"Is it..truly well deserving for them to be killed..."
Zuigao was in deep thought.
Internally, he was already destroyed by the moment he had fallen into this...pit.
They saved his life too...in some way.
The heart of righteousness was still burning.
He was already, quite broken by himself.
The day he killed the caravan and now that old hag...was right.
Leaving a scar in his heart.
Now, he was going to do this.
Does he regret the decision?
People were both biologically and mentally shaped to believe that self-harming was insane.
Cause the ancestors of humans lived in unity and destroyed their demonic fellow mates.
There are exceptions as well.
But he had lost his wisdom, his experiences, and his hard-earned lessons.
They saved him...only if someone had vast indifference would they kill without guilt and feeling the blood on their hands.
"I am still like this...after all these years...my pathetic habit remains"
Zuigao was internally fighting it out.
He was a former righteous and a demonic character.
He was going to kill them eventually, but why is he now crying about that matter?
Soon, his eyes were full of complex emotions.
These guys saved my life, yes, but if I kill or leave them, it doesn't matter; these people can just repopulate, and these guys hold no significance either.
"Only a hero saves people; I don't consider myself to be one in the end."
He was also remembering the smiles of them as well.
They asked about his condition, made food for him but they...cared for him.
At least they cared a little bit...killing them seemed bad, but Qingxu spent 1 and a half hours in deep thought about this.
Soon he made his decision on the look of the bigger picture.
Killing them was not going to hinder him any longer.
The air was heavy with a sense of foreboding as rain lashed against the ground outside the cave, casting a shadow over the travelers seeking refuge inside. Wu Li lay wrapped in blankets, seeking warmth amid the chilling night, while Jing Hong sat by the entrance, his silhouette barely visible in the dim light. "He's been gone for quite some time," Jing Hong remarked, his voice carrying a note of concern. "Perhaps he is taking a cautious approach and making his way back slowly," Wu Li reassured, casting a watchful gaze into the darkness beyond.
After what felt like an eternity, a solitary figure emerged from the trees, drenched from the downpour, and hurried into the cave. "Finally, you've returned! Your absence was nearly suffocating," exclaimed one of the travelers. "If you see dark clouds, don't hesitate to seek shelter. It wouldn't do for you to fall ill. The night is fraught with peril, with dark beasts prowling in the shadows," warned Wu Li and Jing Hong, their voices tinged with genuine concern.
Zuigao assuaged their fears with his persuasive words, eventually convincing them to join him for a cup of tea. The crackling of the campfire cast a warm glow across the cavern, offering a sense of comfort and security amid the inclement weather. As an added precaution, Zuigao even took it upon himself to kindle a second fire, ensuring that the travelers would have ample warmth throughout the dire night.
The warm aroma of the tea wafted through the cave, creating a pleasant ambiance. The duo found solace in the refreshing chill of the atmosphere as they prepared the tea. With precision, Zuigao added a special mixture to the two cups and then distributed them to the group before helping himself to a cup. As they savored their tea, the group admired the eerie surroundings. Eventually, both Jing Hong and Wu Li succumbed to drowsiness, unaware of the night's illusion, and drifted into sleep. Zuigao's strategic timing proved to be advantageous.
He lifted the delicate china teacup to his lips and took a sip of the lukewarm brew. The taste was neither pleasing nor offensive, almost as if it were undecided. As he gazed out at the eerie atmosphere beyond the window, his expression remained composed despite the presence of his fallen companions. "Your demise has arrived... Life's capricious nature makes one wonder, did they anticipate that I would be the harbinger of their end? Truly unfortunate."
Soon, the cave was silent as the duo fell into deep sleep.
Zuigao finished his cup of tea and looked at them with a complicated look.
But why would he back down now?
Soon after they fell asleep, Zuigao waited for at least 20 minutes before he picked up his knife and quickly cut the throat of Jing Hong.
He set his gaze on Wu Li who was sleeping like a doll.
Coming near her, Zuigao whispered slowly, "Oh Wu Li, it was your bad luck that you met me".
With a quick slash, both were dead with their throats cut from their bodies.
They shaked a tiny bit before calming down and finally dying.
Now, his two companions were dead .....