inspire-indiana Chapter 5 Human nature is inherently evil.
Chapter 5 Human nature is inherently evil.
He frowned and turned around.
He noticed that someone had stuck a talisman on the back of his neck.
It's a Blood Slave Talisman, the one that Blood Slave affixes.
This low-level blood slave talisman can only control mortals. Is this stupid, lowly slave plotting against him?
Tu San was stunned for a moment.
In that instant, Shen Qing seized the opportunity.
With a soft "pfft".
A sharp sword pierced his abdomen solidly.
They stirred it vigorously, and when they pulled it out, a piece of intestine came out with it.
"You lowly slave, you've ruined me..." Tu San woke up with a scream.
He slashed Shen Qing on the shoulder with his knife.
The knife cut into the bone and got stuck.
Tu San looked down at the wound on his abdomen.
Looking at Li Tianran, who had already retreated back into the corner.
His eyes almost popped out of their sockets.
"Aren't we heretics in cahoots?"
"What the hell are you doing?"
He lunged at Li Tianran.
Li Tianran had nowhere to hide.
He squatted in the corner, clutching a handful of broken tiles he had picked up from the ground.
The edges of the tiles are sharp enough to cut flesh.
When Tu San lunged at him, he slashed the tile hard at Tu San's eyes.
Li Tianran's face turned purple, and his feet kicked wildly in the air.
He made a gurgling sound in his throat, and his tongue stuck out.
At this moment, Shen Qing pounced on him from behind again.
He pierced Tu San's lower back with a single sword strike.
The blade pierced through from the front, bringing blood and bits of flesh.
Tu San was too weak to let go, and Li Tianran fell to the ground, panting heavily.
Shen Qing drew his sword out and then thrust it back in.
Once, twice, three times.
Tu San's body went limp, and he knelt on the ground.
He did not fall.
He braced himself on the ground, raised his head, his face covered in blood, and stared intently at Li Tianran.
"You bastard...you tricked me..." He reached out to throw a wind blade spell.
puff...
Shen Qing severed his wrist with a single sword strike.
Tu San screamed and fell forward, lying motionless on the ground.
Do not look down.
Shen Qing was also completely exhausted.
She leaned against the wall, gripping her sword, staring at Li Tianran with utmost vigilance.
"What exactly are you...?"
Li Tianran squatted on the ground, touching his neck which had been choked red, panting heavily.
"I am just a blood slave, not an evil cultivator."
"Blood slaves?" Shen Qing exclaimed in astonishment.
She leaned against the wall and walked towards the door.
He took two steps, then stopped.
"My name is Shen Qing, an outer disciple of the Heavenly Sword Sect. You are not an evil cultivator, so I will spare your life. Run for your life."
Li Tianran didn't move, fully aware of his mission.
He groaned and squatted down.
Shen Qing turned around and saw that Li Tianran's face was pale and blood was seeping from between his fingers.
"What's wrong?"
"I just got kicked and broke my ribs, could you please take a look?"
Shen Qing hesitated, remembering that Li Tianran had indeed helped her just now.
She walked back and bent down.
suddenly!
Li Tianran suddenly looked up.
He clutched a piece of broken tile in his hand and smashed it against her temple.
A muffled thud.
Shen Qing's eyes widened suddenly, her pupils shrinking to pinpoints.
She stared intently at him, her lips parted as if to say something, but only a muffled "You... you lied to me?" escaped her lips.
Before she could finish speaking, her vision went black and her body went limp.
"I'm not kidding you, I really broke my ribs."
Li Tianran grinned, endured the pain, tied her hands and feet, and threw her into the corner.
He then picked up the longsword from the ground.
Walk into the courtyard.
There is a row of rooms in the courtyard.
The doors were all closed.
A sense of fear emanated from the crack in the door, like livestock waiting to be slaughtered in a slaughterhouse.
He pushed open the first door.
Behind the door was a woodshed.
There were seven or eight people crammed into the woodshed. Men and women, old and young.
Huddled in the corner, squatting on the ground, covering his head, trembling.
Some were crying, some were chanting Amitabha Buddha, and some wet their pants.
They looked up when they saw the door open.
Upon seeing Li Tianran's face, one could see white hair, black horns, and bluish-black skin.
They had never seen a celestial master like this before, and instinctively began to scream.
"Immortal Master! Please don't kill me! I beg you!"
Li Tianran remained silent.
He glanced at the people in the room.
Too old, too young, insufficient blood and energy. None of them meet the requirements for a blood slave.
He closed the door, and behind him came suppressed sobs.
The second room was a storage room, where five people were squatting.
Two young men and three middle-aged women.
When they saw Li Tianran, he huddled up like a frightened chicken.
A middle-aged woman suddenly rushed over, knelt at Li Tianran's feet, and hugged his legs.
"Immortal Master, Immortal Master, my daughter! My daughter is next door! Big breasts, big butt, full of vitality—she's perfect for you if you want a blood slave! Let me go, and I'll take you there!"
Li Tianran looked down at her.
Her eyes held tears, fear, and something else indescribable—selfishness, a fierce will to survive.
"next door?"
"Yes, yes, neighbor! Let me go, and I'll kowtow to you!"
She really kowtowed, thud, thud, her forehead hitting the ground, drawing blood.
Li Tianran remained silent.
He closed the door and walked towards the third room.
The door was locked, so he kicked it open.
There were six or seven people squatting inside.
The youngest was a girl, sixteen or seventeen years old, huddled in the corner, hugging her knees, her face buried in them.
A thin man, as thin as a monkey, was squatting next to her, his eyes darting around in fear.
Upon seeing Li Tianran, he immediately pushed the girl forward.
"Immortal Master, she! She's only sixteen, still a tender virgin, full of vigor! Take her away and spare me!"
The girl was pushed forward and fell to the ground.
She looked up at Li Tianran's face, trembling all over like a leaf.
But she didn't cry.
My eyes are very dry and dark.
The thin man pushed her again.
"Quick, quick, take off his clothes! Let the immortal master inspect the goods!"
The girl knelt with her head down, sobbing in fear, and reached out to unbutton her clothes.
Li Tianran blocked her hand.
"How old are you?"
The thin man rushed to say, "She's sixteen, adorable, and obedient. Immortal Master, you can take her away and spare me!"
Li Tianran glanced at the thin man.
"Who are you?"
"I...I'm her uncle! Her biological uncle! Her father's brother!"
The girl looked up at Li Tianran with tear-filled eyes, appearing pitiful.
Li Tianran sighed inwardly.
He pulled a Blood Slave Talisman from his pocket and handed it over: "Put it on the back of your neck."
The girl obediently took the talisman and, with trembling hands, stuck it on.
Her eyes immediately became unfocused, and her body stiffened.
Li Tianran remained silent for a moment.
He took out a rope from his pocket and tied her hands.
The thin man breathed a sigh of relief upon seeing this, forcing a smile that resembled a rotten chrysanthemum.
"Master, may I leave now?"
"You can go die now."
Li Tianran slit his throat with a single sword stroke. The gaunt man's smile froze, and he clutched his neck in pain, collapsing to the ground convulsing.
A middle-aged man suddenly grabbed the arm of the woman next to him and pushed her forward.
"Immortal Master, I also have a wife, twenty-seven years old, in the prime of her life, do you want her? If you want her, I'll give her to you!"
talking.
The man slapped her, and the woman fell to the ground, blood trickling from her mouth.
The man knelt down and kowtowed.
"Master, she has an enormous appetite and is as strong as an ox. If you take her away, she can even have your child..."
Upon hearing this, Li Tianran pursed his lips.
Human nature is hard to judge.
He glanced at the remaining people; none of them met the criteria.
He led the little girl and the dazed woman out of the room.
He is not a savior; he can barely save himself. He needs to survive.
yard.
Shen Qing had woken up and was leaning against the wall.
They saw Li Tianran leading a girl and a woman who were controlled by talismans out.
His eyes seemed to spit fire: "Evil cultivator, you don't even spare children and women?!"