463: Chapter 463 The Only Way to Beco the Master of Shrine 463: Chapter 463 The Only Way to Beco the Master of Shrine “Bad people will die, but not necessarily before the good ones,”
Han Fei kept slicing off the hair that was spewing from the man’s mouth with the Rebirth Saber, “I see you do not display much hatred, your brother turned you into this, yet in your eyes, there seems to be only regret and no resentnt.”
“He once gave a choice, but I chose the wrong option.” The man struggled to turn his head, looking toward the window focused on the wooden board, “I haven’t spoken in a long ti, I’ve forgotten how to interact with people, it feels like I’m back to being very young, shy and introverted, looking like a little girl, getting nervous around strangers.”
“Back then, I often followed behind my brother, whose personality was the exact opposite of mine.
He had a strong ego, disliked obeying others, and was very opinionated in his actions.”
“I always saw him as my role model and obeyed him unconditionally, until one day, when my brother was burning sothing at ho, he accidentally let the fire spread inside the house.”
“The smoke spread everywhere in a very short ti, and I was locked inside the room, crying and shouting, completely breaking down in fear.”
“It was my brother who broke down the door and saved then, although he had started the fire, it was also him who saved from the severe burns I got.”
“After the fire, we moved house, and that was when our parents’ attitude toward my brother changed; they started reprimanding and chastising him often.”
“My brother is an extrely proud man, even a bit pathological, always feeling he hadn’t done anything wrong.”
“During an argunt, he left ho, and after that, he never stepped foot in the house again.”
“My parents actually regretted it, tried to find him, but they simply couldn’t.”
“A few years later, the folks found out he had opened a small shop in the south and wanted to visit him, but who knew they would et with an accident on the way.”
“The next ti I saw my brother was at our parents’ funeral; he had completely changed, his eyes were like bottomless wells, his face was filled with fake expressions, as if he was wearing a mask that could no longer be removed.”
“From so point on, my brother had beco a stranger.”
“A few years later, my brother returned from the south to Shahe; he had beco a big boss, but was all alone.”
“He actively found , and the fervent and excited way he approached made a bit scared.”
“Under the temptation of money, I began to work for him, becoming his right-hand man, and gradually learned many of his secrets.”
“My brother always trusted unconditionally, telling everything.
I thought this was a privilege of kinship, but later I discovered that from the day he saw , he had already planned my end.”
“After eting my brother again, I lived a life I’d never even dared dream of before, possessing reputation, money, and countless envious glances from others.”
“I no longer minded the changes in my brother, and gradually beca a person just like him.”
“As years passed, my brother’s business suddenly beca difficult, without any warning, as if all the good luck had run out.”
“I rember clearly, one night we brothers were drinking sullenly, my brother suddenly spoke with a hint of drunkenness, saying that the fire he set in our childhood had almost killed and disfigured , and he wanted to give a gift as compensation.”
“He took away my phone, house key, and wallet and put them on the table, then told I now had two options: the first was to leave Shahe imdiately, taking none of the money or items connected to him; the second was to listen to the deepest secrets of his heart.”
“I thought he was just drunk at the ti, didn’t take it seriously, so I chose the second option.”
“My brother told his last secret, took to a well, and told to find my picture inside it.”
“I searched in that well for a long ti and found nothing, only to see my own body continuously sinking.”
“Yes, I saw another version of myself sinking, except that version of wasn’t wearing a wig, revealing ghastly scars all over my head.”
“I started to feel scared, panicking, and it was only when I was completely enveloped by darkness that my brother pulled out of the water.” The man stared at the wig in Han Fei’s hand, his face breaking into a disturbing smile.
“At first, I thought I had escaped death, but when I tried to thank my brother, hair started erging from my mouth.
In horror, I looked at myself, realizing that everything about had been thrown into the well, and only a vague consciousness remained on the wig my brother had given long ago.”
“I rember my brother speaking a lot to the shrine by the well, seemingly pleading with the divine spirit to take away my consciousness, in exchange for him putting more into the well.”
“After that, I don’t rember what happened.
I opened my eyes to find myself back at ho, tightly confined in this room, continuing to bask in everyone’s ‘envious’ gazes.”
Hearing the man’s story, Han Fei looked down at the delivery box.
He had simply taken the darkest, most convenient items from the basent storeroom following the landlord’s ring’s clues, never expecting these things to be tied to human lives.
“Every shelf in the basent storeroom contains at least one item radiating dark energy; the boss intentionally collects these old items.”
The second-hand supermarket is just a facade; everything is serving that shrine.
Han Fei thought hard for a long ti, then finally helped the man by cutting off the hair erging from his mouth, “This tragedy should end now, you even suspect that the first person your brother killed was your parents.”
“Impossible!”
“Nothing is impossible, you should know your brother better than I do.” Han Fei pressed the Rebirth Saber on the man’s neck, “I didn’t co here to listen to your mories; you know all your brother’s secrets, so you must know how to help free him, right?”
“Killing him won’t solve the problem, because the shrine and the well are still there.” The man said with a bitter smile, shaking his head.
“You want to destroy the shrine?”
“You can destroy the shrine in the supermarket, but how can you destroy the shrine that exists in people’s hearts?
As long as people believe that throwing important ‘things’ into the well will bring an equivalent return, that shrine will forever exist.” The man’s gaze shifted from the wig and fixed firmly on Han Fei, “Even if my brother died, who knows if the person who knows about this will beco the next him?”
“So, you an for to wipe out everyone who knows?” Han Fei’s thought process was fairly direct, his attribute points all added to Physical Strength.
The man did not respond, and only after a mont continued, “Rember one thing, you knew about the shrine’s existence not because my brother chose you as an employee, but because the shrine sensed that you are similar people.”
“So, the current plan is to kill everyone who believes in the shrine’s existence, and after they’re all gone, I will figure out how to destroy the shrine,” Han Fei repeated the task order.
“Maybe you can use a more tactful approach, like making no one in this world believe in the existence of the shrine.” The man spoke slowly, his eyes carrying a hint of pleading as he spoke.
“No one believes in the existence of the shrine?” Han Fei’s expression was extrely astonished, knowing in this entire mory World, the only thing that truly exists is the shrine.
In a completely false world, he is to deny the only reality, which seems to have once been the intent of the Master of Shrine.
“I think I understand a bit now, harboring the idea of becoming the Master of Shrine, maybe one can never truly beco the new master of the shrine.
Only by letting everyone forget it, there will be a new beginning and a new choice.”
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