Chapter 557

At night, the quiet night wind brushed against his face, making him involuntarily feel a chill.

"This place at night seems no different from daytime—where's the terror they spoke of? I haven't slept, nor have I slept until dawn!"

Pushing the door open, Shen Yu didn't care at all about the taboo of going out at night; instead, he was curious about what might happen after dark.

During the day, he hadn't been idle either—this natural Great Array probably covered a radius of about a hundred li, and a full day was enough for him to search every corner inside and out.

But after a whole day, he had found nothing, so he could only return here for now.

Moreover, what that old man had said to him left him with an urge to witness it himself—he truly didn't know what would happen here at night.

Pushing the door open and stepping out, Shen Yu suddenly saw a familiar figure—it was the old man he was staying with. Only now, the feeling he gave off was very wrong.

It seemed to carry an evil aura, his whole body filled with a sense of brutality.

At this moment, the old man was pulling over a little girl and then, right in the courtyard, tore her clothes apart.

Then, right in front of Shen Yu, he began to vent his desires on her recklessly. The girl looked to be about fifteen or sixteen—this was going too far!

I couldn't tell—this old man was proper and upright during the day, but at night he was so fiery.

"No way!" Isn't it said you can't go out at night? Isn't it said they sleep until dawn at night? What's going on with this guy in front of me?

During the day, Shen Yu clearly sensed that what the old man said was true—he wasn't deceiving him at all.

And although their contact was brief, he could still feel warmth and sincerity from the old man.

But now, facing this old man before him, he felt only near-extreme malice from head to toe.

It was as if he weren't facing a kind old man, but a villain whose evil had reached its peak.

Shen Yu had seen many villains, but the feeling this old man gave him was even worse.

If it weren't for the old man's aura being exactly the same as during the day, Shen Yu would have thought he'd been replaced by someone else.

But why would the same person have such a huge difference between day and night? Could the saying "don't go out at night" actually be referring to himself?

And upon hearing the sound of the door being pushed open, the old man suddenly turned his head, looked up at him, and smiled. The smile was very strange, making one feel uncomfortable all over.

"That gaze!" In the old man's eyes, Shen Yu saw cruelty, viciousness, and cunning—but not a trace of the daytime harmony and warmth remained.

Likewise, the little girl pressed beneath the old man showed no panic or cry for help; instead, she also gave him a grin, her eyes full of greed.

That gaze was as if she wanted to regard him as food—filled with an indescribable desire.

That little girl was also ruthless—while the old man was groping her, her hands were desperately scratching at him.

Her long nails were her most powerful weapon, blood and flesh smeared on both hands, and even some wounds on the old man's body were deep enough to see bone.

But at this moment, neither of them cared about that—they were mutually tormenting each other as if each getting what they needed, as if this brought them a perverse pleasure.

Such an expression, such eyes, and this completely abnormal scene made anyone who saw it shudder involuntarily.

"Old sir, what are you......"

"Little Shen!" Suddenly the old man grinned, cheerfully stood up, and walked toward him—but this smile gave no sense of closeness, only a bone-chilling coldness.

As he reached Shen Yu's side, the old man suddenly changed expression, grabbed Shen Yu's throat with one hand, his ferocious face showing a hint of bloodlust.

"I hate most of you scholars, mouthing benevolence and righteousness while your bellies are full of male bandits and female prostitutes!"

The sudden change didn't catch Shen Yu off guard—or rather, nothing the current old man did would surprise him anymore.

The feeling this old man gave him now was that of someone whose heart was extremely dark, a completely unforgivable villain.

Gripping Shen Yu's throat tightly, the old man coldly said, "Rest assured, I won't kill you—I'll only slowly torture you."

"I'll break your bones inch by inch, I'll make you the lowest beggar, only able to crawl and beg for food every day!"

"Aren't you scholars the ones who care most about dignity? I'll just trample people like you underfoot, so you can only live in baseness!"

"A man who's read poetry and books can only lie on the ground begging—that scene, just thinking about it, is truly amusing!"

At this moment, the old man appeared exceptionally ferocious—not just him, but likely everyone in the town was the same.

Super Perception swept over every corner, and Shen Yu then realized the severity of the problem. It wasn't just the old man like this—it was everyone in the town.

Burning, killing, looting, plundering—behaving like dogs and pigs, men and women alike.

Everyone was tormenting and hurting each other; no one's face showed the daytime smile, only cruelty and deceit remained.

The wickedness of the human heart played out in every corner—these scenes, utterly unbearable to witness, didn't make them restrain themselves but instead drove them further into madness.

Good by day, turning into beasts by night—what kind of place is this, and what exactly have they encountered?

"This young gentleman is so handsome—why not, let me have some fun first!" After climbing up, the little girl smiled and walked up to Shen Yu.

At this moment, her clothes were disheveled, her skin exposed, her face still carrying a hint of flush, as if possessing another kind of allure.

But in Shen Yu's eyes at this moment, she appeared utterly ugly.

"Get lost!" A slap landed on the little girl's face beside him, knocking her straight to the ground, with no trace of pity or tenderness.

Then, while Shen Yu was still slightly stunned, the old man's other hand came down hard on his body.

A surge of force came at once—but it didn't seem aimed at taking his life, only at breaking all his bones and destroying his meridians.

If it were an ordinary person, this strike would instantly make him a cripple. But facing Shen Yu, this strike to him was hardly different from scratching an itch.

After releasing his grip on Shen Yu's neck, the old man burst into loud laughter, seeming quite confident in himself.

He seemed to already see Shen Yu's bones shattered all over, his body limp on the ground, only able to wag his tail and beg for mercy.

His foot wanted to stomp hard on the other's head, to trample his dignity into nothing.

Killing a person is too easy, too unchallenging—only this kind of thing is fun.

After finally finding someone to play with, not playing properly would be no good.

"Hahaha, uh......" The old man, who had been laughing loudly, suddenly saw in the next moment that Shen Yu seemed still to be standing there, unchanged, and his smile froze on his face.

"You, you're not hurt?"

"Old sir, you wish I were hurt!"

"How could you possibly be unharmed!" After the panic passed, the old man suddenly lunged at Shen Yu and threw a punch—this punch no longer restrained, accompanied by the sound of wind breaking, as if carrying endless power.

But when this fist struck Shen Yu, it still had no effect whatsoever.

At this moment, the old man's face completely changed. One punch after another, one palm after another, he exhausted all his strength.

But Shen Yu opposite him remained unmoved, let alone injured—he didn't even manage to budge.

"Master!" Withdrawing his fists, the old man looked warily at Shen Yu and managed to utter a word with difficulty.

"Old man, you've been fighting this long—aren't you tired? Isn't it my turn now?"