Chapter 96
Everyone has a dark side, even Yuan Luoyi.
Most of the time, she liked plush toys, sweet pastries, and her large eyes were always filled with kindness and happiness. She was a considerate, good child.
So, when she saw Sen Junxuan crying in the corner at kindergarten, Yuan Luoyi felt distressed.
"Sen Junxuan, don't cry anymore, can I give you my little bear?"
"Go away!"
"I can give you all my snacks too."
"Who wants your stupid bear and snacks! Go away! You idiot! You don't understand what I need at all!"
Sen Junxuan yelled and cried, on one hand hoping for redemption, but on the other looking down on what Yuan Luoyi offered, constantly demanding more as if it was normal.
Yuan Luoyi felt even worse, and when her emotions exceeded her capacity, she would suddenly become calm.
Ah...
He should disappear, then he won't be in pain anymore.
However, this abnormal calm came quickly and left just as fast. In the end, Yuan Luoyi chose to patiently comfort the crying little boy.
Later, through fragmented memories, Yuan Luoyi saw her high school self, mostly white, occasionally turning black, wavering unsteadily between the two sides, never fitting in either.
The feeling of loneliness never left her.
During breaks, students laughed and argued, while she sat alone at her desk, the snacks prepared in her bag never shared.
Now, in the villa halfway up the mountain, the deranged Yuan Si watched his sister intently, knowing that this most fragile child of the Yuan family was actually of the same kind as him. His sister's sudden outburst of darkness fascinated him.
He wanted the black flower in his kaleidoscope to bloom for him once more...
Yuan Si whispered in Yuan Luoyi's ear: "No need to repress yourself anymore, we'll dance gracefully in the crimson, and you'll never feel lonely again."
His soft voice lured that evil life to break out of its cocoon.
Yuan Si always watched his sister from afar, knowing what she craved most, but Yuan Luoyi suppressed it, remembering that she came here to save, not to destroy.
Outside, Yuan Si's followers eagerly awaited.
A female follower respectfully stepped forward. She was in her twenties, gorgeous and alluring, with a perfect figure. When approaching Yuan Si, she was excited, breathing rapidly, her chest heaving violently.
She deeply bowed, originally a proud beauty, but becoming very humble before Yuan Si.
She said, "Master, I've brought the sacrificial lamb, she's tied to the execution rack, crying in the basement."
Yuan Si looked down at the female follower, like a deity in the clouds gazing through the dust at the masses.
He shook his sleeves, his slender fingers extending from the intricate, ornate cuffs, his pale fingertips brushing her bowed head.
"You've done well."
The female follower showed a sickly smile, overjoyed. Initially attracted by Yuan Si's handsome appearance, she became obsessed. Yuan Si knew everything about her, easily seeing through her heart, while gently consoling her.
If Yuan Si would just get a little closer, she could do anything for him.
More men and women rushed forward, bowing, surrounding Yuan Si, all eager to take credit.
"Master, it was me who used my connections at the bureau to find her whereabouts! Any hiding was useless! She had to pay for her lowly actions!"
"Her family still wanted to protect her, so I took a hammer and smashed their skulls, I killed her parents and brother all by myself!"
"I used chemical agents to dispose of the bodies! The flesh and bones dissolved into water, flushed down the drain, no one can find them now!"
"Master! That foolish girl was stuffed into my trunk, I bypassed the checkpoints and brought her up here!"
"She didn't know to repent, even tried to escape, so I used pliers to snap her leg bones! She screamed for a long time, but no one will save her anymore!"
"How dare she hurt your sister! She even slandered your brother! Shameless! Treacherous! She deserves to die a thousand deaths! Let's give her the most horrific death!"
The voices roared, everyone proudly announcing the crimes they had committed, wholeheartedly proud. Who wouldn't want to serve a deity?
The more cruel, the more the deity would be willing to come closer.
They were like a group of the doomed, desperately reaching out to grasp the deity's robe trailing on the ground, clambering up.
They were sinners, shameful, yet pitifully excited, thirsting to escape suffering and reach the deity's paradise.
The unhealthy frenzy was spreading, every follower wanting Yuan Si's favor.
Closer, please come closer, they wanted to touch the deity...
The followers unconsciously reached out their hands toward Yuan Si.
Yuan Si slightly raised his eyes, his icy gaze instilling fear, the followers' voices suddenly disappearing.
They respectfully lowered their heads, retreating, no longer daring to approach, for when the deity was angered, they were mere weeds, easily crushed and trampled into the mud.
Disobedient followers would be abandoned, and abandonment by the deity meant death.
After controlling the followers' emotions, Yuan Si gently said, "You've all done well."
This simple affirmation was exactly what the followers wanted, their previously tense nerves relaxing as they all smiled.
But they hadn't done well enough, they needed to be more cruel, kill more people for the deity to save them.
These insane followers made Yuan Luoyi's heart race. She remembered Yuan Si saying he treated fans like lost lambs, that he enjoyed this feeling of controlling others.
But Yuan Luoyi never imagined Yuan Si could control these people to this degree.
And who was the "she" that the followers had kidnapped?
Yuan Si saw through Yuan Luoyi's thoughts, gently embracing her slender shoulders, his cold hand smoothing the slightly disheveled hair at her temple.
"That little lamb is specially prepared for you, she must be eager to see you too. Let me take you to meet her."
Yuan Si led Yuan Luoyi forward, coming to the basement entrance, the spiral stairs descending endlessly, pitch black, a damp chill rushing up.
"Splash!"
When Yuan Luoyi stepped onto the first stair, a small spray of water splashed up.
As if sensing the sound, the lights on both sides of the wall began to illuminate one by one, growing deeper and further, all the way down to the bottom of the spiral staircase, their orange-yellow glow illuminating the rough gray walls.
Borrowed by the light, Yuan Luoyi lowered her head and saw a small puddle of red at her feet.
Continuing downward, there were many grisly bloodstains on the steps, and Yuan Luoyi could imagine that poor girl, wounded and bleeding, struggling as the devotees dragged her down bit by bit.
Facing such a group of madmen, she must have been utterly despairing.
The spiral staircase wound downward, and the air grew increasingly cold.
The devotees followed quietly behind, their footsteps light, their robes rustling with a soft brushing sound.
Yuan Si walked in front, seeming in good spirits, his hand resting on Yuan Luoyi's shoulder in a manner both protective and controlling.