PFC Chapter 42 Banquet at Shuzhou
Chapter 42 Banquet at Shuzhou
Miao Yin dragged Xu Fang to Li Feizhang's side. The two brothers, both with broken limbs, lay together, and at first glance, they looked somewhat like the woman who had died outside, which was quite dramatic.
Miao Yin turned to Yan Shuzhou and asked, "Xiaozhou, how long have they been bullying you?"
Yan Shuzhou steadied himself by holding onto the chair before saying, "Three years of junior high school."
"Three years, that must be really tough. Given how awful they are, they definitely did more than just throw you in the trash."
Recalling that painful time, Yan Shuzhou's face showed fear and shame, his eyebrows drooped, and his fingers gripping the chair turned white.
“They…would put dead rats in my drawer, throw away my books and pens, and after class, they would corner me in the bathroom and splash water on me…” Yan Shuzhou could only manage a few sentences before he could stop talking.
Three years of bullying—these were merely the mildest forms of treatment.
"My poor little boat..."
Miao Yin's clear phoenix eyes shone with sorrow, her voice incredibly soft. She moved closer to him, raised her hand and gently stroked the tip of his nose, as if touching a small animal. Her fingertips slid down to Yan Shuzhou's wrist, then she opened his palm and placed a gun on it.
"—In that case, I'll give you a chance. Kill them, and you won't be afraid anymore."
Like a thunderclap from a clear sky, it sent shivers down everyone's spines. Yan Shuzhou's eyes widened, his pupils constricted, and he felt the object in his hand was incredibly hot.
He swallowed hard before stammering, "Kill...them?"
"Isn't this a good revenge?"
Miao Yin laughed, her eyes shining unbelievably: "When they pinned you down in the trash can, mocked you as a bedbug, and beat you, they thought that one day the person who would end their lives would be you, the one who was bullied like that. When you think about it that way, doesn't it feel a bit like destiny?"
She gently guided Yan Shuzhou's fingers to grip the gun properly, pointing the muzzle at the two people on the ground.
"Now, their lives are in your hands. You can apologize, bark like a dog, do anything you want to them. That's how you repay those three years, isn't it?"
Yan Shuzhou stared at the two people lying on the ground, their clothes stained red, his gun barrel trembling.
"No, Yan Shuzhou, don't kill me! We didn't mean it! It was just a joke, isn't that how everyone does it? I know I was wrong, please, don't kill me, it was all Li Feizhang's suggestion, I was just following him!"
Xu Fang stared at the pistol with a mixture of fear and terror; his fear of death made him beg for mercy repeatedly.
Li Feizhang was panting heavily, blood spitting out of his mouth. Each breath sounded like he was pulling a broken bellows, making the listener extremely anxious. But he still managed to turn his head with great difficulty, staring at Xu Fang with resentful eyes.
Yan Shuzhou felt his stomach clenching in waves, his whole body stiffened, a thin layer of cold sweat clinging to his clothes, and even the finger pressing the trigger went numb.
He heard his own hoarse, dry voice: "Even if they aren't killed, they... they won't survive..."
Indeed, as he said, Miao Yin's fire bullets severed their limbs. Even if the high temperature sealed their blood vessels, preventing them from dying from excessive blood loss immediately, they would definitely not survive in the long run, so there was no need to waste bullets.
"You're right, but wouldn't that be letting them off too easily? They've done so many terrible things to you, shouldn't they pay the price?"
"Besides, they just offended me, Xiao Zhou, aren't you going to do anything?"
Miao Yin coaxed her gently, like the serpent in the Garden of Eden that tempted Eve to swallow the forbidden fruit, hissing and flicking its tongue.
"No! No! We were just joking! We didn't really fight! You've misunderstood! Yan Shuzhou, Yan Shuzhou, I beg you, don't shoot! I didn't mean to!" Xu Fang cried loudly, his pants soaked with sweat, the overwhelming fear causing him to lose control of his bladder.
"Yes...they, they still want to hurt us."
Yan Shuzhou seemed to be persuaded, and kept replaying in his mind the image of Xu Fang and Li Feizhang trying to kill them, as if this would relieve his guilt.
He raised his other hand to grip the gun, so that it wouldn't shake too much or fall. Yan Shuzhou breathed rapidly, urging his completely stiff fingers to move.
—Press it, press it quickly, this is what my sister wants.
Killing is normal in the apocalypse, isn't it? Isn't that exactly what the other party did?
They had bullied him so badly at school, so it's not wrong for him to retaliate now.
So hurry up and press it. Your sister is watching. If you don't do it, she'll definitely feel useless and be very disappointed.
Press it down, and after one click, nothing will happen. They won't feel any pain because he's aimed for the head.
So hurry up, press it now!
Miao Yin watched Yan Shuzhou tremble with fear, hesitating to pull the trigger, and silently curled the corners of her lips.
Humans, born into a social group and at the top of the food chain, can use any cruel means to harm other lives and build steel and concrete structures in nature. However, deep in their hearts, there is often a red line: the killing of their own kind. Once this line is crossed, their thoughts and souls will transcend to another level.
People are always filled with fear and panic when it comes to killing their own kind because they cannot bear the weight of another level of existence. As a result, they often fall and live in constant anxiety, never to recover.
Those who endured it, after a series of breakthroughs and explorations, were able to sit comfortably on another plane, looking down on the ordinary lives they had rejected, whether fulfilling or suffering. These people were generally called demons or gods.
Yan Shuzhou's past experiences have made him crave love and family. As a result, he has become numb, cowardly, and accustomed to violence. He even defends his abusers to comfort himself and gain a sense of security from them. He has his own way of surviving. If you treat him too well, he will be so afraid that he can't sleep.
Such a person, however, has a pure white heart, cannot bear to see pain and sacrifice, and never forgets the kindness of others.
Almost everyone in the control room lived better and was happier than him, but in the end they all abandoned their humanity, exchanging the deaths of others for their own lives.
But Yan Shuzhou was not affected by the atmosphere at all. He still followed his own set of rules. Even after the rules were broken, he took the initiative to find her, repaired them, and then reverted to the original rules, even adding a railing on top of them.
He himself probably didn't even realize how foolish he was to harbor such deep-seated kindness.
He can't become a demon, nor a god; if he kills someone, he'll just fall down.
Unless he willingly sells his soul to the devil, he can transform into another level without being harmed.
But clearly, he absolutely cannot do that now.
If this step is forced forward and his soul is broken, the good summoner might turn into an extreme madman and never listen to her again.
and so--
Miao Yin pressed down on the gun handle and gently pulled the gun back.
"……elder sister?"