The Legend of the Devil
Ch. 227 - Satan returns
"You okay?"
That soft voice sounded amidst the chaotic world before him.
"You lost what? Who took it from you? You don't want to fight back and just sit idly by while being trampled?" The worried expression looked so concerned, his voice whispering more and more.
"I know from the bottom of your heart you want to avenge them all ... Those people have taken away your happiness, the people who trust you and the smile on your face. Don't think of anything, I'm sure they'd want you to take revenge."
The slow pat on his shoulders became even more noticeable as the young man sank into his daydream and did not wiggle apart from just staring blankly for hours at the edge of the abyss. His face pajas and pale, both of his eyeballs had dried up since two hours ago. The emotions that burned his heart were slowly taken away from him. He had almost lost his sanity and no one had saved him from the darkness trying to drown him.
"I can help you, you go through this suffering alone and I won't let you. I've been through the same misfortune as you and I understand what it's like," convinced once more until slowly the deathly pale face began to move stiffly staring beside him where a handsome-looking man holding a fox mask looked at him with understanding.
Just then, that warm gaze seemed to save her from her grief.
" ... You're gonna help me?" voice hoarse.
The fox mask man looked at the young man so desperately, "Of course. You'll be swallowed up in the dark if you let that hate sit forever. He's gonna drive you crazy. You're gonna lose consciousness ..." He gripped the shoulder with a restless look.
"But you don't have to worry. I have many friends who can accept your situation. You'll be well received there. We'll help you release that hatred for your own good."
He thought that the man was a priest or whatever was trying to save his soul. Without thinking, he nodded.
That smile held him for only a moment. Then smash it into his bones.
The footprints in the desert seemed to be getting destroyed, the footprints were like being dragged against the windstorm and the chaos that hit the red-haired young man's head. He threw the fox mask off his face, smashing it by burning it with fire. Shouting occurs as all memories begin to surface.
"What's going on? What the fuck? What have I been doing all this time?!" the screams echoed loudly. He walked far and wide unable to face all the reality that seemed to hit his head in a landslide.
The more he closed his eyes those memories of the past became clearer.
The man with the fox mask took him away to a strange place. A place where he could see the clouds under his feet and find no life other than the group. Unconsciously he was just following the orders of the man. I don't know what made him believe so much that he fell into the deepest darkness.
Then the man forced her to chug down a bottle full of foul-smelling liquid and could not spit it out. From there, he did not recall clearly what had happened other than a random piece of memory.
A flash of the shadow of the corpses, the bloody sword and the reflection of his face that had no expression flashed. Bothering him from time to time until his head almost broke. The memory did not stop spinning until he could not hear the sound of his own screams.
"Aarghhh! The hell! Unhand me!"
The young man fell into the sand, trying to release something that burned his neck. He tore through the skin of his neck with a rough, burning heat on his neck plus the painful sensation of an intangible needle prick. It was like a curse that began to gnaw as he violated his terms.
Jiazhen Yan spewed out black blood. His body was fighting the power of the potion. The blackish-purple scar of the chain shackling his neck began to be clearly imprinted on his white neck.
Suddenly he dashed back towards the direction he had come from, his hurried footsteps flying sand into the air. Without caring about the pain that was beginning to return, Jiazhen Yan accelerated his pace to return to the place where the figure was.
But when his steps returned to the place where he left her, only silence greeted him. There were no traces left as a result of the hurricane. He began to question where the person was going and searched everywhere until his steps came to a desperate halt.
"I killed him too?"
Only that sentence came out of his mouth, not believing in the actions he took.
Jiazhen Yan lost herself. He could not even remember clearly what had happened during these five years. Only a flash of shadow and sorrow began to gnaw at the space within his chest.
His hatred ended with a lifetime of regret.
Drops of water began to wet his white cheeks, without any sound other than the body pecking in the void. His leg bones lost their strength and made him fall in the middle of the desert.
"I killed him, didn't I ...?" He tried to recall what happened but his brain gave absolutely no answer other than when he stabbed Xue Zhan in the chest and left him to die from blood loss.
"Hey, motherfucker! Answer me! You still here?!" He shouted while throwing his gaze all over hoping to get an answer. "That's really you, isn't it? I'm sure I wasn't dreaming or hallucinating. I remember that ugly and annoying face. Tell me where you're hiding, I want to punch you in the face right now."
Not getting an answer at all the young man finally cried out in despair.
"Xue Zhan!"
He looked around and got something inside the heap of sand filled with pools of blood. As his hand lifted the small rope it saw a crystal-like clear gem with a name engraving inside.
'Gu Xuanhua'
He took out the same necklace of his, seeing that the two different colored gems had the same name. His gaze did not believe.
It was really Xue Zhan.
Jiazhen Yan was so reminded of the moment he saw this necklace on Xue Zhan's neck before he fell into the abyss of Regret. Only he had that necklace besides himself.
Knowing his friend was really still alive made his eyes water again. The emotions that had long disappeared from him returned. He clutched the necklace tightly.
"Fuck you, I won't forgive you for making me cry like a girl. Bajak*ngan."
Yet now he did not even know if Xue Zhan was still alive. Jiazhen Yan came to a halt for a moment when he saw the strands of red wings flying swept by the wind. He was watching closely. Saw one road where the feather flew.
"Prepare your head, Xue Zhan."