Chapter 220: 220
When Feng Bujue was greeted with this scene, it was as if his brain was going to explode as many different thoughts flooded his mind . But these wandering thoughts did not muddle up his mind . In fact, the man could not have been calmer . He took less time and was more effective when he was analyzing the problem . In just two seconds, he started to make his move . His Terror Points were still at zero, and his gait and movement were stable and firm, but the expression on his face took on several shades of seriousness .
Feng Bujue first picked up the Spiderweb Gloves and directly put them on . At the same time, he placed the flashlight into his pocket and walked over to pick up Passing Rain's lamp . With the lamp raised before him, Feng Bujue moved incredibly fast . Before this, out of consideration for Passing Rain who was following behind him, he had consciously slowed down, and that had also made it convenient to see if there were any discoverable items or objects lying around the woods . But now Feng Bujue was going on the rescue mission alone . As someone who did not have to face the deterrent factor of fear, since he was given a visibility of a constant five meters, even if he was placed in hell, he would be able to proceed without any problems .
As he walked further, the darkness thickened around him . It was as if the air itself had gained weight, stopping him from moving too fast . The hard to follow strange noises around his ears disappeared, and soon, Feng Bujue was surrounded by a death-like silence and stillness .
Suddenly, an open field greeted him . There was a wooden beam in the middle of the field, and Passing Rain was tied to the beam with heavy iron chains . She was dangled about half a meter above the ground . The middle part of her body was bound by the chains, and they wrapped around her tightly . Only the upper part of her shoulders and the lower part of her knees were showing . Seeing his teammate, Feng Bujue's heart relaxed significantly . After a long sigh, he commented with a laugh, "What's this? A barbecue stick for a giant?"
Passing Rain was not in the mood to make jokes with him . She reminded him seriously, "She is around here somewhere . "
"I know . It is just that… I don't understand . Since she was able to capture you so easily, why didn't she capture me as well? Other than that… if she is already this powerful, what even is there for us to do? There has to be something more than this…"
As he spoke, he lifted the lamp to look around . At the same time, a thought flashed across his mind, and he instantly reached into his shirt pocket .
"Why don't you take a guess?" The third voice came . It was the sweet voice of a little girl . Feng Bujue turned to the voice, and he finally caught a glimpse of Ling Er . She was wearing a patchwork cloth made from rough cotton, and her hair was tied into a ponytail . Her face was cute, but there was no color on her face at all . The most incongruous thing was her expression did not look like that of a child's at all .
"You want me to guess, huh…" Feng Bujue managed to smile even when facing a ghost . "Ha… After you captured my friend, you expected me to fall into fear and panic, running around for her like a headless chicken . But to your surprise, I did not react like that at all, so you decided to proceed to the next stage directly… And that is… you plan to torture us for fun . "
"You're so clever . " The moment Ling Er's voice travelled into hiz ears, a blanket of darkness fell over Feng Bujue's eyes . Then he felt a small hand gripping his neck, and he found himself unable to resist . His body was being dragged just like that . At the background, he could hear Passing Rain scream something, but it did not register in his mind clearly . Several seconds later, he recovered and noticed that he was also tied to a wooden beam by a curl of iron chains . The lamp that he had been holding earlier had disappeared, but soon, he realized that the unique glow from the lamp was coming from behind him .
"She's so powerful," Feng Bujue said under his breath .
"Hey, how are you holding up?" Passing Rain's voice rang out from behind him .
"Eh?" Feng Bujue tried his best to turn his head ninety degrees around . It was not until then that he realized that he had been tied to the other end of the same wooden beam . He smiled bitterly . "I say, Little Sister Ling Er, you sure know how to play . "
At that moment, he saw Ling Er hold the lamp and slowly walk toward Feng Bujue . This boss had taken away the player's equipment; that was quite surprising to Feng Bujue .
"Do you know how many years I've been on this earth? Who are you to call me a little sister?" Ling Er said . Her tone was level, and her demeanor was no different from an adult's . If anything, she appeared to act much more older than a normal adult .
"I believe all women prefer to be called a little sister no matter their age . " Feng Bujue still showed no trace of fear . "Then… Big Sister Ling Er, do you mind if I ask how you plan to torture us?"
"Yes… How shall I torture you? You do not look like you fear death at all…" Ling Er placed her small hand next to her lips . She said with her finger touching her lips, "Right… You seem to care for her, right?"
Feng Bujue's expression shifted slightly when he heard that . His heart skipped a beat, but he instantly forced himself to smile . "Haha… Actually, we are not as close as you might think…"
Ling Er did not wait for him to finish . She walked toward the beam and headed toward the other side of the beam where Feng Bujue could not see her . The next second, Passing Rain groaned heavily in pain . Feng Bujue could feel the chain that curled around him tighten . At the same time, the light scent of blood burst into the air . When Ling Er returned to Feng Bujue's sight, her right hand was still holding the lamp, but her left hand was holding Passing Rain's leg . The leg was snapped through right below the knee . The bone was protruding out from the flesh that was leaking blood
Many blood droplets splattered on Ling Er's pale face, but she did not seem to mind them . Rather, she said with a bloody smile, "Well, what do you think I should take next?"
"I am fine…" Passing Rain's quivering voice came over as if she was trying to make Feng Bujue feel better .
"I knew it… The villagers of Chang Lin were not wrong to kill you . " At that moment, Feng Bujue's face was exceptionally cold, devoid of any emotion . His gaze was sharp like he could stare into people's soul . "If you were given the chance to grow up, I suspect the entire world will not be peaceful . "
Ling Er dropped the broken leg to the ground and scoffed coldly . "What do you mean by that?"
"I saw the scene where you were burned to death at the Temple of the Hidden Bell, and there was one detail that confused me greatly," Feng Bujue replied . "Why would you refer to your own mother as 'mother'? Normally, it should be something closer like 'mom' or 'mommy', right?
"And I have this sneaking suspicion that what you said and the tears on your face had an undercurrent of acting to them, like you were purposely trying to gather sympathy . "
Ling Er's eyes changed, and the smile slowly disappeared from her face .
"Even when you were burned and after your death, the group of villagers still referred to you as a demon," Feng Bujue said . "From beginning to end, they only showed anger and fear, but I did not detect any trace of guilt from them . Why is that?
"As long as someone has a conscience, no matter how foolish they might be… after they do something wrong, they'll be wrought with guilt . This kind of guilt does not come from fear but a deep-seated sense of self-recrimination . "
He looked down on Ling Er . "The villagers of Chang Lin did not show that kind of emotion . Everything they did was built on one basis . It is a very simple conclusion, and they believe this conclusion fully—you are a demon .
"Hahaha… Ever since we entered the mountain, you tried to misdirect us . All that we have seen and heard was meant to place a misconception on us, on the belief that you are the innocent victim and you were just an innocent little girl before you died . "
Feng Bujue scoffed before continuing . "When I heard the villagers talking about 'a lack of rain', 'the death of livestock', and 'babies' natural defects' and blame them on you, my trust in them should have been lowered to the bare minimum .
"Perhaps this is my personal interest showing through, because the words they claimed were no different from the Salem Witch Hunt in middle century Europe . A bunch of foolish peasants categorized all the good things as blessing from gods but blamed all the unfortunate events on a falsehood . They had those innocent scapegoats shoulder these blames and die from a fiery death, all so that these foolish people could continue with their life in relative harmony .
"This kind of thing should have been quite common all over the world during that kind of era . I believe you should agree with me on that, right?"
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