Fear and Unease

Xuan Ye was truly shocked by what he saw. Why are there such people in this world? Why do they do this?

Xuan Ye was momentarily confused, unsure how to deal with the situation.

Is the world really so ugly? Is there no kindness and care in this world? Or is it that the world can only be ruled by the strong, and the weak don't even have the ability to resist?

Xuan Ye quickly stopped thinking about these things, because the five young men in the noodle shop were really infuriating. He really wanted to kill them.

The atmosphere at the scene became increasingly heated, and the five youths became even more unrestrained in their behavior.

"Old man, get out of my way right now, stop grabbing me, or don't blame me."

The young man leading the group looked down on the noodle shop owner who was grabbing one of his feet.

However, the noodle shop owner did not retaliate; instead, he gripped the shop even tighter, as if he did not want them to damage it. Perhaps the noodle shop was something very important to the old man.

"Boom!"

The young man who was leading the group used all his strength to kick the noodle shop owner who was kneeling beside him away. However, the young man was not particularly strong, so the noodle shop owner only bumped into a table.

"Cough! Cough! Cough! No, please don't destroy this noodle shop. It's really, really important to me."

The noodle shop owner sat helplessly on the ground, injured from hitting the table. His speech was also somewhat intermittent. Even so, he was still begging the young man not to smash the shop or damage the place.

"Old man, if I don't smash up your shop today, how can I command respect here? So don't blame me, blame yourself for not having any money!"

"Brothers, let's smash this place up!"

After the young man who was leading the group finished shouting, they all raised the silver iron rods in their hands and were about to smash them down on the things next to them.

They don't care about anything else; if it's something that can be destroyed, they'll smash it; if it's something that can be used, they'll smash it.

Finally, the iron rod touched the tables and chairs, making a loud bang. The tables and chairs that had been smashed by the iron rod were reduced to piles of scrap wood, completely useless.

If we were to really explain the uses of that wood, it would probably only be used as firewood.

However, although they were smashing things, they didn't smash Xuan Ye's side or the noodle shop owner's side.

The malevolent energy within Xuan Ye's body grew increasingly dense and powerful. The White Tiger Fang on his forehead gradually faded from its prominent position and eventually disappeared completely.

The five people didn't notice that not far from them, Xuan Ye's eyes were gradually turning red, and the murderous aura around him was gradually increasing, even emanating little by little.

In this not-so-large noodle shop, the temperature is gradually dropping, steadily decreasing, and this phenomenon is very strange.

Because the weather was very hot, the five young men didn't wear many clothes; they came here wearing only thin clothes.

"Boom!"

The roaring sound continued, and the number of tables and chairs in the noodle shop was decreasing, with very few intact ones remaining.

The temperature was gradually dropping, and the temperature inside the noodle shop was getting lower and lower due to the evil aura emanating from Xuan Ye.

"Hey! Big brother, why, why do I feel colder and colder?!"

Suddenly, one of the five people stopped and spoke to the young man who was leading the group.

"Yes, brother, I also feel that the temperature in this noodle shop is getting lower and lower."

The others also stopped and looked at the young man who was leading the group with suspicion.

"How would I know? Forget it, I just feel uncomfortable staying in this noodle shop. I think we should go back today!"

"Okay, big brother, let's go back, let's go back."

The young man who was leading the group agreed with what he said.

"Old man, that's enough for today. We'll be leaving now and come back tomorrow. If we still don't have the money by tomorrow, then things won't be like today, understand?"

As the young man was leaving, he tried to threaten the noodle shop owner, wanting him to spend the day in fear.

Just as they were about to leave the noodle shop, Xuan Ye, who had been standing to the side without speaking or moving for a long time, suddenly spoke up.

"Wait, who let you leave?"

The voice was extremely cold, like a voice from hell, and carried a hint of fear.

Xuan Ye's sudden remark startled the five of them, but they quickly recovered and put on smiles again.

They had originally intended to leave the eerie noodle shop immediately because of the sudden drop in temperature, but now the five of them didn't want to leave anymore.

They heard Xuan Ye's voice and wanted to teach Xuan Ye a lesson, to give that brat a lesson he would never forget, so that he would remember in the future what he should and should not say.

"You brat, you..."

Just as the young man in the lead turned around and was about to reprimand the brat, his voice suddenly stopped.

"What, what is that! Those blood-red eyes!"

The young man in the lead couldn't believe what he was seeing. He couldn't believe that such blood-red, terrifying eyes could exist in this world.

In an instant, cold sweat broke out on the back of the young man who was leading the group, and beads of sweat gradually appeared on his forehead.

"Feelings of fear, unease, and panic suddenly arose in his heart."

"Run! Run now!"

The first thing that came to his mind was to escape, to get out of this place as soon as possible, he didn't want to stay here any longer.

However, for some reason, his legs seemed to be fixed in place, completely unable to move or make any movements.

His heart was pounding faster and faster, as if Death God was looming over him.

"I'm going to die! I'm going to die! I'm going to die!"

For some reason, the thought suddenly popped into his head that death was very close to him.