Chapter 8: 007 Hatred in the Heart

“Ugh!” The Poisonous Hand Holy Physician merely let out a muffled groan, his body suddenly stiffening before slowly going limp. After a few twitches, he fell silent forever.

Xiao Luo's tears fell like pearls from a broken string. She called out for her Master countless times, but her mouth could only move with great difficulty, unable to produce a single sound.

To watch a loved one die right before one's eyes while being unable to do anything—not even to call out his name—what kind of helpless agony could anyone truly understand?

“Hmph! Truly refusing the toast only to drink the forfeit!” The man in red let out a cold snort. He abruptly withdrew his longsword and, without sparing a single glance at the Poisonous Hand Holy Physician on the ground, commanded those beside him, “Burn everything here! Remember, leave no trace behind!”

“Yes, Young Master!” After his subordinates respectfully accepted the order, they began to busily scatter in all directions.

The man in red gave a cold snort and a sinister smile before leaping toward a certain direction. In that moment, his enchanting appearance appeared to Xiao Luo as the most venomous sight imaginable!

She swore that one day, she would make sure this enchanting man could never smile again!

The crackling sound of burning reached her ears. Xiao Luo knew those people were burning their house; all those medicinal herbs were her Master's treasures, yet now, they were about to be reduced to ashes. Xiao Luo wished more than anything that she could rush out.

In her heart, she kept chanting: “Senior Brother! Where are you? Come back quickly! Come back quickly!”

Perhaps through some spiritual connection, she suddenly heard several screams from outside, followed by the sound of several people crashing to the ground. Xiao Luo caught a faint scent, and a familiar fragrance seemed to drift through the air.

She was overjoyed. She remembered this scent; it was the medicinal fragrance from Senior Brother's body. Of course, only she, having grown accustomed to it, could distinguish it.

Sure enough, Feng Yun's urgent cries drifted in from outside: “Master! Master!”

Feng Yun wailed in grief as he held his deceased Master. His dark eyes were filled with tears and hatred; for a moment, he saw that most painful scene from the depths of his memory again. In the end, he had still returned a step too late; in the end, he still failed to save his Master!

Once again, he tasted the bitterness of losing a loved one. He suddenly hated the Heavens—why did they have to snatch his family away from him one by one?

His gaze fell upon a golden token lying to the side. With a flick of his sleeve, the token was in his hand. As he picked it up, his ice-cold eyes suddenly turned freezing, and three words practically spat out through his teeth: “Death! God! Pavilion!”

*Crush!* He tightened his grip on the token, and it instantly turned into powder!

At this moment, Feng Yun's handsome face had become twisted and terrifying, covered in a dense hatred that seemed capable of destroying everything. That raging flame of vengeance almost consumed his entire being!

Xiao Luo had never seen him like this. Seeing him for the first time, her heart suddenly began to thud wildly. This version of him was as terrifying as a living demon from a movie.

The handsome Senior Brother in her heart might not smile much, but he was definitely not this terrifying. No! She must have seen him wrong!

Xiao Luo could not believe her eyes, struggling to imagine all of this as a dream—a nightmare. As long as she opened her eyes and woke up, none of this would exist; Master would not be dead, and Senior Brother would not have such a terrifying side.

At that moment, Feng Yun suddenly remembered something. His expression changed abruptly; he laid his Master back on the ground, stood up, looked around, and shouted loudly, “Xiao Luo! Xiao Luo!”

Then, he rushed into Xiao Luo's room.