Late Night Tales Of The Capital Chapter 122 Everyone Has Fear

The original 'monster' naturally did not know how to admit defeat. They would fight to the death under any circ.u.mstances. However, after hundreds of years of forbearance, the monsters that had slowly adjusted their life with the Human World had begun to change quietly. They had not only learned admitting defeat, surrendering, swindling, stealing and playing tricks, but also learned how to be a good person, and how to be a decent master.

Only when they truly became a part of the Human World could they completely hide in the Human World, and the seeds of the 'monster' would be buried deep in the soil, only to wait for the Lord to come again.

The Lord of the monsters would revive and regain the world.

It was not surprising that the thin, old man, who had processed the body of Lei Sihai for more than a decade, naturally, had equipped with some traits and habits that Lei Sihai once had. It was not strange for him to admit defeat when he lost in the fight.

Ye Que stood in front of the thin, old man, and the River Soldiers never left his chest. He stared at the man's eyes as if he wanted to find out his true thoughts. However, it was in vain. It was simply impossible to find out the idea of a 'monster' from the eyes.

Waving to Red Bean, he indicated her that the duel had been over.

When Red Bean came close to Ye Que, the gray death spirits in the sky had all been swallowed up by the ancient beast which was turned by the River Soldiers. After seeing all this, they could know how much regret did the old man suffered simply from the eyes.

These dead spirits were his properties that needed to mow numerous lives. In addition to surrendering part of them, some of them were for his own practice.

Now, he had nothing left in a moment, how could he not regret!

Although he was regret, the dead spirits were less important than his own life. If he had died, the dead spirits would become useless as well. Even if all the 350,000 'gra.s.ses' were mowed, it would have nothing to do with a dead person. The Lord could be resurrected, could he be resurrected, too?

There was no such record on the monument.

Looking at the thin, old man who fell to the ground, Red Bean's emotions were a little agitated. The umbrella in her hand was somewhat uncontrollable and she wanted to pierce his head directly. Fortunately, Ye Que still accompanied her, and her own cultivation base had not recovered. Thus, she depressed the impulse.

"How are you going to deal with him?" Red Bean asked softly, without avoiding the old man on the ground. Anyway, no matter what he said, in the end, this thin, old man would have only one ending.

Hearing Red Bean asked the question in front of him, the old man who had kept his head down and could not be seen with the expression suddenly raised his head and looked at Red Bean. His eyes were ferocious and tricky, even with a little threat. If it was an ordinary person, maybe she would be scared to a serious illness.

An umbrella was shot on the head of the old man.

Red Bean shouted out directly, "What do you mean by that eye?"

"Are you threatening me?"

"That I asked him how to deal with you was to give you a way to live. Don't think I could easily be bullied even when I lost my cultivation base. If you dare to stare at me again, you will die."

After she shouted angrily, she still couldn't bear it and slapped her umbrella on his head.

For the thin, old man, even if Red Bean was to make full effort hitting his head, it was like scratching and would not hurt him.

She didn't have to look down. Red Bean could feel a strong sense of irony.

The sword light flashed.

The thin, old man didn't even scream, and his left arm was cut from the shoulder. After cutting off his arm, the back of the sword was put on his mouth. The meaning was very clear, "If you dare to shout or scream, your mouth will be gone."

Even if the two arms of a half-step Formless Realm master were cut off one after another, the pain was unparalleled. His sweat was pouring down from his forehead in succession.

"Now that you have admitted defeat, don't think any more and kneel honestly."

"You have no dignity and personality now. Stare is a sin."

"The left arm will be your ending, don't provoke me again. In this world, it's not only the monster who knows what is fierce."

Ye Que said towards the ground coldly, and then spat at him.

The phlegm fell to the thin, old man's eyebrows, and then flew down the bridge of his nose. But he dared not do anything. Even if he wanted to do something, it would be difficult. Since he had lost his arms, it would be a difficult problem to wipe his face.

"Don't you just say that you want to catch him alive? Now we get him. Ask anything you want." Ye Que pointed at the ground and said to Red Bean.

After looking at Ye Que, Red Bean calmed down and asked, "Are you a hunter?"

Although the first question sounded quite simple, Ye Que saw that the old man on the ground had obviously changed the mood. He did not speak anything for a few seconds.

The River Soldiers in his hands was slightly moving.

The old man on the ground had to open his mouth. "Yes."

After saying that, he seemed too afraid that Ye Que was not satisfied and nodded slightly.

"Have you ever been to the Southland? Have you ever partic.i.p.ated in hunting?" Red Bean continued to ask.

The Southland?

Hunting?

Hearing these two words, the thin, old man on the ground seemed to have tried hard to think about it, and then shook his head. "No."

Feeling that Ye Que's sword was about to move again, the old man hurriedly explained. "The name of the hunter should be used 100 years ago. Now the records in books call us monster. Since I was born, the name of the hunter was no longer used. If I hadn't read the cla.s.sics in our clan, I would never know."

Speaking of this, the old man looked at the expression of Ye Que and Red Bean, then he continued, "As for the Southland and the hunting, I am afraid that I am ignorant, I really have never heard of it." At least in our generation of monsters, there was no Southland hunting, and I can guarantee this. "

Seeing the appearance of the thin, old man, Red Bean did not continue to ask this question, but asked another question, "What does mowing man mean? Why are you looking for these soldiers and kill them everywhere? Since you dare to let the black flame come to the world, you must have some plans, what is your purpose? Tell everything you know!"

Red Bean continued to ask several questions like machine guns. Perhaps it was because the spectator was always more clear, when she was watching the duel of Ye Que and the monster just now, she was thinking that what did this whole thing indicate?

The former questions had been answered by the thin, old man on the ground truthfully, and they didn't take them too much time. However, when Red Bean asked this question, the monster suddenly silenced, and the expression on his face was even gloomier.

Seeing that he did not answer, Ye Que then asked, "In the General's Manor of the Divine Capital Luoyang, does Ye Zhengru's death have anything to do with you? How did he die? Who killed him?"

The total irrelevant questions.

But the questions went into the ears of the old man was like the stone sank into the sea. It gave them a feeling that he must know something.

On the Meishan snowy road, suddenly it was quiet.

"Listen to me, these hunters have no need to live any more. They are hard-hearted, and they will not tell you the truth!" It was Red Bean that proposed to catch him alive in the first place. And now it was also her who wanted to kill him immediately. It seemed that when it came to the monster, her endurance would become very poor.

Ye Que raised his hand and indicated, then he shook his head. "Now it is not time to kill him."

"Since he has a hard mouth, we will find a way to let him speak."

"As long as he does not want to die, as long as he has his own independent thinking, there will always be a way. Even if he is a monster, he will be afraid."

"Every creature has fear in the world, and no one can escape from it."

After that, Ye Que asked Red Bean to wait for him here for a moment. Then he carried the thin, old man, who was kneeling on the ground, and went into the deep woods beside the snow road of Mount Mei.

After a while, there was a hysterical scream in the woods, mixed with painful sorrow. One scream after another. First it was loud, then it was getting smaller. It seemed to be able to hear that the scream became strange later, and finally it began to tremble.

You could feel the pain just by listening to the scream.