet for them, he must have taken the elixir.

The reason why people have believed it for so many years and kept it a secret is because those were girls who were not valued by their families, and once the secret was exposed, there would be so-called punishment from the mountain god. What's worse, they were afraid that the mountain god would be so angry that he would leave, and Mushan Town would never be peaceful again.

In this town, someone once died mysteriously because they leaked information.

Wen Li stood at the door of Qingshan's house, listening to his wails inside. She had deliberately come to see him a few days late, fearing that his injuries hadn't healed and he wouldn't be able to speak. Now, however, it was just right.

The maids and servants who used to come and go were all captivated by her, and Wen Mingzhu and the others were still unable to get out of bed. Now, even if she resorted to private torture, Qingshan would be helpless.

Si Xiaxia felt that her host was truly like a villain. Wen Li's cold and slightly cruel expression terrified Si Xiaxia, leaving her speechless. She feared she would be the next victim.

Wen Li kicked open Qingshan's door, dragged a chair over and sat down in front of him, crossed her legs, crossed her arms, and seriously admired his wretched state.

"What does Miss Wenli mean by this?"

Aoyama's face, which had previously appeared somewhat youthful, now looked extremely sickly. He was barely breathing and struggled for a long time before finally shifting from lying down to leaning against the headboard. He quietly reached for the sword beside the bed.

Seeing his actions, Wen Li didn't rush to stop him. After admiring his sickly appearance, she spoke up as if to show mercy: "Stop pretending, Jiang Shanyuan. How can you really not know whose daughter I am?"

Aoyama's grip on the sword loosened slightly. He sat there listlessly, yet tried to get closer to Wen Li, asking incredulously, "Do you know who I am?"

"How could I not know? Jiang Shanyuan, the adopted son of the Jiang family, is a traitor to the Jiang family!"