The Protagonist is Always Intimidating Me - Chapter 75

This disaster came suddenly and left just as quickly. Taking advantage of the fact that many guests were still present, Mo Zhiyan promptly led a group of people to search for Mo Hankui. Because the elders of the Lanxi Hall were skilled at tracking, they soon located Bai Meng and hurried over.

Then they were shocked by the tragic scene before them.

The wounded youth sat amid an endless sea of corpses, surrounded by the stench of dead demons. His once fair and jade-like face was smeared with blood and filth, and shallow cuts marked his body.

“…Captain Bai Meng?”

Hearing someone call his name, Bai Meng turned his head. The pair of eyes that used to resemble obsidian now held no trace of light. The blackness within them was like a pool of stagnant water, incapable of stirring even a ripple.

“Little Captain!…” Mo Lei and the others hurried forward to support him. One of them suddenly asked, “Where is Hall Master Mo?”

That question caused Bai Meng’s entire body to stiffen. After a long pause, he finally came to his senses. His expression fell as he looked at the crowd, and tears unknowingly streamed down his face, dripping to the ground and splashing into tiny droplets. “He fell…”

That sentence caused a heavy silence to fall upon Mo Lei and the others. They all understood what “fell” truly meant.

“Why am I crying…? Mo Hankui clearly isn’t dead… He can’t be dead…”

Bai Meng wiped his face haphazardly with his sleeve, but the more he wiped, the more his tears flowed.

“Yes, he’ll be fine… Nothing will happen to him…” Lan Wei lowered his voice, softly consoling the emotionally shattered Bai Meng. Only when Bai Meng stopped crying did Lan Wei turn to the side and signal for his men to bring someone over.

“However, we’ve also found the true culprit.” Lan Wei glanced coldly behind him. A few people forced Feng Qingxuan forward. “I captured him at the border. This all began because of him.”

Feng Suiling was already restrained, kneeling on the ground with both hands pinned behind his back. His black hair was scattered across the floor, making his pale face appear even more delicate and frail. Yet the mocking smile at the corner of his mouth was exceptionally jarring.

“He used Hall Master Feng’s blood and the corpses of dead demons as a source of contamination to forcibly destroy the Abyss’s barrier. When we arrived, we found Hall Master Feng heavily poisoned. It seems he didn’t know… or, well, to put it another way,” Lan Wei sneered, “The elders of the Yinchen Hall currently don’t want to replace their Hall Master.”

Bai Meng’s delicate face grew colder and more rigid, like cast iron or cement, completely devoid of life.

“…Mo Hankui is dead? Serves him right…”

As soon as Feng Suiling began to speak, his vision suddenly went black. It was Bai Meng who had suddenly appeared before him. Without saying a word, Bai Meng extended a hand as fair as jade and grabbed Feng Suiling’s disheveled hair, slamming his head ruthlessly into the ground.

Once!

Twice!

Three times!

…

The incessant “thud, thud, thud” pounded on everyone’s hearts, accompanied by Feng Suiling’s screams, leaving the crowd with mixed emotions.

“Don’t talk nonsense… Right, didn’t you really like sacrifices? Didn’t you love pretending to be innocent?” Bai Meng curled his lips into a smile, but the blackness in his eyes churned like a demon from hell hungry to devour souls.

“Do you think I’ll play you to death? For instance, slowly crush your spine underfoot and let your blood and flesh soak into the ground.” The youth smiled calmly as he pinned him to the ground, but the words from his mouth sent a chill down the spine.

“…Stop… Let him go…” Feng Qingxuan, who had been supported by the Yinchen Hall elders at the back, spoke in a hoarse voice.

“Stop…?” Bai Meng turned to look at him, eyes full of violence. When he saw Feng Qingxuan, he stepped back and gave a smile, the corners of his mouth curving in a bloody arc. “Don’t worry, Hall Master Feng. None of you will be spared.”

Bai Meng released his grip, and Feng Suiling, face covered in blood and filth, collapsed to the ground. The earlier blows had left his mind muddled, but in the haze, he seemed to hear a voice that surprised him.

Feng Qingxuan…

After all the things I’ve done, humiliating you like that… Why do you still want to save me?

Feng Suiling’s stiff fingers twitched slightly, and a strange ache welled up in his heart…

“…If I take his place and die instead, will you let him go?”

The words made Feng Suiling, lying on the ground, tremble all over. Feng Qingxuan looked down at Feng Suiling’s battered form. The latter seemed to sense it and quickly turned his gaze away, weakness still lingering in his eyes.

“Let him go? Hall Master Feng, you…” Bai Meng lifted the foot that had been stepping on Feng Suiling, then slowly approached Feng Qingxuan. The elders of the Yinchen Hall, intimidated by Bai Meng’s terrifying gaze, had already released him. Now there was no one at Feng Qingxuan’s side, but Bai Meng didn’t do anything. He simply stared intently at him and smiled.

“No, I can’t do that.”

“You made me hurt, terribly hurt. Now it’s your turn. All of you, feel what I felt.”

There was no emotion in Bai Meng’s voice, but standing before him, Feng Qingxuan suddenly felt a wave of cold rush down his back. At that moment, it was as if a great beast had locked onto him. The beast had no emotion, only the instinct to tear its prey apart with its fangs.

“I can replace Mo Hankui. I’ll offer myself as a sacrifice. As long as you promise me…” Feng Qingxuan stopped speaking after that. Due to excessive blood loss, his face had gone pale, and sweat dotted his brow.

“…That’s right, that could work… I should go meet him now. He’s waiting for me…” Bai Meng murmured, suddenly grasping at the thought like a lifeline. He urgently issued commands to the others, “Prepare a carriage. We’re going to the border.”

“Bai Meng…”

Worry clouded Mo Jiuge’s handsome face. How could the elders of the Yinchen Hall agree to such a ludicrous demand? Especially when Mo Hankui was already hanging by a thread. But Bai Meng’s current state was clearly abnormal, as if possessed by madness. Mo Jiuge couldn’t say it outright, so he tried to advise him. Just as he gathered his thoughts to speak, Bai Meng shot him a cold glance and said, “Jiuge, don’t stand in my way.”

Bai Meng was truly consumed by madness.