Chapter 592: Selling Oneself

"Boom!"

The massive sound of the explosion traveled very far, and the terrifying power swept through everything nearby, as if an invisible force were echoing across the wasteland.

The dense clouds in the gloomy sky were torn apart, and soil was flung a hundred meters into the air, once again obscuring the sunlight that had just emerged.

A bottomless giant crater expanded outward with Mo Yu as the center; there was nothing left on the spot except for a patch of blurred flesh and blood.

Mo Yu was dead, with only residual blood remaining!

"Pfft!" A figure crawled out of the giant crater in a sorry state; as soon as they crawled outside, they propped themselves up halfway, and mouthful after mouthful of blood immediately sprayed out.

The clothes on their chest were already tattered, revealing the mangled, bloody chest underneath. One could even see the heart beating inside through the blood-stained chest.

"To think you nearly caused decades of my work to fall short. What a Mo Yu, what a Wushuang Fierce General—I truly underestimated a group of ants!"

Taking two deep breaths and lifting their face, which wore a painful expression, a look of sinister malice flashed in He Mujin's eyes.

They had originally thought they were just a group of ants; who could have imagined they would cause such great trauma to them. It was hateful that the opponent had died without a complete corpse; otherwise, they certainly wouldn't have let them die so cheaply.

Struggling to stand up, they recalled how long it had been since they had suffered such trauma.

Blood debts must be paid in blood. They wanted to protect those lowly commoners who were like blades of grass, didn't they? Since that was the case, the pain they themselves had suffered would be exacted a thousand or ten thousand times over from those commoners.

Using their blood to restore their Original Qi and compensate for their trauma. Thousands upon thousands of commoners would soon allow them to recover as before.

Suddenly, He Mujin, who had been struggling to get up, stopped moving. A shadow appeared before their eyes—it was a person's shadow!

Lifting their head with trepidation, what appeared before them was a strange face; the person looked like a scholar, appearing soft and weak, seemingly easy to bully.

But the moment they saw this person, the sense of crisis they had cultivated for many years began to warn them frantically.

The person before them was definitely a formidable enemy, the extremely terrifying kind!

"Mo Yu is dead!" Looking at the flesh and blood scattered everywhere in the giant crater, Shen Yu sighed softly. They had only noticed this place because of the explosion just now, and had rushed over.

They had thought it was two experts locked in a great battle, but they hadn't expected it to be Mo Yu seeking death.

Since parting in the Northern Frontier all those years ago, they hadn't expected there would never be another day to meet; it was a pity for such a general.

"Who are you?"

"My name is Shen Yu, the one who is going to kill you!"

"You are Shen Yu!" Upon hearing this name, a strange look flashed across He Mujin's face; they had heard this name more than once.

A great reputation is truly not without merit; the young man before them was definitely terrifyingly strong.

The corners of their mouth curled slightly; they had indeed suffered heavy trauma, but their combat power had not been diminished much. They had never known that their greatest strength was not any martial prowess.

If you think they are easy to kill just because they are weak now, then you are mistaken!

Lifting their head and quietly meeting Shen Yu's gaze, He Mujin's eyes were as brilliant and magnificent as stars, resembling whirlpools that wanted to suck everything into them.

Just as Shen Yu was about to make a move on this person, they suddenly felt as if they had become another person, and strange memories flooded their mind.

At this moment, they felt as if they were wearing coarse hemp clothes, kneeling before several elders with a look of collapse. An inexplicable feeling of sorrow completely disordered their mind for a moment.

"Why must the person who draws the lot have to die? Why must I be the one sacrificed? Why!"

Facing "their own" sorrowful cries, the expressions of the elders remained unchanged; they were cold as frost, and the eyes with which they looked at them contained not a shred of emotional warmth.

"We are all of the same clan and surname; how do you expect us to choose? Therefore, we can only do it by drawing lots. Whoever draws the lot, that person dies!"

"Mujin, since you drew the lot, this is fate; you must accept your fate!"

"Rest assured, we will take care of your family."

"So my name is Mujin!" At this moment, such a realization suddenly flashed through their mind, followed by being locked in by infinite unwillingness.

"Why? I don't want to die. I just got married; my life has only just begun. No, no, I can die!"

Their own pleas for mercy never received any response; everyone was looking at them coldly, a sight that chilled one to the bone.

Soon, amidst their struggle and panic, they were sent into a valley. There was a patch of black mist in the valley; according to clan rumors, wherever the black mist covered, both man and beast would turn into white bones.

Every three years, a living person had to be sent into the valley; as long as a living person was swallowed by the black mist at the fixed time, the black mist in the valley would not spread outward.

Otherwise, once the black mist spread, no one in the clan would survive.

This year, they had drawn the lot, which meant they would be sent into the valley. They were naturally unwilling, but this was the result of the drawing; they had no choice.

In the valley, black mist swirled all year round, receding during the day and spreading at night.

They were sent into the valley by their clansmen during the day, and when night fell, the black mist would spread to every corner of the valley.

At night, all was silent; the black mist enveloped them, but to their surprise, they did not turn into white bones, nor did they feel even the slightest bit of pain.

Overjoyed, they immediately searched frantically for a way out in the valley; soon, they groped their way out of the valley and rushed toward the direction of their home in high spirits.

Just as they were about to push the door open and enter, they unexpectedly heard their wife's voice from inside the room. However, this voice was filled with sobs and struggle, as if she were grieving and crying bitterly.

Immediately after, they saw several people walking out of their room one by one, looking refreshed; those were the clan elders who had looked at them with cold eyes before.

At this moment, their clothes were disheveled, and they seemed to be drenched in sweat, as if they had just finished exercising.

"Cry! What are you crying for! Why do you think Mujin drew the death lot? Was it really just bad luck? To tell you the truth, it was because of you."

"You are so beautiful, it makes people's hearts race and makes it hard for them to restrain themselves; Mujin was just too much of an eyesore!"

"Mujin was truly lucky to have married a woman like you; you are very moist, very good!"

The several clan elders smiled at each other, as if they had just performed a trivial task.

At this moment, rage burned away their reason; they rushed in, wanting to fight them to the death, but these people seemed to look right through them. Moreover, no matter how they threw their fists, they couldn't hit them at all.

The next moment, their wife, who had long been lying limp on the bed, found strength from somewhere, struggled to climb off the bed, and ran outside.

With a splash, she fell directly into the well in the courtyard, right before their eyes.

Their wife had jumped into the well, naked and unwilling to be humiliated, while they could only watch this scene helplessly, a painful and ferocious expression instantly covering their face.

"Heh, drawing lots to decide life and death—what fairness, so this is what they call fairness!"

Watching helplessly as their wife was violated by the clan elders, watching helplessly while being unable to do anything—unwillingness, pain, and hatred filled every corner of their heart.

When they opened their eyes the next moment, they discovered that they were still in the black mist, with pitch-black darkness all around, unable to see any light.

It turned out that everything just now was their spirit spreading to the distance through the black mist, thereby seeing the scene that had occurred within the clan.

His body did not return to the clan, but everything that happened within the clan was entirely real; his wife was truly dead, his home was gone, everything was gone.

Finally, there was no longer a shred of spirit in his eyes. He walked step by step toward the center of the black fog, where it seemed a voice had been guiding him all along.

"I am willing to feed my body to the black fog, I am willing to sell myself, just to exchange for power. I want revenge, even if I must sacrifice everything!"