Chapter 152 His World is Red

Chapter 152 His World is Red

In this instant, there was no snow in Pei Yunjing's world.

The pure white snowflakes that danced in the sky turned into a shower of blood-red rain in his eyes.

The snow-covered valley was transformed into a purgatory burning in flames.

Red, a shocking, sticky, and disgusting red.

This is all he sees right now.

"Thump! Thump! Thump!"

The sound of war drums outside the valley, each strike like a heavy hammer, shattered his skull and struck his exposed brain matter.

The sound was no longer that of drums.

In a daze, time seemed to turn back.

He was no longer the all-powerful regent, but had reverted to being a five-year-old child imprisoned deep within the cold palace.

"Ah—!!! Help! Yun Jing, save me!"

That was my mother's voice.

It was the shrill, desperate, and even slightly resentful scream before it was engulfed by the fire.

"Is this the bastard? Hahaha, beat him up! Doesn't he look like a dog?"

Those were the mocking voices of eunuchs and palace maids, sharp, piercing, and filled with malicious humiliation.

All the sounds mingled together, amplified a thousand times, ten thousand times by that damned echo chamber, converging in his ears into a storm powerful enough to tear his soul apart.

[So noisy!!!]

Shut up! All of you, shut up!

Pei Yunjing roared in pain, but to his own ears, his voice sounded like a mosquito's buzz being drowned out by a tsunami.

He felt an unprecedented loneliness; the whole world was against him, and all of creation wanted to kill him.

"call--"

A gust of wind blew by.

In his perception, it wasn't the wind, but a giant demon with fangs crawling out of a sea of ​​blood, its gaping maw ready to bite off his neck!

"Get out of my way!"

Pei Yunjing suddenly swung his sword, the "Slaying Illusion" sword striking empty air with a shrill sound.

But in his eyes, he had indeed severed the demon's arm, and scalding "blood" (actually snow) sprayed all over his face.

"Kill...kill you all..."

He staggered backward, tripped over a stone, and fell heavily onto the snow.

To him, the snow on the ground looked like countless pale, dead hands reaching out from the earth. They gripped his ankles, tugged at his robes, and tried to drag him into an abyss.

"Don't touch me!"

Pei Yunjing rolled wildly on the snow, slashing and stabbing haphazardly with his longsword.

"Pfft! Pfft!"

The sword's edge pierced the frozen earth, stirring up a muddy mess.

He thought he had pierced the enemy's heart, and a ferocious, triumphant smile appeared on his face.

However, there were too many enemies.

They can't kill them all, they simply can't kill them all.

The distorted red light and shadow before his eyes kept recombining and deforming, turning into familiar or unfamiliar faces.

There were the souls who died by his sword, the repulsive political enemies, and even...

A face streaked with tears, looking utterly pitiful.

Who is that?

Was she the woman who wanted to poison him?

Or is it that enchantress who wants to trap him with a gentle snare?

It's a scam!

She's here to kill you! She has a knife!

The crazy voice in my head is screaming.

Pei Yunjing looked at the red figure (Tang Li) lying not far away, and the confusion in his eyes was instantly replaced by ruthlessness.

Whether human or ghost, anyone who gets close to him intends to harm him.

In this crumbling red world, he had no companions, no lovers, and no way out.

He was just a lone wolf abandoned by the whole world.

If we don't kill them all...

He will be torn apart, devoured, and chewed up, skin and bones.

"ah--!!!"

Pei Yunjing got up from the ground and let out a desperate roar at the void.

He gripped his sword with both hands and unleashed a frenzied slaughter against enemies that were not actually around him.

Sword energy crisscrossed, and snowflakes flew everywhere.

He was like a tireless madman, waging a battle he was destined to lose against the entire world in the middle of this deserted snow valley.

"Die! All of you, die!"

"No one can kill me... I am Pei Yunjing... I am the Regent..."

"kill!!!"

Tears of blood streamed from his eyes, blurring his vision.

He couldn't see the woman crying in the corner, nor could he hear the calls of his loyal subordinate.

All he knew was that in this red hell, only killing could give him a sliver of... a sense of security in being alive.