Chapter 2 What the hell is this
"Maybe I was wrong at first. There are no immortals in this world. The name is just a coincidence."

Yang Jian talked to himself.

Fate played tricks on the time traveler.

Tomorrow is the day he dies.

The light coming through the crack in the woodshed door changed from bright to dim, and finally turned into cold moonlight.

Night fell.

Late at night, Yang Jian was drowsy.

He was woken up by the sound of footsteps outside the door. The footsteps were light, but very clear in the quiet night.

Then there was the sound of the lock being opened and the iron chain colliding.

"Squeak~"

The wooden door was pushed open.

The moonlight was able to enter the woodshed.

When the cold wind blew, Yang Jian suddenly woke up.

Under the moonlight, a thin figure curled up and tiptoed carefully into the woodshed.

It’s Yang Chan.

She quickly untied the rope, took out the key to open the shackles on Yang Jian's hands and feet, took out a warm steamed bread from her arms and stuffed it into Yang Jian's hands.

"Brother, eat it while it's hot. I stole some dry food. My godfather and godmother are asleep. Let's eat and escape together."

How could there be any warm steamed bread in the middle of the night? It was obvious that Yang Chan had been using her body heat to keep it warm.

Yang Jian was tired and hungry. He had not eaten or drunk anything for the whole day. After wolfing down the steamed bread, he felt a severe choking sensation.

"Water~"

Yang Chan handed over the kettle in a hurry.

After Yang Jian finished drinking, he felt his strength restored. He picked up the hatchet directly, with murderous intent flashing in his eyes.

The shackles that had bound him for more than a decade were gone, and the beast in his heart awakened.

"Kill! Kill them all. You and I are destined to be the gods of killing!"

The demon eye between the eyebrows did not reveal its shape, because Yang Jian was always worried that it would scare Yang Chan, so he never showed it in front of Yang Chan, but its voice echoed in his mind unhindered.

"Brother~Don't!"

Yang Chan instantly saw through her brother's plan. Unable to bear it, she hurriedly hugged Yang Jian's legs.

"Does it hurt?"

Yang Jian gently stroked the wound on Yang Chan's face. Although half a day had passed, the blood mark from the slap was still clearly visible.

Yang Chan shook her head and took out a candied haws from her arms: "It doesn't hurt. Eat a candied haws and it won't hurt. Brother, eat it. Let's run away."

"I won't be at peace until they die!"

The humiliation suffered in the past is still vivid in my mind. If I don’t seek revenge even with a sharp knife in my hand, then there is no point in living.

Yang Jian decisively broke free, completely ignoring Yang Chan's heartbroken look, and walked out of the wooden door.

He didn't notice that there was a dark shadow curled up beside the wooden door.

"Bang~"

The dark figure curled up outside the door suddenly stood up and smashed Yang Jian's head heavily with a stick.

Yang Jian was caught off guard and was knocked down by a stick, fainting on the ground.

The shadow turned around.

Yang Chan’s eyes widened instantly when she saw a face that was very familiar to her - Yang Hu.

"Shh~~"

Yang Hu put his finger in front of his lips to stop Yang Chan from screaming.

"Brother Tiger, I~"

Yang Chan was in a panic and didn't know how to explain. If she and Yang Jian escaped, Yang Hu would become a sacrifice to the demon.

"Chan'er is ignorant. Brother Tiger doesn't blame you. It's our Chan'er's fault for being soft-hearted and being bewitched by Yang Jian. Fortunately, I slept lightly and didn't let the boy escape."

Yang Hu gradually approached Yang Chan, getting closer and closer.

He took a deep breath, greedily breathing in the scent of the girl, but he did not notice that a crack suddenly appeared on the forehead of Yang Jian, who had fainted behind him, with a red light flickering in it.

"Brother Tiger, what are you going to do?"

Yang Chan looked at the man in front of her in horror. There was an inexplicable meaning in the man's eyes. She didn't understand and just felt disgusted.

"My mother said that she would let me marry you when you grow up! Brother Hu doesn't want to wait, so be my wife today, okay?"

There was no hint of pleading in Yang Hu's words. He ignored the girl's resistance and stretched out his claws with a fierce smile. In order to prevent Yang Chan from screaming and waking up his annoying parents, he stretched out his big hand to cover Yang Chan's mouth.

Behind.

Yang Jian, who had fainted on the ground, stood up in a strange posture. His devilish eyes between his eyebrows flashed with strange blood light, and he held the hatchet tightly in his hands. He moved like a walking corpse.

"Woo~"

Yang Chan's eyes suddenly widened. The horrifying scene before her deeply shocked her.

Yang Hu, who was blinded by lust, suddenly felt a chill. When he saw Yang Chan's eyes, he turned around and his body suddenly stiffened.

The sharp light of the knife filled his vision, and the breath of death poured into his pupils.

He wanted to beg for mercy, but before he could react, the hatchet had already cut across his neck.

"Hoho~"

Yang Hu first felt a chill in his throat, and then a warm current flowed out along his neck. He subconsciously reached out to cover his throat, and blood flowed out from between his fingers.

He wanted to shout and breathe, but he felt like he was drowning in water and couldn't breathe at all. He wanted to cough, but he couldn't. He just felt his throat was blocked and itchy, so he loosened his hands that were covering his neck and reached out to grab it.

As soon as his hands loosened, blood spurted out several feet high.

It rushed to the roof of the woodshed and then sprinkled down.

The brother and sister were soaked.

The devil eye between Yang Jian's eyebrows suddenly lit up, and a faint red mist rose from the corpses and blood on the ground and was inhaled by him.

"Awesome~ I didn't expect killing people would be so satisfying! Yang Jian's body has kept me hungry for fifteen years, a full fifteen years!"

The eyeball between Yang Jian's eyebrows became brighter and brighter as it was soaked in blood.

He suddenly turned his head, lowered his body and slowly approached Yang Chan.

"Come here, girl, let me take a good look at you!"

At this moment, in Yang Chan's eyes, Yang Jian still had his eyes closed, and the sound from the magic eye rang directly in her mind.

This strange scene made her already tense nerves even more fragile.

Yang Chan shook her head violently and subconsciously shrank back. She could tell that the person in front of her was not her brother.

"Tch, boring."

The evil eye on Yang Jian's head suddenly closed.

Then, Yang Jian woke up from his daze, feeling only pain at the back of his head, but his whole body was full of energy, as if he had endless strength.

After seeing the scenery clearly, and adding the explanation of the magic eye in his mind, he finally understood.

"If I hadn't intervened, your lovely little sister would have been killed. Now, go and kill him to pieces."

Yang Jian turned around quickly, without bothering to comfort Yang Chan. He just told her to stay where she was and not move, and then walked towards the house where Yang Dibao lived.

The firewood shed was not far away from the house where Yang Dibao lived, with a pond in between.

Yang Jian had just reached halfway when he saw candlelight suddenly light up in the house.

"Oops~"

The woman who was sleeping soundly in the room was awakened by a nightmare and quickly woke up Yang Dibao who was snoring beside her.

"What's wrong? It's the middle of the night. Stop it. I really don't have a drop left."

The woman told her husband that she dreamed that her son was covered in blood and crying to her, and that Yang Jian had chopped off his head.

She was awakened by the shock when her son's head suddenly fell to the ground just as he was talking.

As they were talking, they suddenly realized that someone was missing from the room.

"Where is Yang Chan?"

The woman suddenly panicked and fumbled around for her key.

"Where's the key to the woodshed? The key is gone!"

"It must be that bitch Yang Chan who stole the key and wanted to release Yang Jian."

Yang Dibao fumbled to get up, muttering: "You are a careless woman, believing the lies of that little girl. If Yang Chan really kills my son, I will chop you into pieces and feed you to the pigs."

Yang Dibao was so angry that he had no place to vent. He opened the door and saw a bloody man at the door. He was immediately frightened. When he looked carefully, it was Yang Jian, holding a hatchet in his hand and staring at him fiercely with three eyes.

"Dad, why don't you go out and see what you are waiting for?"

The woman sat on the kang and urged anxiously.

"What the hell is this!"

Yang Dibao was trembling all over. The fear of death made him feel warmth spreading between his legs. The sound of dripping water echoed in the room.

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