Chapter 581

Chapter 581: Endless Slaughter

“I know what you desire, I understand what you seek. Here, you can be your true self…” The celestial being raised his hand with a graceful motion, and the world around them began to distort and shift.

“This place defies the laws of heaven and earth, disregards all morals and ethics. You may attain whatever you wish.”

Here, you are free to unleash your boundless desires.

Shan Shan hesitated slightly.

Boundless? Could he truly release his desires? Anything was possible?

Though he had remained silent, the celestial being seemed to see through him with a single glance.

“Indeed. Here, you are unrestrained. You are the ruler of this place, free to indulge in slaughter…”

“Seven Sins, go forth. You were never meant to be controlled.”

“Release your bloodlust. Find yourself in slaughter, grow stronger through it…”

“Slaughter is your true home.” The celestial being’s voice carried an almost hypnotic allure, and once more, his ears were filled with the cries of countless vengeful spirits.

Standing lost in the midst of the white mist, he murmured, “Seven Sins?”

Slaughter?

Could he truly act without restraint?

The cries that had long echoed in his ears began to materialize into reality.

He felt as though he had transformed into a newborn baby girl, wailing her first cry into the world, only to be seized by the ankle and carried upside down.

Cold wind lashed against her bare body, without even a shred of clothing to shield her.

Then, she was thrown into the mountains, her delicate skin slashed by sharp branches, covering her in wounds.

And then, she was hurled once more.

Pain wracked her tiny form as she hit the ground, her voice rising in sharp, helpless wails.

“A worthless burden! A wretched girl! How dare you reincarnate into my household!”

“Tell those wretched spirits seeking rebirth into my family—I’ll kill every single one of them!”

“Useless, damned girl! Standing in the way of my son’s fortune!” The man spat and cursed before tossing the baby into a ravine filled with bones, turning away with a string of profanities.

Her cries grew hoarse, her tiny fists clenched tightly around something—when had she grasped that cold, jagged bone?

Bathed in moonlight, Shan Shan felt as though he had become that abandoned infant, cast into the ravine of bones.

The land was littered with countless tiny remains.

Suddenly, pairs of green eyes glowed in the darkness around him.

He raised his tiny fists to fend off the encroaching wolves, but they pounced upon him, their fangs piercing his fragile flesh, tearing into him…

His screams were heart-wrenching, beyond human comprehension.

He felt his own flesh being ripped apart, his bones crushed between powerful jaws, his resentment and hatred so thick they threatened to take physical form.

He violently wrenched himself free from the infant’s lingering wrath.

The infant was him, yet not him.

Standing in the white mist, his eyes gradually turned crimson. Kill them. Kill them all…

This filthy world—all of it deserved to perish.

Like a specter, he drifted to the home where the infant had been discarded. Through the window, he could see a woman covering her face as she wept.

“My child, my little one… I was too weak to protect you…”

Shan Shan stood outside the courtyard gate, his current appearance mirroring that of the past Seven Sins.

Murderous intent radiated from him. He could sense the presence of several individuals inside the house.

All of them deserved death.

The urge to burn everything to the ground consumed him, the thirst for blood the only means to quench his seething fury. He stepped inside.

A drunken man sprawled across a chair, reeking of alcohol, slurring out curses.

“Damn girl, are you dead yet? Hurry up and heat the water… wash my face…” he muttered, eyes still closed.

Outside, a frail young girl trembled as she fed the fire.

An old woman spat at her in disdain.

“Worthless wretch. Just like your mother, incapable of bearing a son.”

The woman, pale from childbirth, knelt by the freezing water, scrubbing clothes.

These people were as insignificant as ants.

He need only lift a hand to snuff out their lives.

His whole body trembled with anticipation, bloodlust coursing through his veins. He slowly raised his hand…

His eyes gleamed with savage excitement.

It was as though some ancient, cruel instinct had been unleashed within him.

Every fiber of his being screamed for slaughter, anticipating the carnage to come.

In that moment, all reason abandoned him. He was drowning in the abyss of vengeance.

He raised his hand—and with a sickening squelch…

Warm blood splattered across his face. He even flicked out his tongue, tasting the metallic tang. The savage pleasure within him roared in triumph.

He craved slaughter. He yearned for bloodshed!

The man’s severed head tumbled to the ground, rolling twice before stopping by the door.

Instantly, a sense of calm washed over him. This satisfaction… it was intoxicating.

He stepped outside, standing before the kitchen.

A frail young girl sobbed as she stoked the fire. “Father, I’m almost done heating the water. Please don’t hit Mother. She just gave birth to my sister…” She whispered softly, practicing her plea, summoning the courage to speak.

“Zhao Di will surely bring a younger brother…” she muttered, climbing onto a stool to pour hot water into a wooden tub.

She turned around—

And met the cold gaze of a man clad in black.

His pale hand dripped with fresh blood.

Clang—

The bucket she struggled to lift fell to the floor, spilling steaming water across the ground, mist rising into the air…

“Zhao Di! Did you spill something again, you useless thing?!”

“Just like your mother—good for nothing!”

“My poor son! With such misfortune upon us, how can we ever have a proper heir?!” the old woman next door sneered in feigned outrage.

Zhao Di collapsed in terror, her voice stuck in her throat, unable to even cry.

The man before her slowly lifted his hand…

Zhao Di clenched her eyes shut, trembling violently.

Yet even in her fear, she forced herself to plead, “P-Please… don’t kill my mother… I’m begging you, don’t hurt my mother.”

Even in terror, the little girl still sought to protect her mother.

A sudden memory flashed in his mind—

The funeral hall…

And the ever-watchful gaze of Lu Chao Chao, ready to strike him down at a moment’s notice.

Shan Shan shuddered violently, suddenly snapping back to reality.

He stared at the blood dripping from his fingertips, horrified.

No… what had he done? He had killed someone!

Yet deep inside, that insatiable rage still whispered, still tempted him.

Shan Shan staggered away, fleeing from his own fury.

His body brimmed with slaughter, his anger left unquelled.

He wandered the streets, passing night watchmen, merchants closing their stalls, an old fisherman by the river… His bloodlust surged, his urge to annihilate all before him almost unbearable.

He hesitated. He struggled…

Until, at last—

The familiar scent of blood filled the air.

Squelch.

Squelch.

The sound of throats being torn grew louder.

Clad in black, Seven Sins sat before a coop of chickens, his expression frozen, his hands mechanically killing one after another.

He had shattered. His soul had long since crumbled.

He could no longer tell if this was reality or a dream.

When Shan Shan finally opened his eyes, his entire body ached, as though he had been struggling against himself the whole night.