Ye Xiaoyao, Who Knew Most of the Truth

Ye Xiaoyao, Who Knew Most of the Truth—on the streets.

The inn's flag fluttered in the wind.

Under Ye Qingxian's gaze, I followed my instincts and slightly parted my red lips.

A string of archaic, obscure words.

They rang out, clear and pure.

"Ancient Dao Language."

"Junior Sister, you even studied foreign languages?"

My little face stiffened, and I gave an awkward laugh.

Foreign languages?

What was that?

I'd never heard of it!

Ahem. I flashed Ye Qingxian a smile. "I'm not telling you."

Ancient speech was obscure and difficult to understand. Even I didn't know what I had said; I had merely followed my instincts. I wasn't confident I could repeat it if asked, yet the effect had been astonishingly good.

The people wandering the streets stood up one after another, resuming their state of walking the streets upright.

One mindless walking corpse after another repeated actions that seemed to be utterly meaningless.

"What did you make them do?"

"What I just said was to make them do what they were supposed to do." I gazed at a little girl who was at most three years old, about the same age as my daughter. Yet she had lost her mind after being eroded by the Blood Moon. Restoring her was practically impossible. Her soul, contaminated by rules, had long since ceased to be a complete individual.

Thus.

What she was doing now was the result of the rules evolving to reject outsiders.

The utmost darkness practiced the utmost tyranny.

"Those who aren't of my kind must harbor different intentions."

The Blood Moon poured down in an endless cascade, its gauzy radiance forming ring after ring.

I slowly raised my head.

A sigh silently echoed through the air.

Dark Origin.

At that moment, those four words seemed impossibly distant to