Chapter 221: Memory and Hatred

The effect of the sheep's bleat was astonishing!

The Thread-Pulling Shadow had just been in a mocking state, but now her expression changed, her eyes wide with anger.

Her attention was completely attracted by Lu Ran; she abandoned the Jade Flute believer who had been dragged into the illusion and flicked her palm toward Lu Ran's direction.

"Hoo~"

Five red threads stabbed straight at Lu Ran, and Lu Ran...

His expression was ugly; he saw a world in another dimension.

Lu Ran activated the Divine Technique 'Pupil of the Death Realm', intending to hide the Evil Technique 'Fire in the Cage' behind his pupils to limit the Thread-Pulling Shadow's movements.

But when he opened his pair of dead sheep eyes, he saw a heartbreaking scene.

The Jade Flute believer seemed to be only one person.

But beside him, three phantoms were guarding him.

Those were the souls of three Moon-Watchers, the three comrades of the Jade Flute believer!

They were already souls and could not cause any impact on the real world.

But the three heroic souls were unwilling to leave, still stubbornly accompanying their comrade, and even blocking in front of the Jade Flute believer, wanting to intercept the strips of red threads.

The heroic souls got their wish.

Although they couldn't intercept the threads, the threads did indeed deviate from their direction, sparing the Jade Flute believer.

Because...

Lu Ran had arrived!

It wasn't just the threads stabbing at Lu Ran; the three heroic souls also felt a terrifying suction force.

"Little Lu!"

Sun Zhengfang watched as Lu Ran got closer and closer to the red threads, and he couldn't help but shout in shock.

The fog beneath Lu Ran's feet surged, and a layer of wind and waves cushioned his soles, leaping to the side.

Night Charm Evil Technique 'Night Dance Allure'!

"Sss——"

Lu Ran made an almost 90-degree turn, which really surprised the Thread-Pulling Shadow.

She was furious, her right hand still releasing the Evil Technique 'Thread-Pulling Thread', while her left hand suddenly raised.

Evil Technique 'Thread-Pulling Needle'!

Red needles rained down like rain.

"Baa~~~"

Lu Ran made another 90-degree turn, heading straight for the Jade Flute believer with empty eyes and a painful expression.

Seeing this scene, Sun Zhengfang finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Killing the enemy was fake, saving people was real.

In fact, in a world that others couldn't see or hear, someone had long since reminded Lu Ran.

"Child, don't be impulsive!"

"Be careful, be careful!!"

"Back away! Lu Ran, don't..."

Urgent, grieving words came from the mouths of the three heroic souls.

Everything was just like before; even though it was futile, the three still tried their best.

Until they saw Lu Ran rescue the Jade Flute believer who had been hit by the illusion, the three's emotions became more and more impassioned, and some even wept with joy.

The three didn't want to see their last remaining comrade follow in their footsteps, nor did they want to see that Heaven's Pride who "crowned the Rain Alley" lose his life here.

"Baa!!"

Lu Ran fished out the Jade Flute believer with one hand, fleeing wildly in the beautiful red rain.

The words of the souls, mixed with the sound of the drizzling rain, reached his ears one by one.

It made Lu Ran's heart feel more and more sorrowful.

He didn't know them.

Setting aside identities like Moon-Watcher, Divine believer, student, etc., on this night of the fifteenth, everyone had the same name—human race.

"Sss!"

The sound of a blade entering flesh sounded abruptly.

The blade and sword went together, piercing into the Thread-Pulling Shadow's back of the head, instantly shattering her beautiful skull.

In the night sky, Jiang Ruyi's expression was cold, her eyes icy, staring at the Thread-Pulling Shadow's bones.

Plans naturally didn't change as fast as reality.

Jiang Ruyi didn't follow the orders step by step, even though Sun Zhengfang on the side had already activated the Divine Technique 'Green Parasol Tree'.

Jiang Ruyi captured the opportunity, her mind moved slightly, and she directly ordered the Cool Night Sword to launch a fatal blow.

The Cool Night Sword received the mistress's summons, stabbing downward from the night sky, and the Rosy Light Blade sensed its companion's movement and immediately followed.

Clearly, Jiang Ruyi's judgment was correct!

When everyone arrived at the battlefield, in order to catch the Jade Flute believer, the Thread-Pulling Shadow had voluntarily canceled the Evil Technique 'Thread-Pulling Garment'.

And when Lu Ran entered the field, the Thread-Pulling Shadow was "hard-controlled"!

Her attention was all on Lu Ran, and she had always been in an offensive posture, wishing she could personally torture the little sheep to death.

Because of this, the Thread-Pulling Shadow hadn't activated the Evil Technique 'Thread-Pulling Garment' again.

Having lost that active defensive garment, the Thread-Pulling Shadow's life was terrifyingly fragile...

"Good!" Wei Long gave Jiang Ruyi great recognition.

Seeing this scene, Sun Zhengfang immediately walked toward the bones of several Moon-Watchers.

At this moment, his heart was bleeding.

In the distance, Lu Ran slid more than ten meters on the wet asphalt road and slowly stabilized.

He didn't look at the bones, didn't hold any illusions, because he had already seen the souls.

"Dead! She's dead!"

"Good! Well killed! Well dead! Hahahaha!"

"We... why are we? Why am I not under control?"

Voices mixed with sorrow and joy, mixed with confusion, got closer and closer to Lu Ran.

The cold night rain drenched Lu Ran's body, falling on his yellow raincoat, making a pattering sound.

Lu Ran lowered his head, fishing out the Jade Flute believer with one hand, and whispered:

"I will send him safely to the shelter."

"You?"

"Lu Ran? Can you... you?"

"Can you see us? Can you see us?!" The three souls got closer and closer to Lu Ran.

Lu Ran turned around, his gaze passing through the illusory souls in front, looking toward the distant bones.

Although he disguised it well, his previous words were indeed spoken to the three heroic souls.

Astonishment, attachment, and hope.

Various expressions appeared on the three's faces.

What Lu Ran least wanted to see was the look of hope on the faces of the heroic souls.

It was an indisputable fact that the souls would uncontrollably drift toward Lu Ran.

On this basis, the souls would always raise a hint of unrealistic fantasy, as if they had grasped a straw.

Indeed, Lu Ran could see them.

But he could only see them, and had no ability to do anything else.

"Lu Ran, help me! We can still fight! We can still fight!"

"Save... you can, you can see me, Lu Ran, you can see me!"

"Don't let me go, Lu Ran, don't, I can't die yet! I still have a child, he's only 13, he hasn't become a believer yet, I haven't seen him get married and have children..."

Lu Ran's heart trembled heavily, and his breathing suddenly became a bit rapid.

Before his father left...

Did he have the same thoughts?

"Hoo~"

In another world, bits of energy fluctuated.

Strips of souls continuously converged, merging into Lu Ran's pair of dead, lifeless sheep eyes.

"Go well."

Lu Ran's voice was low, carrying a hint of sorrow, reaching the ears of the three heroic souls, and also transmitted to thousands of households through the micro-camera.

The world naturally couldn't see the heroic souls, but they could see the Moon-Watcher bones scattered on the street.

There was no more laughter in the channel, only voices of farewell:

"Go well!"

"Go well..."

"Heroes, go well!"

"I can't watch this, it killed me with tears, I really can't watch this..."

"Kill! Lu Ran, kill, kill, kill! Kill those demons!!"

Lu Ran suddenly lifted his eyelids, hearing sharp hissing sounds in his ears.

The Thread-Pulling Shadow was ferocious, baring fangs and brandishing claws, also uncontrollably drifting toward Lu Ran.

"Go, shelter!" Sun Zhengfang endured the grief and shouted loudly.

He also released a large number of branches from his hands, wrapping the three corpses inside.

"Lu Ran?" In the night sky, Jiang Ruyi's voice came, waking Lu Ran up.

He looked up.

And Lu Ran's appearance of biting his lip and red-rimmed eyes made Jiang Ruyi's heart tremble.

It also made the millions of viewers behind the screens feel a slight palpitation.

Three Moon-Watchers died; no matter how sad the people present were, it wouldn't be too much.

However, Lu Ran was in this cursed city, he had fought many battles, experienced countless life-and-death situations, and sent away many heroic spirits.

Lu Ran's appearance... is it really normal?

The answer is naturally negative.

Everything is because of those few sentences.

"He's only 13."

"He hasn't become a believer yet."

"I haven't seen him get married and have children..."

"Lu Ran, let's go." Jiang Ruyi flew down beside Lu Ran and reached out to gently hold his arm.

Her eyes were gentle, and she said softly: "We'll send the wounded back to the shelter."

"Mm, let's go." Lu Ran shook his head hard, as if trying to shake off the words lingering in his mind.

The Thread-Pulling Shadow's soul had already entered the garden; Lu Ran fished out the wounded and rushed toward the nearest shelter with the team.

Half a minute later, the group charged into a shelter.

When they came out again, everyone was wearing a circle of "Moon" characters.

Everyone didn't expect that just as they stepped out of the gate, more than ten meters directly in front, there was a burst of energy surging.

"Sss——"

The fog beneath Lu Ran's feet surged, holding the Silent Zhan Ye Dao, and he killed straight up.

He no longer had a sorrowful appearance; all that remained was a face full of gloom.

Behind the Pupil of the Death Realm, a faint black fire was burning.

The bright red shadow emerged rapidly, naturally sensing the overwhelming killing intent behind her!

Her energy surged throughout her body, subconsciously wanting to activate the Evil Technique 'Thread-Pulling Garment', however...

"Sss!"

The sharp Silent Zhan Ye Dao wiped directly across the Thread-Pulling Shadow's neck.

The Thread-Pulling Shadow's beautiful skull flew high, only to see her slightly opening her red lips, still widening a pair of eyes!

Having just descended into the world, before she could do any evil, she was cleanly beheaded.

Is it unjust?

Not unjust.

A mere distance of ten meters, and still with her back to Lu Ran.

Regardless of what evil or demon you are, as long as you dare to assemble into shape, the blade in Lu Ran's hand will definitely land on your neck.

"Puff!"

The headless corpse was fixed in place, and the blood spraying from its neck fell on Lu Ran's face, falling in front of countless people's eyes.

"Kill!!"

"Yes, God Ran! Kill like this! Satisfying!"

"Wreaking havoc in the human world, invading my homeland, leave none alive!"

"Kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill!!"

On the screen stained with blood, sentences full of anger and killing intent flashed by.

The bright red shadow suddenly shattered into mist, and the blood also turned into wisps of blue smoke.

Large amounts of energy were inhaled by Lu Ran into the divine power bead in his neck.

"Ahhhhh!"

The Thread-Pulling Shadow's soul screamed angrily, wishing to tear the human race close at hand to shreds.

Lu Ran silently opened his pair of cold horizontal pupils, collecting the soul into the Divine Demon Sculpture Garden.

Thread-Pulling Shadow,

You, like other demons, will eventually become my loyal servant.

And there are those demon main body sculptures, waiting.

Wait for me to bring my servants and visit them one by one...

Lu Ran led the thick fog, turned and walked toward the team, looking at several people: "Let's go."

Sun Zhengfang waved his hand and shouted in a deep voice: "Go!"

Kill!

Asking for some monthly tickets.

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 222 =====