Chapter 355: Don't Dawdle

"I have a better idea!"

Looking at the blind woman before him who had already become abnormally ferocious, Shen Yu suddenly revealed a trace of a smile; this smile gave people a feeling that was somewhat devious.

Gu Cheng did not know what devious idea this Lord Shen had thought of, but he knew that those people on the opposite side were definitely in for it.

"Fall back, take the people and leave here, quickly!"

Waving his hand at Gu Cheng, Shen Yu blocked the blind woman who was charging toward them and signaled for Gu Cheng to hurry and take the people away.

Gu Cheng did not ask why either; as a member of the Black-Clad Guard, he had long since developed the habit that when there was a mission from above, he would simply execute it and never ask why.

Subsequently, Gu Cheng stated his identity directly, and then under his leadership, everyone left in a panic.

In the original spot, only Shen Yu remained to face this blind woman who might rush up to eat someone at any moment.

And at this moment, Shen Yu released his aura all at once, instantly pinning the blind woman opposite him down firmly.

His aura leaking out was, to certain people, just like a bright lamp in the dark night.

Inside a secret chamber beneath the Brothel, a woman in red clothes suddenly opened her eyes, her gaze looking toward the sky in disbelief.

Not just her, for a moment several gazes throughout Da'an City all looked toward here, the greedy gazes carrying an indescribable madness.

Among them, a handsome-looking youth who appeared refined and elegant raised his head, pushed aside the woman snuggling against his side, and stood up with a start.

"Young Master Lin, what's wrong?"

"Nothing, just discovered something good!" With a chuckle, the man turned his head back, his face still wearing a gentle smile.

Only that gaze, which was originally full of love, had become somewhat chilling in that very instant, and this look was caught by the woman.

For some reason, the woman suddenly felt that this man who had previously made her infatuated and lost in him now made her feel strange and afraid, and subconsciously she shrank back in fear and unease.

A chill rose from the bottom of her heart for no apparent reason, and as the other party turned his head and approached her again, the unease in her heart grew increasingly intense.

It was as if the person before her eyes was no longer the man who kept saying he loved her, but a bloodthirsty beast that had been starving for days.

This reaction, which appeared for no reason as if it were instinct, made infinite fear well up in her heart for some reason.

"Young Master Lin, you!"

"Xiao Shu, close your eyes!" He walked up and stroked the woman's hair with one hand, as if comforting her.

Under the man's soothing, the woman gradually returned to calm. But at this moment, the man's other hand was slowly stroking the other party's body, moving close to the area of her chest.

At this time, the woman seemed to have thought of something, her face full of shyness, her delicate face buried deeply in the man's embrace.

But just at this moment, the man's fingers suddenly grew longer and plunged directly into the other party's heart.

Accompanied by a piercing scream, the woman's original figure rapidly became emaciated, and her skin also began to turn dull and loose, while a head of black hair began to rapidly turn into white hair.

In just a short while, this woman had become so thin that it was as if only skin and bones remained—no, even worse than skin and bones, it was clearly just a layer of skin left.

"Only this much power!" Wiping the bloodstains from his fingers, the man gave a cold laugh. "Sure enough, a woman like you is duplicitous; you don't love me at all!"

Throwing the woman in his hand aside, the man pushed open the door and stepped out, and by the next moment, his figure had already vanished from the spot.

"Be good, go to sleep quickly; once you wake up, you won't be afraid of anything anymore!" In another place, a middle-aged woman was carefully soothing the child in her arms.

And the child in her arms seemed to be crying incessantly, as if it had been frightened by something, and no matter how she coaxed it, it would not stop.

However, the middle-aged woman did not have the slightest impatience, but instead continued to hum a lullaby like a loving mother.

Accompanied by the woman's humming, the infant's emotions gradually began to stabilize, and the crying grew quieter and quieter.

Once the infant finally stopped crying, the middle-aged woman then revealed a satisfied smile, and then lowered her head to kiss the infant in her hands, as if her whole body were radiating the brilliance of maternal love.

But when the middle-aged woman finished kissing the infant and raised her head, her mouth was full of blood, and shreds of flesh hung from her lips.

If anyone were to see the infant in her hands, they would discover that the face of the infant in her hands was almost gnawed clean at this moment.

At this time, the infant wailed loudly again, the crying becoming increasingly piercing, while the middle-aged woman patiently continued to coax it to sleep while slowly walking toward the distance.

And the direction the middle-aged woman was walking was precisely the direction where Shen Yu was.

In the distance, not far from where Shen Yu was located, the man's figure suddenly appeared. But the moment he appeared, the figure of the woman in red also appeared opposite him.

The two looked at each other, and an invisible killing intent seemed to be permeating the air.

"Lin Musheng, if you aren't going to play with your dolls or play your love games, what are you running here to my place for?"

"What do you think? Naturally, I came for him!" His gaze looked downward, as if piercing through the roof to see Shen Yu standing there.

And at this moment, Shen Yu still had no reaction, seemingly completely unaware that he had been targeted.

"You dare? This dish is mine!"

"It's yours? How does it look like mine to me!" With a light laugh, a gentle smile appeared on Lin Musheng's face, as warm as a spring breeze.

But the woman in red opposite him knew very clearly that the more gentle and warm Lin Musheng smiled, the more dangerous he was. This man was terrifyingly scummy.

"Qingyan, we have known each other for many years, you should know. As long as I take a fancy to something, it is mine; no one can take it away!"

"Ridiculous! Lin Musheng, on my turf, do you think something that has entered my mouth is going to be spat back out?"

"On your turf?" The smile on his face grew increasingly intense, and Lin Musheng slowly approached the woman in red, his nose sniffing deeply twice, as if inhaling an alluring fragrance.

"Qingyan, you've grown distant with me; can't something in your mouth be mine?"

"Back in the day, everything you had was mine. How we loved each other back then; I still haven't forgotten your taste to this day!"

"Enough, Lin Musheng, if you want to seek death, I can fulfill your wish."

"Qingyan, back then you were just as overconfident, thinking that because you obtained the inheritance of Mo Sanniang, you could be arrogant. But what was the result? You were instead almost sucked dry by me, harvested for many years, and ruined in a single day!"

"Speaking of which, I should thank you. If not for your gift, how could I have so easily become one of them and become one of the strongest people in this world!"

"You!"

"Qingyan, for the sake of our acquaintance, you had best step aside, otherwise I don't mind tasting you again. You should know, you might not be as lucky as you were back then!"

Lin Musheng's words made Qingyan hesitate somewhat, but in an instant, she suddenly felt some disbelief.

After all these years, she had long forgotten what the feeling of fear was; it was as if she had never been afraid, and even less would she hesitate, just as if her entire heart were cold, with not the slightest emotion to speak of.

Now that she was actually hesitating, it truly made her somewhat surprised—could it be that she was really afraid?

Perhaps even they themselves could not realize that as the Spirit Qi grew increasingly dense, their reason would also grow increasingly scarce, and the madness in their eyes would grow increasingly intense.

It is just that they themselves are not aware of it, or even if they were, they would not care. To them, that might be a mindset one possesses once power reaches a certain level.

After all, when everything is viewed as an ant, what could possibly be worth a fluctuation in one's own heart?

Yet perhaps they do not know that when they think this way, they have actually already fallen into the abyss.

The bystander sees clearly while the participant is lost; a leaf before the eyes—it is nothing more than this.

In fact, sometimes Shen Yu also wonders why there are no good people among these old monsters. Logically, whether the east wind prevails over the west wind or the west wind prevails over the east wind, good people should not be extinct.

But in reality, those who resist these old monsters are all the rising generation of experts from each era; not a single one is an expert like those old monsters.

It is as if this World does not allow good people to survive; those who can survive are all extremely evil people with hands stained with blood.

Even if one were originally a good person, as long as one can survive, one will eventually degenerate just like the others.

It is as if an invisible hand is manipulating all of this; whenever one thinks of it, it is chilling.