[R18] Erha and he’s white cat master – “Erha and He’s White Cat Master” Chapter 228 [English]

Chapter 228 [Jiaoshan] All in vain

On the soul-calling platform of the Confucianism Gate, Xu Shuanglin looked at the golden light floating in the night, and suddenly felt like the paper he threw into the furnace on the snowy night of the Lantern Festival that year.

It burned to ashes in an instant, and only a few sparks remained, scalding him through the years.

Wang Luo Fenghua, Nangong Xu, and Nangong Liu.

Can be relatives and friends for life.

But Nangong Xu is no longer in the world, and now standing here is Xu Shuanglin, a madman, a devil, Xu Shuanglin who crawled back from the depths of hell to demand the lives of all decent people in the world.

There is no more Nangong Xu.

He is just like his name, wandering and floating in the vast world.

As time passes by, the bones and tendons of the rocks are also broken.

Not to mention this tiny catkin.

So many years have passed, the willow trees are old, the maple blossoms are withered, and the floating catkins are wandering. What I see is not the flowers in the world, but the blood all over the mountains and plains, and the overwhelming hatred.

But why, why can’t he still involuntarily give to Ye Wangxi everything Luo Fenghua taught him back then? Why can’t he feel compassion when he sees a true gentleman and a good person, and can no longer be ruthless?

Why…

Why are you crying?

Xu Shuanglin knelt on the soul-calling stage and finally burst into tears, tears streaming down his ugly, twisted face. He rubbed and held Luo Fenghua’s soul core, finally crying until he became mute and choked with heart-wrenching tears, as if every inch of sound was dug out of his throat and blood.

“Master… Luo Fenghua…”

He has exhausted all his mechanisms, he is full of madness and hatred, distortion and desire, and has spent his whole life making a game.

Is it just ruined?

After he thought about the sword debate at Lingshan, he was full of resentment. Later, when his father passed away the throne in Nangong Liu, he was unwilling to accept it and took the throne in anger.

——

He still remembers his father’s old and pale face when he was ill, staring at him in disbelief.

“This position as head of the clan belongs to me.” He put his hand around his father’s throat and tightened it bit by bit, his expression cold and ruthless, his eyes flashing with light, “If my father doesn’t want to destroy the Confucianism Sect’s century-old legacy, I should accept it. You are old, so you can rest.”

“Xu’er…”

He closed his eyes and did not allow his father to continue talking. The meridians on his hands suddenly burst, and he could only hear a heart-breaking “thud”, which was the abnormal sound of a broken throat.

He took off the Rufengmen ring and put it to his lips.

The fingers were cold, but not as cold as his face.

“I just want justice. If you don’t give it to me, I will get it myself. Father, you don’t have to hate me.”

Turn around and go out.

The scene changes in the memory.

It was the first night after he usurped the throne. The servants were cleaning up the blood on the ground after the war. His father was dead, and Nangong Liu’s family was also imprisoned in a water prison. Everyone who tried to resist him had been suppressed. Everything was settled. He didn’t know what to do for a moment.

He lit a stove in the yard and cooked tea by himself.He was the only one in the courtyard, and he was stroking the shining leader’s ring on his thumb.

From then on, he became the lord of Rufeng Sect.

Needless to say, those outsiders who plotted against him at the Lingshan Conference would cut him into pieces and kill them all whenever they found an opportunity, but he didn’t know how to deal with his eldest brother, let alone Luo Fenghua.

The dusk is getting darker and the golden crows are sinking in the west.

Seeing that the sky was getting dark, Xu Shuanglin finally made up his mind to go to the water prison to see his brother and master who were detained.

He took a few followers and walked halfway, when the last ray of sunlight was swallowed up by the dark night. He shivered and suddenly felt a little cold and his head was a little dizzy.

“Lord, what’s wrong?”

Waving away the servant who came to help him, Xu Shuanglin said: “It’s okay. I suddenly remembered that something was not handled properly. I will go back to the main hall first. You don’t have to follow me.”

He suppressed the increasingly obvious pain, put on the hood of his cloak, and strode towards the main hall of Rufengmen.In the end, he couldn’t hold it any longer. No matter how much he could bear it, he couldn’t bear to run away for a while, pushed the door open, and then closed the palace door tightly.

“Lord?”

“Stand guard at the door. You are not allowed to come in. You are not allowed to move rashly. If anything unusual happens, report to me at any time.”

After giving the guard such instructions, Xu Shuanglin panted, staggered to the depths of the hall, and suddenly took off his hood. When he looked down, he found that his skin and flesh were all chapped, and there were hideous scars everywhere he looked.

His first reaction was that his father cursed him.

Then he thought it was impossible. The old man was already terminally ill and didn’t even have the strength to cast spells. How could he do such a thing without anyone noticing.

What’s going on?

It was so painful, his muscles and bones were broken, and his skin was hideous. He was convulsing and trembling by the window, his knuckles were pale and twisted, and he lay on the ground with red marks.

It really hurts…

He didn’t dare to shout, and he didn’t dare to call the medical officer. The situation was not stable. As the leader of the rebels, how could he show even an inch of his weakness?

He kept gasping and moaning in the hall, rolling on the floor in pain and twitching.He kicked and kicked, and in the severe pain, he accidentally tore off a curtain and fell on him.

The moonlight outside the window was blocked.

He suddenly felt the pain relieve. He was sweating coldly. He huddled under the curtain and gasped for air. After a while, he thought the pain had passed, so he pulled down the curtain again, sat up straight, and wanted to stand up.

Who knew that when the moonlight shone, the skin would be torn apart and the pain would pierce the bones and muscles.

Xu Shuanglin suddenly realized that he might not be able to shine on the moon.So he staggered up, struggled to close the window tightly, and hid in the darkest place in the hall, unable to see his fingers.

his breathing gradually calmed down.

The pain disappeared, and the bleeding flesh also healed at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Xu Shuanglin felt something strange, so she put on a cloak tightly so that no skin was exposed, and rushed to the library. She rummaged through it for much of the night before she found a volume of past events in her grandfather’s bookcase——

It turns out that Nangong Changying, the first head of the Confucianism Sect, once fought against Gun. Although he finally defeated the evil beast and suppressed it under the Golden Drum Tower, he was cursed by Gun.

The ancient evil beast was Yin and was closely related to the night and the moonlight. It cursed the successive heads of the Confucian Feng Sect. As long as the moonlight was shining on them, their skin and flesh would be torn, and the pain would be so painful that it would tear out their bones.

And on every full moon night, the yin energy is at its strongest. Even if there is no moonlight and you hide in the darkest place, you will feel even more tortured.

Therefore, for hundreds of years, this has been the biggest secret of the Confucian Feng Sect. The heads of the past generations have kept it secret for fear that someone will take advantage of this opportunity to sneak in. Even his biological son will not reveal the truth until the last moment.

What an irony.

He spent a lot of money, but what he got was a cursed position of power?

The next day, Xu Shuanglin came to the water prison.

Nangong Liu and his wife Rong Yan were both locked up inside, and Luo Fenghua was detained in another dark room.

He did not go to see Luo Fenghua, but came to his brother’s prison first.

“A-Xu! A-Xu! What are you going to do? What are you going to do…” Nangong Liu was extremely excited when he saw he, but his hands and feet were sealed with curses. He could not move at all. He could only kneel on the ground and shed tears towards his brother, “Are you crazy? For the sake of the position of the head of the sect, are you going to do this?”

After a night of torture, Xu Shuanglin still looked weak, and he sneered: “I just got back what I deserved.”

“…”

“You took away my swordsmanship and ruined my reputation. I am only twenty years old, Nangong Liu.” He paused, his eyes cold, “I am only twenty years old, and you have shown me a lifetime.”

He slowly walked over, his robe was awkward, and then he lowered his face and stared at his brother’s face.

“Nangong Liu, a loser like you has the ambition of power and wants to get ahead, but what about me?” he said slowly, “I am more diligent than you and more talented than you. I am better than you in everything, except your tongue.”

He pinched Nangong Liu’s chin and used both fingers to pry open the other person’s closed mouth.

He stared at the greasy, sticky light red thing inside.

“It’s really a sharp weapon that can kill without blood. Just cut it off.”

Nangong Liu opened his eyes wide in horror, but because his mouth was stuck, he couldn’t speak. He could only whimper and drool continuously.

“No?” Xu Shuanglin sneered, “It’s fine if you don’t cut off your tongue. Just because you and I are brothers, I’ll kill you as fast as I can, so I’ll show mercy.”

As soon as he let go, Nangong Liu burst into tears: “Don’t kill me! Don’t kill me! No, isn’t it about the Lingshan Conference? You, you take me out, I will give you justice in front of the whole world!”

“It’s too late.” Xu Shuanglin took out a snow-white handkerchief, wiped his hands, and glanced at he lightly, “Now what you say, everyone in the world will only admit it reluctantly because of my pressure. The sewage you poured on me can no longer be cleaned up.”

Before Nangong Liu could speak, he heard the sharp knife-like voice of a woman next to him.

“Nangong Xu! I know you have been wronged first, but what do you mean by what you are doing now? You killed your father, took away the ring of the leader, and now you want to kill your brother. How can you… how can you be so cruel?”

“Oh, Senior Sister Rong.” Xu Shuanglin smiled slightly, “If you don’t speak, I will forget that you are here.”

Although Rong Yan was restrained by the spell, she was still kneeling, but her expression was stubborn, and although there were tears in her eyes, she was not weak: “I… I really misjudged you at the beginning.”

“What can I do if you see me wrong?” Xu Shuanglin smiled and said, “You were the one who gave me the sachet, and you were the one who later married Nangong Liu. It was you who failed me first, sister-in-law. How can you have the face to talk to me about old things now? You don’t want to tell me that you couldn’t help it, he forced you, right?”

Rong Yan’s face turned pale and she seemed to want to say something, but in the end she bit her lower lip and slowly closed her eyes.

Tears flowed down her cheeks.

The knife was already in his hand, glowing with cold light.

“No…no…Axu, you can say anything, I can talk to you about anything…don’t kill me…please, don’t kill me…”

“Did you make a mistake about your position?” Xu Shuanglin wiped the blade of the sword, with that evil smile still on his lips, “Nangong Liu, now I am the leader and you are a slave. You have nothing in your hands and you still want to negotiate terms with me? What are you using as a bargaining chip? Your life?”

“I can be a cow or a horse for you! Yes… I can make a grass ring. I, I am willing to do anything! As long as you are willing, Senior Sister Rong can give it back to you!”

Rong Yan opened her eyes suddenly and turned her head suddenly, extremely angry: “Nangong Liu!”

Nangong Liu was so frightened that he turned into chaff. He ignored his wife at all and just whimpered to his brother, “As long as you let me go…please let me go…”

“Come on.” Xu Shuanglin lazily patted He on the face with the handle of the knife, “Do you think I will touch the orange you licked again?”

“Then I can still do it – I can still do it -” Nangong Liu searched his guts, but couldn’t think of anything. He could only shed tears and snot, and finally he cried loudly, “Axu, we once said that we had cakes to eat together and climbed on the roof together… We practiced together, spent Lantern Festival with the master together, and learned to play the piano. Have you, have you forgotten those days?”

Xu Shuanglin’s face darkened, but in the end he just sneered and didn’t answer. He raised the knife, and after a while, he slashed it down.

“Ah!!”

“Wait a minute!!”

The cold blade hung just a few feet away from Nangong Liu’s neck. In fact, Xu Shuanglin was not sure whether his sword could be swung forward a few inches even without these two shouts.

But the expression on He’s face remained unchanged, and he still said calmly: “What’s wrong? You two have so many last words.”