Chapter 77

In front of the Red Asura, the man stood tall and dignified, but his face was terrifyingly pale. He wore a ghostly armor with blue veins and scales, which made him look haughty and high above others.

This was the direct descendant of the Ghost Shadow Clan, a lineage even more formidable than the Blood Savage Clan in the wilderness — the third chieftain, Ye Liuhuo.

The Ghost Shadow Clan was ancient and mysterious. No one in the wilderness truly knew the full extent of their power. Just the Ghost Guard Mountain alone was enough to wipe out three Black Whisker Mountains in one breath. And the Ghost Guard Mountain was merely a branch of the Ghost Shadow Clan.

Ye Liuhuo drew a dagger with a choking sound and pressed it against the soft neck of the Red Asura. The sharp tip of the dagger, with just a light flick, drew a deep bloodline on her neck, the shocking blood trickling down her neck and seeping into her clothes.

"Bitch, when did you start with that fatso? Speak..."

Ye Liuhuo's face was grotesquely twisted, and he viciously interrogated her.

The Red Asura's eyes were filled with sorrow. She looked across the altar to where the eldest chieftain's forehead veins were pulsing, his fists clenched tightly, his eyes red and wild like a beast, but he remained there, struggling with his inner conflict, never coming over.

He was intimidated by the might of the Ghost Guard Mountain and had ultimately succumbed to the tempting conditions of joining it, allowing his sister to be threatened by others.

If his sister was killed, his Black Whisker Mountain could grow stronger.

The Red Asura's heart sank into an endless sea of bitterness, and she could no longer see a glimmer of light. She tightly bit her lips, allowing the humiliation to gnaw at her heart like a swarm of ants.

She had tried to explain, insisting that she had never known the fatso before and that there was nothing between them...

But Ye Liuhuo, driven mad by the news of the public kiss, would not listen. In the past, just seeing someone look at the Red Asura the wrong way could make Ye Liuhuo fly into a rage and kill them with a single slash. How much more so now that he had concrete evidence.

Jealousy had driven him to the brink of madness, nearly losing his mind.

The Red Asura had been beaten severely, her heart was weary, and she was utterly despairing. She looked at her brother one last time, and memories of her childhood flashed before her eyes. An overwhelming coldness suddenly engulfed her.

Back then, she was young, not even remembering the name of her tribe at birth. She only remembered that her parents loved and spoiled her, always trying to satisfy her every need. Her heart was filled with endless joy.

Her brother was over ten years older than her, brought by her father, not her mother's biological child. For some reason, her mother would often beat and scold her brother, making him sleep in the woodshed and not giving him enough fur coats in winter, and not even feeding him after heavy labor.

Her brother was often pale and thin, with large wounds on his feet oozing blood.

Later, because of her mother's insistence, her father also stopped caring for her brother, leaving him to fend for himself in the woodshed like a stray dog. Only the Red Asura would often sneak the food she saved to her brother.

Back then, the Red Asura, seeing her brother devour the food, would naively advise him not to hate their mother and tell him that she would slowly persuade her parents to treat him better, so they could all live happily together.

But one night, a massive fire and bloodshed mercilessly destroyed all of the Red Asura's innocence and dreams.

Her brother, wielding a dull woodcutter's axe, held the heads of her father and mother in his hands.

Her brother was covered in blood, his face terrifyingly twisted, standing against the backdrop of the raging fire, carrying the Red Asura, who had just woken up from her sleep and was crying uncontrollably, and fled into the wilderness.

Over the years, the siblings endured countless hardships and finally established a foothold in the wilderness, building a foundation for their future.

However, the Red Asura knew that she had always hated her brother, hating him for destroying all her happiness and warmth. Originally, she could have grown up in a carefree, warm, and sunny place, instead of living a subhuman life for so many years. Countless times, she would wake up in the middle of the night, tears streaming down her face, because of dreams of her parents' smiles.

A nameless frustration had always weighed heavily on her chest, suffocating her to the point of near madness.

Her hatred had twisted her heart, and over the years, she had often uncontrollably killed people to vent her frustration, her hands stained with countless lives.

But no matter how much she hated, she could not bring herself to kill her brother. She knew that when her brother killed their parents, he was also driven by hatred and the will to survive.

Over the years, the Red Asura grew up in a state of unrelenting hatred.

But it was only today that she suddenly realized how far her brother would go for survival, and it was only today that she finally saw his true face.

The Red Asura had long recognized Ye Liuhuo's obsession and madness and had never liked him. But in the end, she was still forced by her brother to be paired with him for the sake of the tribe's greater good. For survival, her brother could kill his own father, and for survival, he could sell out his half-sibling today.

The Red Asura's heart was filled with sorrow, and she no longer harbored any hope for her brother.

"For so many years, I have committed too many sins. If I die, it will be a relief. I just didn't expect to die for such a ridiculous reason, at the hands of a madman."

Under Ye Liuhuo's grotesque face, the Red Asura's face showed a bitter smile, and she spoke in a hoarse voice, "Don't insult me. I never knew that fatso."

"Never knew? You still say you never knew?"

Ye Liuhuo flew into a rage, about to strike her, but his facial muscles twitched a few times, and he finally restrained himself.

The man looked at the woman before him with the cold eyes of a dead man, let out a cold snort, and slowly calmed down. A cruel smile appeared on his face, and he shook his head with a haughty air.

"I gave you the chance to become the mistress of Ghost Guard Mountain, but you didn't seize it."

Ye Liuhuo's voice had a condescending tone, "You didn't know him? If you didn't know him, why didn't you kill him when he kissed you twice and made him your personal guard captain? If you had killed that fatso that day, I might have spared you today. Unfortunately..."

Ye Liuhuo's smile became even more cruel, and he tightened his grip on the dagger, drawing a bloodline on the side of her neck and pressing it against her throat.

"Rest assured, after you die and are sacrificed to the mine god, I will find that fatso. I will tear both of you to pieces and scatter your bodies in different places. Even in death, I won't let you die together."

The entire cave became cold and heavy with his words, and the Red Asura shivered uncontrollably.

She did not explain that the fatso had risked his life to save her, and she was genuinely grateful. She did not explain that when the fatso knelt and praised her beauty, and kissed her again, she felt a twinge of joy.

She did not explain that a simple, honest fatso was far more lovable to her than a cold, obsessed, and mad young master, even though the fatso seemed so low and despicable compared to the young master.

There was no need to explain anything.

"Rest in peace, then."

Ye Liuhuo's dagger, with a cruel laugh, was already thrust forward. A bone-chilling coldness made the Red Asura's heart sink into the depths of despair. She felt the sharp edge slowly pierce her skin and flesh, and one more step, it would pierce her throat.

The Red Asura knew that her life had no hope left.

"So many innocent lives under my hands can finally be repaid today."

Goodbye, this world.

The Red Asura smiled bitterly, silently shouting in her heart, preparing to bid farewell to this twisted world.

At that moment, an infuriating and lecherous voice came from outside the cave, out of place:

"Hey? Fatso? Is that a nice name for me?"