Chapter 312.4: Releasing the Devil in the Heart
Chapter 312.4: Releasing the Devil in the Heart
"Is there a way to break it?"
"The mirror sprite is an evil demon and the thing it is most afraid of should be a person who possesses blood of the purest bloodline, the most pristine blood in the world, blood that would drive the demon berserk with fear and terror, till it takes its own life."
The purest bloodline, means the most pristine and unspoiled blood that has not been tainted by evil, blood that runs in the body of the person who does not hold evil thoughts in his mind.
Everyone was immediately a little bewildered for an instant. Could such a person really exist in this world?
But no matter whether there was or not, it was certain that there wasn't one among this group of people.
In the period of time that everyone was locked in animated discussion, the scrying glasses around them had spread densely in number, a great number of them over their heads that had the faces of everyone clearly imprinted upon them.
And it wasn't just one face to a mirror, but a great multitude of themselves was captured on them.
In myriad states, some of them crying, some laughing, some angry, some happy, good and beautiful ones, evil and ugly ones.....
Every single one depicted was of themselves, but they did not dare open their eyes to look at them directly. They were clearly showing their own faces, but they all felt so strange and unfamiliar at the same time.
Every person had a darker side to themselves, and before the scrying mirrors, nothing could be hidden.
They were all standing there there together just a moment before, but it seemed like the people beside them had disappeared in an instant, leaving them there all alone by themself in this space and dimension, with no one else by their sides.
On the mirrors that were everywhere around them, a countless number of themselves were aggressively seeking to pounce on them, to devour them.
It was the same for Lou Jun Yao.
He had even seen the scene where he annihilated the entire clan of his enemy when he was younger in revenge.
He was drenched in blood as he lifted up the small child who was still crying piteously for milk as he laughed maniacally, looking like a bloodthirsty devil.
"What right do you have to live so happily and blissfully in this world, where you have parents to love you and hold you dear but I was unable to even see mine even once, very nearly dying in my mother's womb?"
"How could they live with themselves after committing such travesty, to go on living with their conscience and not feel the slightest bit of guilt and remorse?"
"Why do these truly evil people not die, but the ones who die are instead the good people that these evil villains claimed to be evil! ?"
He ignored the child's terrified crying as he spoke those words like he had been possessed, his fingers clutched around the child's brittle neck tightening slowly, till there was no breath left in that tiny young lifeless body.
In the end, he just sat there blankly, his eyes horrifyingly vacant.
A person sitting alone in that courtyard littered with corpses, his stiffened body frozen in place for a long while, not moving an inch.