[Cruise Ship Carnival] Memories of the Past as Night Falls
Purple flames ignited above people's heads, the entire sea of blood boiled, and all the floating blood evaporated, slowly turning into blood-red ashes that drifted into the sky!
The sky cracked open inch by inch, seeping blood that cascaded down like a waterfall! Piercing into the purple sea of fire, the faces on those heads emerged from the flames, each one twisted, their expressions filled with resentment, all staring intently at Si Yehan.
Si Yehan's figure hovered above the purple sea of fire. He looked at the heads, and the dead men's lips moved as they unleashed endless resentment and curses!
Flames shot up hundreds of feet high, some of the faces within gradually blurring, while others became increasingly clear! These faces felt somewhat familiar to him; all the dead beings appearing here were those he had personally annihilated.
Two faces, blurred and obscured deep within the flames, flashed in their eyes resentment and astonishment, but even more so, regret.
A sudden gale arose on the sea, the fireworks dissipated, and the surrounding heads turned into dust, leaving only two heads with eyebrows and eyes somewhat similar to Si Yehan's. Their torsos slowly solidified in the flames.
The surrounding sea collapsed, countless whirlpools appeared, the scene twisted and bizarre. Si Yehan stared indifferently at the two reformed figures, a slow smile playing on his lips, "Is this to make me experience the pleasure of killing my own family again?"
The flames that had obscured the two figures slowly dissipated, revealing two faces that bore a slight resemblance to Si Yehan, a man and a woman, who corresponded to his biological parents.
The man had a cold and austere demeanor, and his eyes were filled with astonishment as he looked at Si Yehan!
The woman possessed a gentle and refined demeanor; her eyes, as she looked at Si Yehan, were filled with doting affection and a hint of regret.
The sky transformed into a ceiling, and the surrounding environment rapidly changed, returning to exactly the same state as on Si Yehan's eighteenth birthday.
However, there were many more people.
Si Yehan slowly appeared at the table, his expression indifferent as he stared at the birthday cake, which was as tall as a person, without any emotion.
The crystal chandelier emitted a soft glow, and the surrounding facilities exuded a festive atmosphere. Cheerful sounds filled the air, and various servants bustled about, while his uncles and nephews stood not far away, all wearing smiles.
A huge banner hung up – Happy 18th Birthday to my Xiaohan!
Many people surged toward Si Yehan, their faces bearing ingratiating smiles, concerned smiles, or forced smiles.
Si Yehan's third uncle smiled with concern, "Happy birthday, Xiaohan! From now on, you can inherit the family business. You must not act like before, resorting to violence at the drop of a hat. Even if you really have to kill someone, with our family's power, we can use the judicial system to frame someone and justify their death."
A descendant of Si Yehan's second uncle, dressed impeccably, raised a glass of wine and said, "Brother Han, happy birthday! Xuan Ye specially invited us younger generation to join in the fun, thinking that more people might make you happier."
The butler, who had taken care of Si Yehan for many years, smiled warmly and said, "Young Master, happy birthday!"
The driver who was responsible for taking Si Yehan to school, unlike his usual taciturn self, was all smiles. "Young Master, happy birthday."
Si Yehan calmly looked at the large crowd; this scene was quite different from what he had witnessed back then.
Father Si Xuanye originally planned to hold a grand coming-of-age ceremony and birthday banquet, inviting everyone in the family, including the servants who had worked for the Si family for many years.
Si Yehan showed his refusal, but his mother Murong Yu, always doted on him, which resulted in a quiet birthday banquet for the three of them, and it was precisely because of this that he was able to successfully kill the two of them.
Unexpectedly, in this dream, Si Xuanye's wish from shortly before his death was fulfilled.
Si Yehan waved his hand, and the people around him respectfully dispersed; even the elders dared not disrespect him.
His father Si Xuanye, is the most powerful person in the Si family. Before his death, the old master handed over all the power to him! His mother, Murong Yu, is the apple of the eye of the old master of the Murong family. The two of them doted on him the most, and he never addressed any of his relatives or elders with respect.
These people are, to put it nicely, elders; to put it bluntly, they are lackeys with blood ties to them.
As the crowd dispersed, Si Yehan saw his father and mother standing before him.
Si Xuanye's expression was serious, but when he saw Si Yehan, a smile immediately appeared on his face, and he nodded.
He had no illegitimate children, only one son, Si Yehan, whom he loved dearly. Moreover, his son was just a bit cold and ruthless, not a spoiled brat incapable of indulging in wine and women, so he didn't restrain him too much.
As for his son's indifference to power, Si Xuanye believed it was simply because he hadn't yet fully experienced its benefits.
Murong Yu wore a pale yellow haute couture gown. Even though she was over forty, she still looked like she was in her twenties. She was very well-maintained, and her eyes were full of doting affection as she looked at Si Yehan.
The two stood together, but strangely, there was no one else around.
Si Yehan walked up to the two of them, and the short blade that had been hidden in his sleeve for a long time was suddenly drawn and pierced into their bodies!
The surrounding scene changed drastically. Only three people remained in the large villa. Si Xuanye lay on the ground, blood gushing from his chest, staining his white clothes red. He looked at Si Yehan and roared, "You unfilial son, what are you doing?"
Tears streaming down her face, Murong Yu shook her head in disbelief. Enduring the excruciating pain, she clutched the wound on her abdomen. "Xiao Han, I'm your mother! Why did you kill me?"
Si Yehan casually lit a fire, letting the weak flames grow larger and engulf the furniture nearby. He stared indifferently at the two people lying on the ground, a smile playing on his lips, "Murder and arson, huh? As for why? Naturally, it's because the bond that brought me into this world, severing you with my own hands, brings a pleasure far greater than that of ordinary prey."
Resentment welled up in Si Xuanye's eyes. He trembled with rage, blood seeping from the numerous wounds covering his face and body. "I should have strangled you long ago, you ungrateful wretch! From childhood, we've provided you with the best of everything! We haven't interfered too much in your life, as long as it doesn't harm your health, we've encouraged it! You killed your classmate, we took care of it for you; you crippled your elder, we took care of it for you! Do you really want to kill us that much? You demon, you beast..."
Si Xuanye's wounds continued to worsen, and he actually died of anger.
Murong Yu cried violently, enduring the pain as she crawled towards Si Yehan, her pale hands stained with blood. She tried to grasp the hem of Si Yehan's clothes. "It's all my fault. I should have restrained you after you killed the first person, but I couldn't bear to see you suffer... I'd rather you kill me, if killing me would truly make you happy. You are my only son, and I love you more than anyone else."
Si Yehan chuckled softly, "Murong Yu, where did you inherit such a foolish love? For you, killing you with my own hands would be a kind of satisfaction, so die in the raging flames."
Murong Yu died in the raging flames, unable to believe his eyes.
The scene was exactly as he remembered it. Si Yehan let the flames grow stronger, and the surrounding scenery remained unchanged.
After finishing that task, he spent time dealing with the inheritance and all his relatives, as well as the servants who had worked for his family for many years.
As for the laws of the Great Xia, all the deaths were ruled as accidents on paper, but within their social circles, everyone felt that the Si family had offended someone very powerful, which was why they were eliminated.
How Si Yehan survived remains an unsolved mystery. No one dares to investigate, fearing they might be implicated and suffer the same fate.
The dream continues to unfold, but outside, it's already late at night!