HELP! These Girls Wants To Kill Me-Chapter 227

Hearing the sound of laughter, Yang Ze immediately turned around, hoping to find the source of the sound, but to his dismay, he couldn’t. The sound seemed to be coming from all around him. It was impossible for him to simply pinpoint a location.

"Where are the children?" Yang Ze had no time to play games with the old man, so he simply asked in a cold voice.

But what he received in response was an even wilder laughter than before.

"Hahahahahahahhaa."

"Now I understand." The old man’s laughter came to an abrupt end as his voice echoed throughout the cave.

"It was a mental technique."

"Earlier, I was confused as to where you keep taking out the items from and why they disintegrated upon coming in contact with the black fog."

"But now..." Yang Ze could clearly hear the mockery in the old man’s voice.

"Now everything makes sense."

"And there is only one technique that lets one do this."

Speaking till here, the old man went silent for a long time, though Yang Ze could hear his ragged breathing that was filled with disbelief.

"You..."

"You are practising the Mystic Nether Art, aren’t you?"

This time, Yang Ze could hear the clear disbelief in the old man’s voice as he spoke those words. But he didn’t give a reply. He simply stood there completely naked in silence. Although he was constantly trying to summon a set of clothes, he couldn’t. The black fog that was now covering his entire body was preventing him from manifesting any more items.

But what confused Yang Ze the most was that his face mask didn’t seem affected by the black fog.

One had to understand that he got the face mask from a random shop when he accompanied Lin Wan to the mission. It had been hiding his true face since then.

He even used his Mystic Nether Art to visualise it as one of the hundred mortal objects. After that, the original mask was destroyed, and since then, he has been using the manifested face mask made from his mental energy to hide his face.

Now that the black fog was disintegrating everything conjured by the mental energy on touch, his face mask remained completely unaffected.

It was as if even the black fog couldn’t do anything against it.

Although Yang Ze’s mind was filled with confusion as to why or how this was happening, right now wasn’t the time. He had much more pressing matters to take care of first.

"To think that a child like you could practise the Mystic Nether Art to this degree..." The old man didn’t finish his sentence, but Yang Ze could clearly feel his disbelief as well as an overwhelming murderous intention.

Just as Yang Ze had expected, the old man, after realising that he had practised the Mystic Nether Art at such a young age, was filled with incomparable jealousy.

He too had tried to practise it once when he was young, but gave up after a week. And now that he saw someone succeed where he failed... how could he stay calm?

His jealousy and hate only worsened when he saw the size of the penis between Yang Ze’s legs. Even in its dormant state, it was almost five times the size of his own.

It was akin to pouring gasoline in fire. In that instant, he was overwhelmed with rage and jealousy, but he still somehow managed to hold himself back. Now wasn’t the time to take action. He knew he was no match against the boy in a direct confrontation. Especially when he saw that illusory black tiger tearing apart the black fog.

The moment he saw it, he knew that if he dared to jump out, the next thing to be torn would be his body instead of the black fog.

He simply let out a cold snort before taking a step back and retreating further into the safety of the dense black fog.

On the other hand, Yang Ze heard the sounds of receding footsteps before silence filled the cave.

He couldn’t help but shake his head in disappointment. He was ready to strike with all his strength had the old man shown himself, but that bastard was like a slippery eel, constantly running away.

In the end, Yang Ze could only let out a heavy sigh as he gazed down at his naked body. Although his entire body was covered in a thin layer of squirming black fog that looked eerie, it didn’t hide the exquisite appearance of his body. The perfectly shaped body without any muscles made him look like a porcelain doll.

"Forget it." Since there weren’t any other people besides himself, the old man and a bunch of children, Yang Ze wasn’t afraid of having his body seen. As long as his appearance remained hidden, his naked body would merely raise an eyebrow. Perhaps in the outside world it might have an effect on the women, but in this place where the only grown-up was himself and an old man, it wasn’t enough to cause him trouble.

"Let’s just find this old bastard first." Although Yang Ze wanted to seek out a set of clothes, finding the old man was an even more pressing matter.

Without caring about his hanging weapon and his naked body, Yang Ze looked around for a while, but there was nothing in the cave. The only thing that caught his eye was an entrance covered by a thick layer of black fog leading further into the cave. The last time he came here to take the book, Yang Ze stopped exactly here, not daring to take a step further. But now... with his body already covered in a thin layer of black fog, there was no need to hesitate any longer.

He simply raised his hand and punched again, as another illusory black tiger rushed to the black fog, tearing it apart.

But compared to the black fog at the entrance of the cave, the black fog in front of him was much more viscous. The illusory black tiger was already struggling to tear it apart, and even when it tore through the fog, Yang Ze could see the black fog stretching for a good few meters instead of just being a single thin layer.

"....." Yang Ze only hesitated for a brief time. Although he couldn’t clearly see the scene behind that dense layer of fog, he could still see some dim lights and some soft whispers as if there were a lot of people staying behind the wall of fog.

Yang Ze didn’t immediately rush in but instead summoned a clone and controlled it to rush inside. Unfortunately for him, halfway through running the black fog, his clone suddenly collapsed and then dissipated into nothingness.

"What a weird damned thing." Yang Ze could only spit in anger while cursing at the unpredictable black fog. Earlier, when he used the clones to jump into the old water well, the so-called black fog only transported him to a different place. But when he used the clone now, the damned black fog destroyed the mental energy that he was using to control the clone before destroying it completely.

"It seems like I have to go in." Taking a deep breath, Yang Ze simply took a step forward while throwing another punch, and with it, another illusory black tiger appeared out of thin air, joining the previous tiger in tearing down the black fog. But Yang Ze didn’t just stop there. One after one, he kept on throwing the punches. It wasn’t until the fifth illusory tiger appeared and his internal energy showed signs of depletion that he finally stopped and slowly made his way towards the entrance.

Yang Ze leisurely passed by the illusory tigers while they were tearing the black fog, making way for him. With every step that he took, he felt a sense of oppression upon him. Even the black fog on his body became more and more restless, almost wanting to burst out of his body. But nothing happened.

Although it took some effort, he finally managed to pass through the black fog, stepping into an open area.

And the moment Yang Ze stepped in, he was greeted by a sight that made him narrow his eyes into slits, and his breathing almost stopped.

"WHAT THE HELL?" Yang Ze couldn’t help but take a step back as he looked at his surroundings.

At the moment, the shock in his heart was incomparable. Never in his life had he seen something as vile and outrageous as what he was seeing now.

He was standing in a cave that was roughly five meters in diameter. Just like the previous cave, there was an entrance leading further down that was covered by a thick fog as well.

But what stopped his breathing wasn’t the size or another entrance, but instead the scene around him.

The entire cave was filled with pulsating flesh. It was as if he had stepped inside an organism of flesh that grew uncontrollably. And upon this flesh were the bodies of numerous people, all clearly stitched together using some kind of means.

Every single person that Yang Ze saw was completely naked, and only the front of the body was visible. Their legs, hands and even hair were all merged with the pulsating flesh growing in the cave.

The people were of varying ages, with the youngest at approximately in their twenties and the oldest in their late forties.

Yang Ze kept on looking at the scene around him in silence. There were both men and women stitched onto the flesh, with the majority of women having swollen bellies... clearly pregnant for quite a while.

Every single person present had their eyes gouged out while their mournful cries filled the air.

There were a few people who seemed to be muttering something, but their words were all messy.

"..."

This was the first time Yang Ze saw such a hellish scene. He couldn’t help but clench his fists as he tried to control his ragged breathing. He looked around, afraid to find the figures of the children, but thankfully, he didn’t see them. Otherwise, he would have blasted the entire village, along with this cave and the old man, into oblivion with his cyclone.

Resisting the urge to smash everything around him, Yang Ze simply closed his eyes and used internal energy to block his hearing. He didn’t want to see their miserable appearance... he didn’t want to hear their mournful cries.

He finally had the answer for the disappearance of the villagers. Once they were taken into the cave, this was their fate.

For a moment, Yang Ze almost wanted to throw up. The painful wails, the nauseating smell all around him and the miserable fate of the villagers... it was something that he hadn’t expected or seen before.

After struggling for a while, Yang Ze wanted to walk towards the path leading further into the cave, but before he could even take a step forward, the same annoying old voice sounded in his ears.

"Beautiful... Isn’t it?"

Yang Ze’s body trembled for a moment as he resisted an intense urge to throw a wind blade. It took him a moment to control his emotions as he asked in a low voice.

"Is this what you meant when I asked you if the villagers were alive or not?"

"....."

"....."

"HEHE... Correct."

"Beautiful, isn’t it?"

The old man repeated his words once again.

"Do you know that controlling this black fog is no different than cultivating?"

"At first I thought that I only needed to sacrifice occasionally to keep it, but it was only after I managed to control it that I realised just how terrifying the potential of this thing is."

"The more I sacrifice... the more I feed... the stronger it gets."

"Just like cultivation... Both need resources."

Although Yang Ze was growing increasingly disgusted by the old man’s words, he still asked while gritting his teeth.

"What about the children?"

"Where are they?"

Although he felt pity for the villagers, he didn’t come this far for them. He was here for the children.

"Do you know that those villagers can live for thousands of years?"

Ignoring Yang Ze’s question, the old man kept on speaking.

"Think about it... a cultivator needs to step into the realm of Core condensation and above to have this much lifespan, but here..."

"Here I granted it to a bunch of mortals."

"The flesh will keep them alive for thousands of years, so that they can provide me a steady stream of children."

"HAHAHAHAHAHAH."

"It even hastens the process. Usually it takes nine months, but here... here it only takes one month."

"Can you imagine it?"

"Just how wonderful it is?"

"Every month, I get to harvest hundreds of fruits, and then I replant them."

Yang Ze’s disgust only grew as he clenched his fists in anger.

"So, you sacrifice your own children?" When he saw the swollen bellies of the women, he had an inexplicable thought as to why it occurred.

"My children?" The old man’s crazed voice had a hint of confusion.

"Didn’t you see those men there?"

"Why do you think I kept them there?"

With every word the old man spoke, Yang Ze’s anger increased further.

"Instead of doing to myself, isn’t it better to use these useless things to produce more children?"

Clicking his tongue in annoyance, the old man’s voice paused for a moment as he spoke further.

"Well, I do admit that in the beginning, I did it myself."

"OOOhh... Just how enjoyable that process was."

"Looking at their despairing faces as I impregnate them..."

"I thought I would never get enough of it."

"Unfortunatley there is only so much you can enjoy before their heart dies and they turn into mindless husks of flesh."

"..."

"..."

"How about it?"

The old man’s voice was full of mockery.

"You have an impressive thing down there."

"I bet you can help me grow these fruits more efficiently."

"Choose any woman and impregnate her."

"I will take care of the rest."

"Or perhaps..."

"Do you want those five small girls?"

The moment the old man spoke those words, Yang Ze’s eyes burst with a monstrous murderous rage as he lifted his hand and, with a wave of his hand, slashed a two-meter-long windblade in front of him, directly aiming at the entrance in front of him that was leading further into the cave.