Chapter 881

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Chapter 881 Trust Them

Baili Pangpang, who was passing by, saw this scene and his expression changed slightly as he was about to step forward to stop it.

At this moment, a hand rested on his shoulder.

Cold sweat appeared on Cao Yuan’s forehead as he looked at the fighting crowd in the distance and shook his head:

“It’s useless, they’ve completely lost their rationality. Trying to reason with them won’t make them stop, it will only make them turn against us…

Let’s take action directly.”

After saying this, Cao Yuan seemed to realize something was wrong and added, “I don’t mean killing them…”

“I know, I’m still clear-headed right now.”

Baili Pangpang took a deep breath, reached into his pocket, and the green rope he had used to tie up the mad dog earlier flew out again, instantly extending several times in length, dancing in the air like a green snake, firmly binding all the villagers who were fighting together.

Though bound by the green rope, the villagers’ expressions remained extremely fierce. They turned their heads to look at Baili Pangpang and the other two, roaring in anger, frantically twisting their bodies trying to break free from the rope, but the green rope seemed to have grown onto their bodies, and no matter how hard they tried, they couldn’t break free.

Seeing those chaotic figures roaring and shouting at him, anger once again flashed uncontrollably in Baili Pangpang’s eyes. He quickly closed his eyes, clenched his fists, veins bulging on the back of his hands, as if trying to endure something.

In the dark sky above, more than half of the red moon had emerged from the clouds, crimson as blood.

Fresh blood flowed from the nearby corpses, and in the hot, scorching air from the burning flames, the smell of blood kept stimulating the three people’s nostrils, like the hand of an evil and irritable demon, gently stirring their consciousness…

Large beads of sweat rolled down Cao Yuan’s cheeks, the redness in his eyes growing stronger. His peripheral vision caught the bloodstained short knife dropped by the villagers, and he couldn’t look away.

In his mind, there seemed to be a voice, constantly whispering, telling him to pick up that short knife.

He unconsciously moved half a step forward.

The next moment, a figure beat him to it, picked up the short knife from the ground, and threw it backward, deeply embedding it into the distant eaves!

“Cao Yuan, you can’t touch it…” Red also appeared in Shen Qingzhu’s eyes as he stood there, breathing heavily, looking at Cao Yuan with determination and seriousness.

Cao Yuan stared at Shen Qingzhu in sudden realization, remaining dazed for a long while before coming to his senses, painfully rubbing his temples.

“I’m sorry… I lost control again.”

“It’s not your fault, you already have the Black King’s presence within you, making you more prone to anger and losing control than others.”

Shen Qingzhu took a deep breath and said to Baili Pangpang beside him:

“Take out another forbidden item and tie all three of us up.”

Baili Pangpang was stunned, “Tie everyone up? Aren’t we going to look for a way out of here?”

“In our current state, we’re not fit to search anymore. In a while, our rationality might be completely lost… The only thing we can do now is control ourselves and not cause trouble for Qi Ye, Jia Lan, and Yu Jiangeer.” Shen Qingzhu breathed heavily, struggling to organize his thoughts as his rationality fluctuated wildly, and continued:

“Jia Lan has [Immortality], she won’t be affected by the power here. She’s with Qi Ye, and they might find a way to leave before the loop ends…

We can only trust them.”

After hearing this, Baili Pangpang nodded and took out another green rope from his pocket, controlling it to move around the three of them.

Just then, Baili Pangpang suddenly groaned, the redness in his eyes flickering again. The green rope he was controlling suddenly began to move violently, like an out-of-control python, frantically writhing in mid-air. The other green rope binding the villagers also began to tremble slightly.

Baili Pangpang’s consciousness could no longer control two forbidden items simultaneously.

Seeing this, Shen Qingzhu clenched his teeth, stepped in front of Baili Pangpang, and extended his palm:

“Give me the forbidden item, I’ll do the binding.”

“Bro Zhuai, can you control it?” Baili Pangpang glanced at Cao Yuan, who was trembling uncontrollably nearby, and worriedly said, “If your consciousness also loses control and the forbidden items loosen, we won’t be able to hold Old Cao back…”

“I will stay conscious.” Shen Qingzhu extended his palm again and repeated, “Give it to me.”

After hesitating for a moment, Baili Pangpang still handed the forbidden item to Shen Qingzhu.

Shen Qingzhu took a deep breath, infused his spiritual power into the forbidden item, and the green rope came alive again, shooting out and directly binding Baili Pangpang and Cao Yuan together. Cao Yuan’s arms began to struggle unconsciously but couldn’t break free from the green rope at all.

“Bro Zhuai, aren’t you going to tie yourself up too?” Baili Pangpang asked, seeing Shen Qingzhu standing alone in the corner.

Shen Qingzhu shook his head, “If I tie myself up, I’ll become more prone to anger, and my emotions will lose control faster…”

He staggered to the edge of the burned-down house ruins, sat down on the black bricks, took out a cigarette from his pocket and put it in the corner of his mouth, his right hand trembling as he raised it to his mouth, his thumb and middle finger lightly pinching together.

Scratch!

A flame ignited under the red moon filled with dust and embers.

The flame lit the cigarette, and the smoke dispersed in the wind above the village. Shen Qingzhu took a deep drag and slowly exhaled.

The red moon cast his lonely yet steady shadow on the charred wall. He sat alone before the roaring masses, calmly watching this insane world. Amidst the swirling smoke, reason and madness waged a silent war…

After an unknown amount of time, a figure slowly approached from the end of the road.

It was a young man carrying a black coffin on his back. His steps were somewhat unsteady, but his expression was completely calm. He casually pulled out a bloodstained cleaver from the roadside and determinedly walked towards the bound Cao Yuan under the red moon.

His eyes were completely crimson.

…

Under the sea.

In the frantically churning waters, Lin Qiye stood on the back of the lanternfish, a hint of red also creeping into his eyes.

“The power affecting emotions is getting stronger… Is this the red moon he spoke of?” Lin Qiye’s brows were tightly knitted, fine beads of cold sweat appearing on his temples as he stared intently at Chen Yangrong, who was about to be swallowed by the stomach wall.

“Kid…” Chen Yangrong smiled coldly at Lin Qiye, who wore a pained expression, and said, “I’ll say it again, if you don’t want to die, come pull out this knife.”

Lin Qiye clenched his fists tightly and remained silent, seemingly ignoring Chen Yangrong’s words completely.

Chen Yangrong shook his head, “Why don’t you understand? Under ‘their’ gaze, weak creatures like humans cannot maintain their rationality. Whether it’s you or your companions in the village, you’ll all end up killing each other…”