Chapter 27, Dao Destruction
As soon as Xi Xingchenfu heard Yang Xuelian's screams, his mind was lost for a moment, but Yao Daqiang seized the opportunity to escape from his control.
But he wasn't anxious, because he didn't intend to be kind at all when he came to Yao Mansion this time.
Xi Xingchen followed Yao Daqiang leisurely, and after walking around a long corridor, he suddenly saw a scene that he would never forget in his life.
In the courtyard, a large group of people, both men and women, were sitting around an Eight Immortals table.
In front of the Eight Immortals table, there was a pile of firewood, and a large iron pot was supported on the firewood. The water in the pot was spitting out white steam.
Xi Xingchen finally saw Yang Xuelian.
Yang Xuelian was stripped naked and tied to a wooden stake, her chest had been ripped open, and a lean man was holding a sharp dagger in one hand and chewing in his mouth...
Xi Xingchen saw that the meat on Yang Xuelian's legs had been cut down to the bones, and suddenly thought of the piece of meat that was still warm that Yao Daqiang brought home, and finally understood what the mutton Yao Daqiang and his servants were talking about.
At least two hours had passed from the time Yao Daqiang returned home to the time the two arrived at Yao Mansion. During this time, God knows how much Yang Xuelian suffered.
Yang Xuelian also saw Xi Xingchen. She was twitching and staring at Xi Xingchen with her eyes wide open. Her mouth suddenly opened as if she wanted to say something to him, but no sound came out.
"You finally came."
Xi Xingchen finally heard Yang Xuelian's voice.
Not with his ears, but with his heart.
The reason why Yang Xuelian endured until now was because she was waiting for Xi Xingchen, because Xi Xingchen once paid homage to her and promised to give justice to her family.
This promise became her only obsession and her last hope in living in this world.
Xi Xingchen heard Yang Xuelian's heartfelt voice and felt his heart bleeding.
"I am coming!"
Xi Xingchen suppressed the huge grief in his heart and nodded firmly to Yang Xuelian.
Xi Xingchen was telling Yang Xuelian that the Mo family's promise was heavier than Mount Tai, and he was willing to use his life to fulfill it.
Yang Xuelian suddenly smiled at Xi Xingchen. Apparently at that moment, she also heard Xi Xingchen's thoughts, so she smiled.
Her smile is like a flower blooming beside the underworld, so poignant and beautiful, full of unwillingness and tragedy.
Legend has it that every time a flower from the other shore blooms on the edge of the underworld, someone will die in this world.
Xi Xingchen looked at Yang Xuelian quietly, even though the volcano in his heart could no longer be suppressed, and the angry flames had burst out of his eyes, eager to rush out and burn everything.
Xi Xingchen allowed the hot magma to flow freely in his limbs and bones, sealing the anger in his body and trying hard to maintain the last trace of clarity in his spiritual platform.
He wanted to watch the last journey of that miserable woman with the greatest respect.
Yang Xuelian finally used up her last bit of strength in this world, tilted her head, and the last light in her eyes finally dimmed...
The volcano in Xi Xingchen's heart finally erupted...
The Mohist loves everything but doesn't attack.
At the moment Yang Xuelian died, Xi Xingchen felt that his Tao, the Tao that he thought he would spend his whole life guarding, was suddenly extinguished.
At that moment, Xi Xingchen realized that his heart was so small that apart from giving his limited love to a few people around him, he had no room for more people, let alone a heinous devil like Yao Wenbin.
There are places where the sun cannot shine. How can a person who is flesh and blood, full of love and hatred, possibly love everyone?
There are so many people worth protecting in the world, why should he, Xi Xingchen, protect those beasts that eat human flesh?
As a leader of the Mo family, Xi Xingchen has always believed that he has great energy and can protect the people of the world.
But when he saw Dong Liangce's family and Yang Xuelian dying in front of him, he realized that his power was actually very small, so small that he couldn't even protect the few people around him.
Therefore, his love became very stingy, and he was reluctant to give even a single cent to those evil people who had done all the bad things.
If evil people also need to share his love, then Dong Liangce's family, Yang Xiaojin's family, and many ordinary people do not have much ideals and ambitions in their lives. Living on earth, why should they suffer such a sudden disaster that destroys their families and destroys their lives?
Xi Xingchen asked himself, how could such a person achieve the kind of universal love that the Mo family had?
How could he not fight when faced with injustice?
In the world back then, demons were in power. He had to fight, resist, and protect the thousands of kind people like Dong Liangce who just wanted to live well. How could he do it without attacking?
Xi Xingchen knew very well that he would soon turn into a killing god.
So he looked around, trying to remember everyone present while he was still conscious.
Mohist disciples have always been strict in their actions. Even when they are about to lose their minds, they must not wrongly accuse a good person and not let a bad person go.
"Hey, boy, did you kill my men?" the man sitting at the head of the Eight Immortals table asked Xi Xingchen.
The man was tall, with a full beard, and stared at Xi Xingchen fiercely with a pair of leopard eyes. Even if he was sitting there doing nothing, he gave people a coercion like a beast.
"Are you Guo Xiaokun, the second leader of Huangfeng Village?" Xi Xingchen asked.
"Do you know me?" Guo Xiaokun's face changed slightly.
Xi Xingchen did not answer, but looked up at the lean man standing next to Yang Xuelian's body: "Are you Guo Xiaofeng, the fourth leader of Huangfeng Village?"
"It's your Mr. Feng!" The lean man stretched out his blood-red tongue and licked the blood on the short knife.
Xi Xingchen looked at the fat man next to Guo Xiaokun and said, "If I guess correctly, you are Yao Guoping, the owner of Dafa Rice Store."
"Exactly!" The obese man touched his fat chin and said with a smile.
Yao Guoping was born with a fat head, big ears, kind eyebrows and kind eyes. Especially when he smiled, he gave people a feeling of spring breeze.
If Xi Xingchen didn't know what Yao Guoping had done, he would have thought that he was the reincarnation of Maitreya Buddha.
Xi Xingchen's eyes moved slightly to the right and fell on a middle-aged woman: "Madam, should I call you Mrs. Yao, or the fifth head of Huangfeng Village?"
That woman was Guo Lengjun, Yao Guoping's mother-in-law. She met Xi Xingchen and said, "I no longer walk around the world. Young hero, please call me Mrs. Yao."
Xi Xingchen turned to look at Yao Wenbin, as well as Yao Daqiang and Yao Agou standing behind Yao Wenbin, and said with a smile: "Very good, they are all here, so I don't have to look for them again."
When Xi Xingchen accurately called out the names of everyone present one by one, Yao Wenbin's face was full of shock: "How do you know about my whole family?"
Xi Xingchen said nothing and raised his eyes to look at Yao Daqiang who was standing behind Yao Wenbin.
