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Chapter 405 Zuo Useless

"Only you, the monster, can save yourself."

The scorpion tail was like a sword, piercing Qianhu's shoulder. This was not a sign of mercy, but Qianhu's desperate struggle to turn over and dodge the fatal blow.

There was confusion and anger in Zuo Wuyong's eyes. He didn't understand why one of his "thoughts", an inner demon that shouldn't exist, was still stubbornly resisting.

How could a monster who combined killing and betrayal change his mind and become a good person because of his ridiculous "inner demon"?

Am I crazy?

It seemed that he was venting the anger in his heart, and he also seemed to have begun to have an emotion called doubt. Zuo Wuyong's giant pincers hit Qianhu's arm hard, smashing the hard arm into pieces.

Qianhu didn't scream, but just gritted his teeth and groaned. He subconsciously slashed with the Xiuchun knife in his left hand, but only left a faint mark on the scorpion pincer.

The gap is too big.

After trying hard to turn over and avoid the fatal stabbing blade, Qianhu endured a heavy blow from a scorpion pincer and staggered a few steps away. He raised the long knife in his hand tremblingly, but he did not dare to move forward and could only stand where he was.

After losing the demon, I was too weak.

Qianhu's heart has completely sunk. The gap is beyond his imagination. In other words, no one thought that Qianhu who lost his demon body would be so weak, while Zuo Wuyong would be so strong.

Later, Zuo Wuyong heard from people in the town that the Qianhu offended the big shots because of his outspokenness, so he was sent to this remote town. The town was too far away from the capital, and Qianhu didn't have much dragon-tiger energy in his body. Apart from an official robe and a token, Qianhu's identity was only known to him.

Crush, crush completely.

Yeah, the first person.

How long did it take?

Zuo Wuyou was still a child at that time, or rather, he looked like a child. At that time, he met Qianhu, a Jinyiwei guard. Qianhu was a very nice person, with a Chinese character face, thick eyebrows, and a particularly thick beard. He liked to eat sweets. He would always tease the children around him when walking on the street, and he would never get annoyed. His candy was "robbed" by them.

Yes, Zuo Wuyong snatched some of his candies at that time. At that time, Zuo Wuyong wandered into that small town. He was beaten by the monster hunter until he was on the verge of collapse. He only had one breath left at that time. If it weren't for Qianhu's candy, I'm afraid the first golden scorpion today would have died of hunger and deprivation.

The Qianhu doctor treated Zuo Wuyong's illness, left him some money, and told him that he could find a job at the inn in the town. He always looked carefree, rubbing Zuo Wuyong's head, not lightly or hard, but he could always take out candies or snacks like magic and stuff them into Zuo Wuyong's hand with a smile.

"These dragon and tiger auras were handed to me personally by the first person I killed!"

The bloody left leg, the forced breathing, and the gradually losing luster in his eyes.

There is a certain amount of dragon-tiger energy in Qianhu's body. After all, he is also Qianhu the Jinyi Guard, and he has at least the fifth level of dragon-tiger energy in his body. But in front of Zuo Wuyong, these dragon and tiger energy seemed vulnerable, even a little...

"ridiculous."

Zuo Wuyong, who was half human and half demon, smashed Qianhu's left leg with one punch. Looking at Qianhu who was curled up, pale and unable to move for a while, a ferocious smile appeared on Zuo Wuyong's face.

The sharp claws stepped on Qianhu's chest. Zuo Wuyong looked down at Qianhu at his feet and sneered: "A monster who killed countless people, but used the dragon and tiger energy rewarded by the imperial court to fight against his own monster body. It's really I don’t know whether to say you are unprecedented or extremely ignorant.”

Zuo Wuyong forgot, he only remembered that he left that remote town, said goodbye to Qianhu, and wanted to find his own way to practice. But when he was taken under the command of Madam Golden Snake, Zuo Wuyong became a monster after eating his first human brain and experiencing the monster's bloodthirsty instinct.

"Don't forget..."

The first person Zuo Wuyong killed for Mrs. Golden Snake was a Qianhu.

During that time, he had been doing what monsters do. How long have you been doing this? I don’t remember, it seems like many years, but it also seems like a very short time.

Zuo Wuyong remembered that the weather that day was sunny, the breeze was gentle, and the temperature was pleasant. Mrs. Golden Snake gave him an address and a secret message.

Mrs. Golden Snake said that after going to this place and completing the task in the letter, Zuo Wuyong would become a member of the Golden Snake Gang. Mrs. Golden Snake’s great cause depends on him. It's useless to believe it.

He went to the town on the address, which was a remote, desolate town. Some are familiar, some are strange. The owner of the inn called him by his nickname affectionately. The man on the roadside seemed to recognize this childhood friend and smiled at him from a distance.

And the person he wanted to kill gave him a warm hug. The old man with white hair and gray beard, whose red robe had lost its original color and had patch after patch sewn on, was filled with relief.

Then, the knife sank into the heart.

Zuo Wuyong forgot.

He forgot about the warm blood sprinkling on his cheek, and he was smiling. He seemed to be reminiscing with Lao Qianhu, saying that he ate candy again and that one of his teeth was rotten. Ask him if the little harpy in the back mountain still likes to sing as before, and if the playmate next door has found his wife.

But Lao Qianhu couldn't answer. He was lying in a pool of blood, holding tightly the tarnished Qianhu waist badge in his hand, and the brocade robe on his body was stained red.

Zuo Wuyong stood there, speechless, just silently watching the old Qianhu who had lost his breath. After he left, there was one less famous old man in the world, and one more Jin Yiwei wearing blood-red brocade clothes and holding an embroidered spring knife.

He took the waist badge, erased the name on it, and engraved it with Zuo Wuyong.

Putting on the brocade clothes, the blood dyed the robe red, like a rainbow fish flying into the blood-red sky, no one knew it anymore.

"It turns out I died once."

Chihu smiled.

Zuo Wuyong looked at Qianhu who was smiling, with shame and anger in his eyes.

Why are you still laughing? !

I've told him, do you still insist? !

It’s you who killed him with your own hands, the benefactor who saved you! You replaced his name and even erased his past!

Why should you atone for your sins like this? Why can you be so sanctimonious and say you want to kill my evil thoughts? !

"Zuo Wuyong, you are the real evil!"

Roaring, roaring hysterically, Zuo Wuyou's venomous sting stabbed Qianhu's forehead, which was unable to move.

He had had enough, had enough of Zuo Qianhu's unrealistic fantasy.

If there were no Zuo Wuyou, there would be no Zuo Qianhu. But with Zuo Qianhu, Zuo Wuyou will look particularly ridiculous.

dying.

Zuo Qianhu did not close his eyes, but looked straight at the approaching sting. He suddenly felt that he was indeed a little ridiculous. A "thought" that should not exist had its own self, but it wanted to become the master of the body and atone for the sins of this body.

It's just a dream that shouldn't exist. If you die, just die. At least before you die, you can clear some obstacles for Mr. Zhou. At least, it's somewhat useful.

However, at this moment, accompanied by thunder and sticks, a thin figure stood in front of Qianhu, and the long stick hit the spikes hard, making a harsh explosion.

"Fuck, you can't kill him, he's my father!"

(End of this chapter)