Uncle Li was lying to him.

This old fox has been lying to him from beginning to end.

What "had no interest in eternal life lying in a coffin", what "bargained with the Pharaoh all night", what "was only an exchange of interests with Sur VII"...... It's all fake.

Like the Blood Lion, he was the faithful servant of the Pharaoh, and he was.

But this man is much smarter than the Blood Lion.

When he found out that there was such an invincible transcendent person as Yan Luge in the world, he decisively made the most suitable move for normal people's psychology, bowing his head, giving in, admitting intimidation, and surrendering.

He perfectly interprets the image of a wall-to-wall speculator, who will obey whoever has the big fist, answers all the questions of Yan Luge, and says all the important and unimportant things, except for one thing - the task given to him by the "Pharaoh".

Yan Luge was deceived at the beginning.

It wasn't until later that he found a clue from the actions of the two little thieves who knew the route well, and realized that there was an internal response.

From that moment on, he began to doubt...... is not only suspicious of the uncle of the Li family, but also suspicious of Li Chongshan, suspicious of everyone in this castle who has not met, and even has a fleeting thought of doubting Bailu, who can spy on the entire network.

But in the end, he still locked up the uncle of the Li family.

Not because of some conclusive evidence...... Whether it is his speculation that "Neiying" may be in a high position, or the call records that Bailu found in Sissi's mobile phone, it is actually not enough to testify against Uncle Li.

The real reason is...... Yan Luge didn't believe that the "Pharaoh" was a fool [beep-].

The "Pharaoh" only snatched a total of four spiritual power elixirs from Li Chongshan, used one of them, gave one to the Blood Lion, and gave one to the uncle of the Li family.

It's not like a cabbage.

In the modern era, four thousand years after the aura's severance, spiritual power elixirs have no price, and it is possible to find the right buyer to sell them for hundreds of millions of yuan, not to mention that it is the only door to transcendent power.

The fact that the "Pharaoh" was able to give half of the spiritual power potion in stock to the Blood Lion and the Li family's uncle, no matter what the reason, it was enough to prove that these two were not ordinary slaves, but valuable slaves.

Uncle Li said that this thing was obtained by bargaining, but Yan Luge was the first to believe it.

The superposition of many doubts made Yan Luge finally target the Li family's uncle.

"You ......" Uncle Li opened his mouth and looked at Yan Luge in fear, as if he wanted to say something, but he couldn't say anything.

He had nothing to say...... Because what the words and songs say are right......

His gaze shifted slightly down to the table in the lounge.

There was a knife there, which he usually used to cut fruit, and the last time he used it, he casually put it on the table.

If...... If......

Yan Luge sat on the seat and stared at each other coldly, not even revealing his tentacles, but the increasingly cold aura seemed to freeze the air.

He seemed to be waiting for something, and like he was waiting for nothing.

Uncle Li suddenly turned around and ran.

The cowardly part of human nature finally triumphed over impulse, and he really couldn't muster the courage to face the eyes that seemed to kill countless people like a chicken, and to face the transcendent existence as unknown as his master.

Just like not so long ago, when faced with the coercion and temptation of the "Pharaoh", he quickly succumbed to fear and willingly became the slave of the other party.

Just like many years ago, when his younger brother seized the position of patriarch of the family, he chose to escape because he was afraid, and watched as the disappointed subordinates switched to each other one after another.

Like many years ago......

He has always been a coward, a useless fellow.

If it weren't for the fact that he was born in an ancient family, he was born with a higher starting point than ordinary people, and he didn't worry about food, clothing, housing and transportation when he was the most depressed, then a cowardly guy like him would have become the target of bullying by the gangsters at school, or maybe after a certain bullying and temptation, he would turn around and become a bully who had become even worse, and used lies to paralyze and deceive himself into having friends.

After arriving in society, he will become the object of oppression by his boss and colleagues, dare not refuse the work thrown by his colleagues, dare not disobey unreasonable overtime orders, dare not protest against much lower wages than others, or may rise to the top with his past hardships and hard work in a lucky opportunity, and become the most loyal lackey around the boss, until one day he was abandoned as a victim in the company's reform.

It's always been like this...... He's always been such a piece of waste.

Therefore, he did not dare to disobey the orders of the "Pharaoh", nor did he dare to oppose the words and songs.

He ran away, he didn't even have the courage to pick up a knife to fight for life and death, and ran away like a lost dog.

He stumbled out of the rest room and into the studio where he had been staying.

Those bloody, distorted, and eerie paintings always made him feel at peace in the past, because when he painted, he was in the place of the monsters from above, playing with the humans beneath his feet wantonly and arrogantly.

The more people lack something, the more they desire something.

His ambition and humility, his lust and timidity, his courage and vulnerability......

He longs to be a monster, a monster who judges the world.

However, only today is different.

When he walked into the studio, he noticed that everything around him seemed to have changed.

The paintings, the people, the monsters seemed to be alive, and they screamed and pounced on him.

He saw the giant eagle of the forest spread its wings to cover the sky and devour young children; He saw the dragon of Celil spit out earth-destroying flames that burned the town; He saw the North Sea Monster unleash an overwhelming wave and shatter the ship.

And what about him? Where is he?

He was not in the panicked crowd, not in the screaming and wailing sacrifices, not in the warriors who declared war on the monsters with bamboo spears in hand.

He was in the corpse of the giant eagle's nest, he was in the throne at the feet of the dragon, he was in the withered claws in the shadow of the octopus.

It turns out that he has never been a terrible monster, he only has the ridiculous accomplice of the monster, the one who is accustomed to treachery but does not know it, the one who sacrifices everything in exchange for eternal destruction......

He laughed, so desperately, so pathetic.

He's crazy.

……

Yan Luge watched the other party run out of the rest room, did not get up, did not chase after him.

He watched, watched the uncle of the Li family in the studio, sometimes wailing, sometimes laughing, sometimes crying, sometimes repenting, covering his face and stumbling between the easels, knocking down several paintings, splashing ink all over his body without knowing it.

Yan Luge retracted his gaze and explained to Li Chongshan: "A small ability, called 'Horror Fantasy', will project the things he fears the most in his mind. If it's an ordinary person, it probably takes some time to get out, but if it's your uncle-

"—I'm afraid I'll never get out."

Li Chongshan looked at his crazy uncle and smiled bitterly: "I thought you would kill him." ”

"If he picks up that knife and stabs me at the moment he is exposed, then he is dead. But he chose to turn around and run, so I let him go. Yan Luge said quietly.

Although Uncle Li stood on the opposite side of him, he never showed murderous intent towards him, so Yan Luge also left a way out for the other party according to his own principle of reciprocity.

This stepping horse is not a hypocrisy, if he acts in the style of his previous life, and kills half the world without blinking, that is, now he feels that he should cultivate his self-cultivation, and then he puts down the butcher's knife and becomes a Buddha.

Though...... It's not necessarily better to go crazy than to die.

(End of chapter)