Doomsday Horror Storm

The dazzling purple fire jumped on Yang Xuan's fingertips. After burning the former person, it returned to his body.

Although the appearance of the purple fire was brief, everyone in the room was watching Yang Xuan. The moment the purple fire appeared, everyone was stunned, and then their expressions changed, revealing fear and horror.

"Demon, demon!" A middle-aged man said with a trembling body. His face was pale, and his eyes were full of horror when he looked at Yang Xuan.

The middle-aged man's words seemed to be a trigger. The rest of the people in the room looked at the young man with a darkened face in shock, especially the couple standing closest to Yang Xuan, who retreated in horror.

One step behind.

It was as if that young man was a ferocious beast!

"Uncle, you, how can you do sorcery?!" A woman asked with a pale face, frightened.

Yang Xuan's expression darkened and he looked at them silently.

"No wonder..."

"We are all old, but he is still so young and his appearance has never changed!"

"He must be a monster in disguise!!"

Everyone looked at Yang Xuan in fear and backed away, no longer showing the warm smiles of the past.

Yang Xuan looked up and saw the familiar silhouette of the past, the person who once sat in front of him with an innocent smile on his face, listening to the story...

Each one of them is so strange now!

Yang Xuan's expression became silent. Deep in his heart, something seemed to be lost. His heart sank so deeply...

What are they afraid of? Yang Xuan asked mockingly in his heart.

And who's heart was hurt by that answer?

"I don't want to hurt you, why doesn't anyone believe me?" Yang Xuan felt as if a sharp knife was piercing his heart, and his expression became distorted, like a demon in the Nine Netherworld.

Give up, give up...

"Even if I sit quietly under the old locust tree for a hundred years, telling stories tirelessly... Even if I am so gentle to each of you, I never protect my murderous intention... But in the end, why does no one believe me!" Yang Xuan's face

A sad smile appeared on his face, and a trace of eternal arrogance rose from his heart!

Is a person's heart painful or arrogant?

Under everyone's horrified gaze, Yang Xuan suddenly raised his head and laughed loudly, with an arrogant smile and an unruly grin. He raised his blood-red eyes and stared at everyone in the room.

people!

"Run! He is going to kill someone!" Someone saw Yang Xuan's ferocious and twisted face, and screamed with fear in his heart and his body trembling.

"Get out quickly, hurry up..."

Everyone in the room rushed outside, as if the young man behind him was not a person, but a ferocious beast!

With a sinister smile on Yang Xuan's lips, he took a step forward, and the bloody aura that had been dormant for eighty years filled his body, like an evil beast walking out of hell!

Just when Yang Xuan raised his head and was about to step out of the threshold, suddenly, a white and tender little hand stretched out from the years gently pulled the corner of Yang Xuan's clothes.

Yang Xuan's power was so great, but under this small hand, he stopped stepping in the air. His eyes were blood red. When he looked down, he saw the man with two ponytails and black eyes.

The little girl said with a bit of fear: "Uncle, please, don't blame mom and uncle, they just misunderstood you." He raised his bright eyes and said with a bit of determination: "Uncle

, I believe you must not be a monster, even if you are, you must be a good monster, I believe you!"

I trust you……

These four words were like stones floating in the wind, falling into Yang Xuan's heart one by one, causing ripples...

Believe me?

A bitter smile appeared on Yang Xuan's lips. Eighty years ago, a girl asked him to tell her a story, so he stayed. He kept telling and waiting...

Until that girl grows old and dies...

Eighty years later, the same girl said to him "I believe in you" and begged him not to hurt anyone...

Yang Xuan looked at the girl with a complicated expression...

Do you know that the purpose of my coming here is to kill you all!

Do you know that for you, I have waited for eighty years and never made a move?

…

Looking at the little girl's jewel-like black and shining eyes, Yang Xuan felt a mountain-like pressure coming towards his face.

He would rather fight a monster that is 1,000 times or even 10,000 times bigger, with the worst possible outcome being death, rather than face this crazy choice!

If I don't kill you, I won't be able to get out, and I won't be able to pass the test!

In the outside world, there are still friends waiting, and Weier waiting...

But, but...

Yang Xuan really couldn't kill a little girl who believed in him so much!

Abandoning humanity for the sake of power?

Or give up power for the sake of humanity?

There seemed to be a voice in Yang Xuan's heart, shouting crazily: They are all fabricated, they are all fake, kill them all, kill them all, it will not be so painful, and you can pass the test!

This sound is so tempting!

But, but!

Yang Xuan bit his lip, clenched his fists, his nails dug deeply into his palms, and blood flowed out, but he didn't feel anything.

"Perhaps, I am still too cowardly!" Yang Xuan laughed quietly to himself in his heart.

"Uncle!" The little girl's white and tender hands grasped the corner of Yang Xuan's clothes and kept swinging, "Please, don't be angry with them, okay, okay..." She blinked her big black eyes, Chuchu

He looked at Yang Xuan pitifully and begged.

Yang Xuan sighed secretly, released his palm, raised his hand and rubbed her little head, and said warmly: "Uncle, I promise you!"

In the void, there seemed to be a sigh that sounded quietly...

Hearing Yang Xuan's words, the little girl became happy. She hugged Yang Xuan's thigh and said with a smile: "I knew uncle was the best!"

Yang Xuan looked bitter and rubbed her little head.

At this moment, outside the thatched house, a large group of footsteps came quickly. Listening to the sound, there were about twenty or thirty people, almost all the adults in the village, coming over.

"Village chief, hurry up. The monster is inside. Xiaoya hasn't come out yet. Could it be...".

"Don't worry, I have a peach wood sword here given by Taoist Master Qian, which is specially designed to kill monsters!"

Following the words, footsteps stopped outside the thatched house. It was quiet for a moment, and then a rough voice said angrily: "Damn you monster, call Xiaoya out!"

In thatched house.

Hearing this angry voice, Yang Xuan frowned.

"Uncle!" Xiaoya pulled on Yang Xuan's clothes with some worry, looking at him imploringly with watery black eyes.

"I know!" Yang Xuan said solemnly, and he pulled Xiaoya out.

Outside the thatched house, there were twenty or thirty people standing together. Everyone was holding a hoe or a broom in their hands, looking like they were fighting to the death. And in front of this group of people, there was an old man with a white beard. Although he was young,

He is nearly a hundred years old, but he still looks energetic, like an enlightened immortal, with an extraordinary temperament.

As Yang Xuan walked out, the originally noisy crowd suddenly became silent and became quiet.

When some people saw the little girl in Yang Xuan's hand, their eyes suddenly widened and they were a little surprised, but soon they became anxious. Someone urged: "Xiaoya, come here quickly, hurry up!"

There was a middle-aged man holding a hoe. When he saw Xiaoya being held by Yang Xuan (or so he thought), his eyes turned red with anxiety and he said angrily to Yang Xuan: "I don't care what you are."

What kind of monster are you, please let me go quickly, or I will fight with you!"

These words were like a sword, piercing deeply into Yang Xuan's heart. The fists hidden in his sleeves clenched involuntarily and trembled slightly!

"Dad!" Xiaoya felt anxious when she saw Yang Xuan's face turning pale. Tears flowed down her face. She let go of Yang Xuan's hand, then stepped forward, opened her hands, and blocked Yang Xuan's face.

in front of!

"Uncle is a good man, please don't hurt him!" The girl said to everyone with the determination to die.

"Xiaoya, you know what you are talking about!" A middle-aged woman cried and said: "I have raised you so old, how can you still speak for that monster!" She raised her head, looked at Yang Xuan with resentful eyes and said: "Monster,

What kind of magic did you cast on Xiaoya? I will fight with you!"

"Let her go!" someone from behind the crowd yelled.

"Monster, what are your intentions?"

"What a vicious monster, he doesn't even let a child go..."

All the people pointed at Yang Xuan, shouted loudly, and cursed...

These familiar people from the past...

These people who sat under the old locust tree and listened to his stories...

Yang Xuan buried his head, like a stone that was not afraid of wind and rain, standing there without saying a word. He bit his lower lip and clenched his fist tightly, his thin body trembling slightly.

When you are the loneliest, are you facing the criticism of the whole world alone?

A trace of unruly anger surged deep in his heart. This anger was so powerful that it could not be suppressed. It was like a roaring beast, roaring in his heart, but when it rushed into his mind, it was still

There is a weak barrier blocking it.

"I won't allow you to hurt uncle!" In front of him, Xiaoya's immature face showed firm determination, and her words revealed determination!

However, her obstruction not only had no effect at all, but instead caused many people in the crowd to yell and curse angrily:

"Damn you monster, what on earth did you do to Xiaoya!!"

"brute!"

"You beast, you are so cruel!!!"

Everyone shouted angrily, raised their hoes and farm tools, and approached Yang Xuan!

The white-bearded old man in front of the crowd took out a dark red peach wood sword from inside his loose robe. He held it in his fingers, muttered something, and said to Yang Xuan in a serious voice: "Monster, why don't you release the little one quickly?"

Ya, get out of this village!"

Monster? Yang Xuan trembled, as if a needle had pierced his heart.

"Monster...haha..." A sad smile appeared on Yang Xuan's face. He raised his head and looked at all the villagers who stopped because he raised his head. In a trance, he seemed to see those children sitting in front of him in the past.

, asking the question that has been asked many times...

"Uncle, where are you from?" In my ears, the words that Xiao Ya'er once said lingered in my ears.

"Where are the people..." A sad smile appeared on Yang Xuan's face. He pushed the little girl away from him and took heavy steps, one step at a time, slowly walking towards the villagers...

When everyone saw Yang Xuan approaching, they moved away as if they had seen an evil beast, revealing a path...

Yang Xuan walked very slowly, with heavy steps, as if every time he lifted his feet, he needed to use all his strength!

Slowly, he walked out of the crowd, like a twilight old man, walking into the distance along the village road.

Under the setting sun, a lonely long shadow was stretched out from behind him...

"Uncle——" Who is shouting from behind?

Yang Xuan's forward steps paused for a moment, but after a moment, he moved forward again, as if he would never look back.

"You're not going to complete the test?" In the void, the voice of the illusory figure floated into Yang Xuan's ears.

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