Tomb Raider: The Fox's Ways to Seducing the Kirin

“Ah!!!!!” The white-haired old man tried his best to break free from the vines but failed. He could only watch as the young man took out a dagger from his pocket that was like a treasure chest and slowly put it against his face.

"I heard that human skin masks are made of special materials, but I don't know if they can be made with real human skin. I haven't tried it yet~" Cheng Ji looked at his frightened face and continued with a smile: "Well, my skills are not good, so I will cut it based on the human skin mask on your face~"

The white-haired old man looked at the young man who was ready to fight and sharpen his knife. His face was as pale as paper and cold sweat flowed down his forehead.

The blade of the dagger reflected a cold light and fell on his face, causing a sharp pain. The edge of his skin was cut and blood seemed to gush out instantly, but under the operation of the young man's Fenghou Qimen, not even a drop flowed out.

When the second knife fell, the white-haired old man was about to cry out in pain when he met the young man's eyes, which were smiling but full of coldness. When he spoke again, he felt his throat was unusually dry, and even making a moan seemed like a luxury.

This young man really wanted to kill.

With every rise and fall of the knife, this huge project made new progress. Until the young man had enough fun and stopped, the person in front of him was only breathing out, no longer breathing in.

"Kill... me, please..." The white-haired old man squeezed out a few words from his throat with all his strength.

The feeling of being unable to live or die was too painful. He knew that the young man would not let him go. He did not want to live, but only to die.

Cheng Ji chuckled when he heard this, and his words floated through the air and sounded like heavenly music to the white-haired old man's ears: "As you wish."

The next second, the Xuanyuan Sword was inserted straight into the heart of the white-haired old man.

This old man, who had been doing evil for half his life because of his own madness, died just like that.

Cheng Ji looked at the old man in front of him who was tortured by him and was neither human nor ghost, and was gradually losing temperature. It would be a lie to say that he did not feel anything.

Cheng Ji waved his hand, and several people who were no longer human slowly walked out from the humanoid monsters, kneeling in front of the young man, holding their own limbs.

Although most of their spiritual consciousness had been destroyed long ago, relying on the rules and beliefs engraved in their bones, they used a lot of their willpower to resist the orders issued by the white-haired old man, although the effect was not significant.

The young man in front of them was the young master that their elders had told them every day to protect until death.

Although a thousand years have passed, the portrait of the boy has been passed down in their family to this day and no one has ever questioned it.

"Young... Master..." Several people spoke not very fluently, but still insisted on pronouncing the two words as clearly as possible.

A tear fell quietly from the corner of Cheng Ji's eye, and his voice was a little dry: "I'm sorry, I'm late."

The feeling of powerlessness that he hadn't felt for a long time made the boy not know how to face the younger generations in front of him.

He still came too late. If he had come earlier, and these people had not been so severely eroded by runes and resentment, he could have saved them. But now, it was still too late...

The souls of these people had been eaten away, and there was little left. Even if he risked his life, he could not replenish their souls. Even if he wanted to delay time to find a solution, it would be useless because they could no longer wait.

Although the zombies kneeling on the ground could no longer think about why their young master was crying, they could not forget the words of the elders before they came out to train, even if they turned into ashes. As if they had used up their last bit of strength, they blurted out what they were about to say word by word: "The... people... of the... clan... are... in... E... Mei..."

After he finished speaking, he was almost unconscious, and only relied on his resentment to hang on to the soul that had not been completely devoured, barely maintaining signs of life.

Cheng Ji bowed deeply to the people in front of him and tremblingly recited the last command.

"The word 'Li'..."

"Purgatory."

As Feng Hou Qi Men came out, a sea of ​​fire rose up from the entire open space, enveloping all the zombies.

Several clansmen knelt down before Cheng Ji, using the last moments of their lives to demonstrate their submission and awe to their family’s beliefs.

Cheng Ji finally understood why so many people in the Zhang family had ill will towards Zhang Qiling, but he finally accepted this identity calmly. That's probably it.

In places you don’t know, there will always be people who regard you as a belief, such as the Zhang family and his clansmen.

In purgatory, all those who had been broken into zombies were finally freed, turned into a handful of white soil, and disappeared between heaven and earth.

The young man was left alone where he was for a long time, unable to come back to his senses.

Zhang Qiling had thrown Hei Xia Zi into the car just now. As soon as he turned back, he heard the conversation between the descendants of the Cheng family and Cheng Ji.

He did not say anything to comfort him. He just stood aside, not disturbing him, and quietly waited for the boy to calm down and come back to his senses.

After a long while, the young man turned around and hugged Zhang Qiling who was standing beside him, and said in a hoarse voice: "Brother, I want to go there later."

Zhang Qiling reached out and held the boy in his arms, tightening his arms around him to comfort him, and nodded in response: "Together."

"Yeah." The young man replied in a low voice.

"Brother, am I too cruel?"

"will not."

The young man looked at the clusters of white ashes that he had locked in place, and said anxiously: "But I can obviously take them all back, what if there is a way..."

Halfway through his words, Zhang Qiling interrupted him and said, "There is no such thing as a sure thing. You know that clearly."

The young man was stunned by Zhang Qiling's words. After a while, he murmured softly: "Yes, I know, there is really no chance of recovery. There is no way to save him."

Zhang Qiling let the boy go, took out several glass bottles from his pocket that he had just taken from the car, walked over, bent down and squatted on the ground, and carefully put the ashes into the glass bottles.

By the time Cheng Ji came to his senses, Zhang Qiling had already finished most of the work. The young man walked over silently, squatted down, stretched out his trembling hands, scooped up a little, and gently put it into the glass bottle.

Working together, the job was completed quickly.

After a while, several glass bottles were filled. Cheng Ji was silent for a moment, raised his hand and placed it on the glass bottle. In an instant, the glass bottle disappeared from the spot and was placed in the boy's personal space.

By the time the two returned to the car, more than an hour had passed.

Hei Xia Zi curled up weakly in the passenger seat. He waited for the two to come back before he pulled himself together and greeted them, "Have you dealt with it?"

Cheng Ji's mood had calmed down a lot, and he nodded in response when he heard it.

Hei Xia Zi hesitated for a moment, then reluctantly stood up from his seat, turned his head and asked tentatively, "Is that man...dead?"