Chapter 2056 Please Help Us

Chapter 2056: Please Help Us Chapter 2056: Please Help Us Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation Destin Wroten and Braydon Neal chatted for a while.

The sky gradually darkened.

Destin stood up and said to Braydon, “Braydon, our conditions aren’t that great.

I’ll go grab a couple of side dishes, and we’ll drink just a little tonight.

I hope you don’t mind.” “I don’t mind,” Braydon replied with a smile.

He watched Destin’s figure as he quickly walked out.

The gentleness in Braydon’s eyes slowly faded.

“In their eyes, mortals are nothing but ants…” In the quiet living room, only Braydon’s muttering could be heard.

The sky darkened completely.

Just before nightfall, Destin returned, holding two oil-stained paper bags in his hands.

A delicious aroma wafted from within.

“Braydon, look at what I brought back—pig head meat and fresh mutton!” In the dimly lit living room, Braydon stood up slowly.

“Thank you.” Destin noticed Braydon’s gloomy expression and couldn’t understand why.

“Braydon, is something bothering you?” “Destin, if someone were turned into a vengeful spirit, forced to endure inhuman torture every night, but had no memory of it during the day—do you think they’d still want to live?” Hearing the question, Destin scratched his head honestly.

“If it were me, I’d choose to die.

If you can’t even remember what happens at night, what’s the difference between that and being a walking corpse?

Not to mention the daily torture.” Braydon nodded slowly, a faint smile on his face.

“The sky is about to turn dark…” His voice trailed off.

At that moment, the darkness of night fully descended, and the once-bright moon turned scarlet.

“Braydon, what are you talking about?

Come, let’s eat…” Destin stood in front of Braydon, puzzled.

As he was about to lead Braydon inside, he suddenly felt something change within him.

His once-sturdy body began to rot.

“What’s happening to me…?” “No, my body!” Destin’s trembling hands reached for his decaying flesh, only to see his body had completely deteriorated.

Snow-white bones were exposed, with pieces of rotten flesh still clinging on.

The scarlet moon grew brighter, and the panic in Destin’s eyes was gradually replaced by bloodlust.

“I…remembered… Leave!

Hurry!” Destin struggled against his body’s instincts and hoarsely urged Braydon to flee, his voice barely audible.

A fierce aura erupted from Destin, his killing intent surging, but a glimmer of humanity helped him suppress it.

Braydon said nothing.

He stepped outside and scanned his surroundings.

Just as he’d expected, the house that was intact during the day had become a crumbling ruin.

The once-kind villagers now appeared as malicious spirits.

Braydon’s presence drew their attention.

Their rotting bodies trembled as they fought to suppress their violent urges.

Yet, under the light of the crimson moon, their restraint began to slip.

A low, hoarse voice echoed from afar.

It was Felder Wroten—a gaunt figure with the most intact body among them.

He still retained some human features and was the first to arrive in this world before Braydon.

“If we die here, we’ll become part of the village.

We must bathe in blood every night, or our bodies will collapse.

We can only hold on for fifteen more minutes!” “Let’s go!

We can’t leave the village at night!

I beg you—kill us!” Braydon looked at the agony etched on Felder’s face, then at the trembling villagers—including children—struggling to endure the pain.

Braydon rose into the air, shaking his head at Felder.

“I won’t leave.

As members of the human race, we never turn our backs on our own in their time of need!” “I will help you today… Release!” A three-foot-long black sword appeared in Braydon’s hand.

Unable to suppress their violence, some villagers charged at Braydon with killing intent.

“I’m sorry,” Braydon whispered, his voice soft yet resolute.

In the next instant, the terrifying sword Qi engulfed the charging villagers, reducing their rotting bodies and bones to ash.

“Thank you…” The faint whisper made Braydon’s expression grow even colder—not directed at the villagers but at the old monks of the Ten Thousand Buddha Mountain.

The truth was now clear.

The villagers’ suffering was a result of those monks extracting their blood essence and abandoning their corpses.

Resentment revived the villagers, yet traces of their humanity remained.

The crimson moon above only served as a tool for torture, forcing the villagers into endless torment.

Braydon descended from the sky, landing amidst the devastated village.

Felder approached him, hope glimmering in his weary eyes.

The other villagers, still struggling against their violent urges, followed quietly.

Felder bowed deeply.

“Please… help us!” He handed Braydon a pure white jade token.

“If you leave, head to the Myriad Demon City under the Myriad Demon Mountain’s jurisdiction—Flying Tiger Trading Company…” The other villagers lowered themselves in unison.

Though silent, their plea was unmistakable.

“Please, help us!”

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