"Ha... Puppet."
Fan Daoyi looked down at the child who had stopped him; his white undershirt was gradually turning brownish-red.
The Puppet stood awkwardly in front of Fan Daoyi, bowing respectfully, "Please, please slow down."
The longsword formed from the bamboo staff was pressed against the Puppet's brow, and the [One Heart of the Sword] talent was used, making the sword-wielding self absolutely rational.
Give me a reason.
The Puppet's breathing quickened; she was somewhat terrified. At this moment, Fan Daoyi really would kill her!
"Insect Disaster, after the Insect Disaster, we will definitely be able to give you an explanation," she said urgently, pleading for a glimmer of hope.
Clearly, Fan Daoyi did not agree with this reasoning.
With a swift stroke, the swordsman brought down the blade, Puppet's head rolled off with a gurgling sound.
Her limbs groped aimlessly as she touched her severed head. When she finally managed to put it back in place, she sensed that her own abilities had been taken back by Fan Daoyi.
Her body was bent over, her hands hanging down, cradling her head, frozen in place. Her eyes darted around erratically, and she opened her mouth as if to defend herself, but no sound came out.
Fan Daoyi silenced her, denying her any chance to speak without a good reason, thus preventing them from uttering any more nonsense.
Only in this way could he use his [One Heart of the Sword] talent to ruthlessly abandon these children who loved to deceive.
If this continues, she really will die.
No... no. No! No, no, no!
The Puppet's will to survive reached its peak, and large tears kept sliding down its cheeks.
She can't die, she can't die! Now, at least now, she absolutely cannot die!
Seeing that Fan Daoyi was about to leave, a deep sense of despair settled over them.
A crimson hole appeared behind the Puppet, and the Apothecary poured medicine into the Puppet's mouth before reattaching her head.
The Puppet, having survived the ordeal, gasped for breath, its legs giving way and it collapsed to its knees.
The rest of the men followed closely behind, facing Fan Daoyi's back, they placed one hand on their chests and bowed slightly. "My lord."
The situation is different now than when Fan Daoyi first woke up. We should put away our playful attitude, show him the utmost respect, and hope that he will calm down.
"So proactive? I don't need to go looking for them myself." Fan Daoyi turned around, glancing sideways. "So, who's going to die first?"
His gaze fell on the Apothecary standing in the center. The group of people took a small step back in perfect unison, placing the Apothecary at the very front.
The first thing he saw was the Apothecary, and Wuming's anger surged even higher.
According to them, the Insect Disaster is the key issue, and the Apothecary is in charge of the Insect Disaster incident.
He just raised his sword and went straight for the fight.
The Apothecary maintained his respectful posture, and as the sword was about to fall on his head, he calmly said, "A reason in one sentence."
With the sword hovering above the Apothecary's head, Fan Daoyi said calmly, "Speak."
"Yes..."
The Apothecary had barely uttered a single word when he was cleaved into several pieces by the sword. The surrounding bosses were startled and instinctively retreated a little to keep their distance from the corpse.
"To still give someone a chance to answer in this situation, what a pretentious act."
The bosses, observing this, thought to themselves, "Is it possible that that wasn't a respectful reply, but just a phrase used to begin with?"
Seeing their hidden agendas, Fan Daoyi looked towards his next target. "I know, I don't want to hear it."
In principle, Fan Daoyi is cheating, but that's the principle he adheres to. Did he give him a chance? Yes! But how he chooses to proceed is ultimately up to him.
The Apothecary's fingers twitched as he was reduced to body parts. He had no hope that Fan Daoyi would let him go easily, so he had drunk several bottles of potions before coming. Even if his abilities were taken back by Fan Daoyi, he could regenerate through the effects of the potions.
Before the resurrected Apothecary could even get up, he was chopped into several pieces again.
"Noisy."
They gasped again.
No, the Apothecary hasn't said anything yet, so is that already a valid reason?
The Apothecary decided to play dead and leave the pressure to the group of survivors.
But among the crowd was Old Six. The Vase Woman pointed to the pieces of corpse. "Sir, he's not dead yet."
No sooner had the Vase Woman finished speaking than she too met her end. Before they even saw Fan Daoyi make a move, they heard the bottle containing the Vase Woman shatter, revealing a human pig without a lower body.
"You're noisy too."
Fan Daoyi's tone was unusually calm, showing them no pity whatsoever.
The reason is simple: if you waste this opportunity, there will be no second chance.
What to do, what to do? The remaining guys' brains raced. They didn't know what reason to give to satisfy Dao Yi, and for a moment, they all fell silent.
Fan Daoyi couldn't let this situation continue. Questioning was meant to create a sense of pressure. Silence couldn't be an excuse for escapism; it would only push people closer to death.
He glanced at everyone, his gaze finally settling on the Flower Tender.
"Flower Tender, good boy, give me a reason that satisfies me."
The Flower Tender shook his head. "This matter cannot be discussed; the time is not yet right. We cannot speak of it."
"I... we won't hurt..."
"Nonsense."
Interrupted once again, the Flower Tender's body swayed wildly, scattering petals everywhere.
Fan Daoyi walked towards the next lucky person. Facing the honest-looking Sculptor, his cold voice rang in everyone's ears. "Reason."
They had expected Fan Daoyi to be angry, but they hadn't anticipated the consequences would be so severe.
Originally, everyone wanted the Apothecary to bear the hatred alone, since he had enough medicine. They planned to wait until Fan Daoyi calmed down and had some time to relax before proceeding with their plan.
But now, the ground is littered with body parts, which is beyond what was expected.
Should they persist? They asked themselves this question.
A dark shadow darted in front of the Sculptor, avoiding the blood with nimble steps.
"So you were among them after all, Xuan Miao." Fan Daoyi's gaze shifted downwards, looking at the Black Cat.
"It's ■." Xuan Miao said the name of the person behind it all. "Can you hear me?"
"Is this what my understanding has been stripped away?"
"That's right."
"Who is he?"
Xuan Miao licked his fur, somewhat disgusted by the sorry state of the ground. "Didn't you have that kind of suspicion?"
"Ha..."
The sword in his hand transformed back into a bamboo staff, Fan Daoyi stood quietly, leaning on the staff.
What is the purpose?
"■'s original words were, 'When I first looked up at the sky, I realized how insignificant I was, nothing more than a caged beast.'"
Fan Daoyi turned around, and the gray door reappeared in front of him. He silently walked into it, leaving them with a single sentence.
"Ideally, the Insect Disaster will provide a perfect solution; otherwise, I don't mind restarting the game."
A threatening aura erupted, and the previously composed Xuan Miao prostrated himself on the ground, his voice timid. "Yes."