Chapter 262: [Tianyin Pavilion] The Folding of the Fold

The next morning, Mo Ran sneaks out during the arraignment of his fellow inmates in the old and rustic Xiangtan prison. The first thing he did after regaining his freedom was to return to the Zuiyu Building.

Upon entering the backyard, Mo Nian is seen standing proudly in the centre of the sunbathing area, dressed in a black do-rag.

The trouble he had gotten himself into, like any other, was carried by the orphan named Mo Ran, who was convinced he was in the clear.

"You're fatherless and motherless anyway, and no one will be sad if you die."

"I've raised you for so many years, it's time for you to return the favour."

This was their justification for sending an innocent man to the gallows.

Crowning and mid-air.

Mo Ran stands in the shadows, standing in the shadows, watching the dashing, relaxed Nian Gongzi.

Oh, so that's what it's like to have someone to love, to be loved and to be cared for by a mother.

When the sky falls, there are people in the way.

Only you are not worthy of death.

Mo Ran looked at him for a long time.

The boy has bought a Taoist robe and dressed up as a monk, waiting for his mother to get rid of the Zuiyu Building and set off for Lower Fairy World to become his young master. At this moment, he is pretending to dance with a sword in the courtyard, surrounded by a group of teenagers, the same gang that planted the evidence on Mo Ran.

" Mo Nian Good Swordplay"

"That's a lot of spirit, you're going to be a great swordsman when you go to Lower Fairy World."

"Your uncle's top of the dead life, seems to be very powerful in the past two years, you can be lucky to go there Don't forget us brothers"

"Yeah, yeah, yeah." Someone else echoed, " Mo Nian, don't you ever forget us, we grew up in the same trousers, we all took care of the good and bad things for you, even the death of that little bitch in the tofu workshop."

Mo Nian had already taken his position very seriously and could no longer allow others to mention the stain of his rape of the girl. How many times do you have to say that before you remember?"

The man, shivering at the point of the sword, hurriedly said, "Yes, yes it's my poor memory I said it wrong"

The others rushed to take the heat off Mo Nian: "It's all because of that Mo Ran, a man with a heart of gold, worse than a dog."

"Yes, yes, yes, forcibly insulting a woman and raping her before killing her, we all saw it and will never forget his demonic face in our lifetime."

The more they spoke, the more righteous they felt, and the more they said, the cleaner they made themselves out to be. Mo Nian laughed loudly and danced with his sword, slashing several times at the scarecrow standing in the sunbed, cutting it down to the ground and pointing it at the scarecrow.

"Watch me become a Sword Immortal, remove the devil as the way, punish the evil and punish that one."

He did not like to read and always missed classes in the past, so he got stuck in the middle of the lecture.

Immediately, a young man took over: "To punish evil and promote good, to help justice, to help the world and to clean up the eight sides."

Mo Nian grunted, disdainfully, "You're the only one who can talk."

The man didn't expect the horse to shoot in the leg and couldn't help but be embarrassed: ""

Mo Nian swiped his sword a few more times and said, "It's power that clears the eight directions, not your broken tongue. From now on, if I ever meet a lecher like Mo Ran, I can take his head off with a single stroke of my sword, what can you do with him?

He hadn't finished his "aha" when suddenly there was a lilting voice in the back yard at the woodshed and someone slapped his hand twice and then said.

"Duke Nian, you really deserve to be the young master of the top of death and life So powerful."

"" Mo Nian abruptly held his sword in front of himself, instantly changing his face and sternly saying, " Mo Ran "

A large, unmistakable cloud passed slowly across the sky, gradually obscuring the blistering sun and casting a huge shadow over the sunbed.

The ragged teenager somehow appeared, falcon-like, on a pile of firewood in the sunbathing area and slowly raised his head.

His face was thin, but his features were very handsome and straightforward. His gaze was burning, and he still bore the hideous whip marks on his browbone, fresh from prison and still fresh from the blood. Mo Nian looked at this face and felt both familiar and unfamiliar at the same time.

The person in front of me is indeed Mo Ran, but something seems to be wrong.

Mo Ran bends her eyes and smiles as she strokes a machete in her hand. The two pools of dimples are frightening, the blue water cold, unspeakably intimate and meek, unspeakably creepy.

"To uphold justice, to cleanse the eight directions Mo Nian Gongzi, the future Great Sword Fairy, the young master of the top of death and life. When did you get this ambition? It makes me laugh. Hahahahaha."

The more he spoke, the wider his smile became and the more his features twisted.

Ever since he was a child, the boy who burned the fire in the woodshed had always been a good, quiet, submissive boy who didn't say much. But after one night, he was like a moth breaking out of its cocoon, smiling with the fervour of a fire, reckless and open.

He originally rarely even smiled, and occasionally smiled with pursed lips and a timid look.

At the moment it is driven to madness.

Mo Nian's hand trembled slightly as he held his sword, but the knot in his throat rolled up and down as he shouted, "Mo Ran, how dare you break out of prison?

"Good." Mo Ran laughed wantonly and with a flash of his blade in his eyes, he already rushed forward, "I don't want to live like this anymore, if you have the ability to take my dog's life, go ahead and take it, but if you don't have the ability, then"

He didn't even finish his sentence before he swept past. But as soon as the light was gone, the machete fell and the sword in Mo Nian's hand landed with a clang, rolling to the ground along with his wide-eyed head.

Blood spurts wildly for several feet

The headless body stood shakily for a few moments before collapsing to the ground with a crash.

For a moment, there was silence.

Mo Ran's face was sprayed with blood, and his wispy rags hung from his body, whipping in the fishy wind like wild algae floating in seawater.

When he raised his head again, the smile on his face intensified, the blood in his eyes was fierce, and he licked the blood that splattered on his lips as he finished in a warm voice the half of the sentence he had not finished: "Then let me take your head."

Those teenagers were so frightened that their bones and blood were cold and they couldn't speak a word.

Mo Ran raised his eyes, his gaze chilling: "Aren't you all good at fighting backwards? Aren't you all good at fighting backwards?

The men dared not go up there, but all of them were like sieve, and all of them were pissing their pants, and they could not believe that this was Mo Ran, the same Mo Ran who was so obedient, who had suffered so much, and who did not say anything.

Mo Ran tilts his head and sighs, then drags the machete forward, one step at a time. The tip of the knife drips and cuts lines of blood on the ground.

"Why are you suddenly so humble." He smiled slightly, clattering his blade up, the corners of his mouth hooked up, "Since you all are unwilling to make a move, then, I will have to start."

A moment of blood and gore.

Shura Slaughter.

It was closing time and most of the people in the Zuiyu Building were resting. Mo Ran killed the men in the backyard and went to the rooms and killed the rest of them one by one.

By the time everyone reacted, it was too late as Mo Ran set fire to the Zuiyu Building, turning it into a blazing sea of flames, with the singers screaming and crying, but no one dared to rush into the fire to save them.

When he had killed the last of them, Mo Ran was no longer satisfied with taking their lives, and in the midst of the blaze he sat down in the middle of the hall, smiling, looking at the men whose legs and feet he had cut off and who were unable to move, including his godmother, Madam Mo. Mo Ran watched them writhing and twitching like maggots, his face blurred in the smoke and fire.

The machete was laid across his lap and he took the handle, but instead of hacking at them, he took the point and picked up a bunch of fresh grapes from the table, cradled them in his hands, slowly peeled them, removed the stems and then, one by one, slowly put them in his mouth and chewed them bulgingly.

Suddenly, Zhan Yan smiled, "Oh this is so delicious, growing up so big, I've never had grapes from the West. It turns out that what you guys eat every day is such good stuff."

He bowed his head, glowered for a moment, then he hemmed and hawed and said, "I'm so jealous."

A section of the beam was burnt off and fell with a crash, sputtering and burning as it fell around them. Everyone let out a more mournful whimper, except Mo Ran, who was still alone with his cheeks in his hands, stretched out on his legs, clutching his knife, finishing his bunch of grapes in earnest, as if the sky was falling and he had nothing to do with it.

"The fire's burning so big, none of us can get out." After eating the grapes, Mo Ran picked another peach, eating it while smiling, "Why don't we just sit here and talk"

Madam Mo shouted, "Who wants to chat with you, you animal, you're worse than a dog or a beast."

"No chat." Mo Ran spat out the grape seeds and smiled, "No chat never mind. Then let's get down to business. As Godmother said last night, I have been indebted to all of you for the past ten years, and Godmother has taken good care of me. Now I should do my filial duty. So I will see you all off on your way."

He stood up, walked around those people, bowed decently and said splendidly, "But don't go too far on the road to Yellow Springs, wait for me."

The others all burst into tears as Madam Mo hissed, " Mo Ran you son of a bitch At first, when girl Xun saw your pity and was kind enough to take you in, I should never have been kind-hearted and agreed to her you scourge, you bogeyman you you perverted beast"

"You're worthy to mention Sister Xun."

Mo Ran said lightly, "I came all the way from Temple of No Mercy to return a favour to my mother in accordance with her last wish. Knowing that I had lost my mother, she gave you all the money she earned in a year, hoping that you would let me stay and have a place to stay. She is my benefactor, but what are you?"

"I should never have said yes to her. I should never have said yes to a year's worth of money. You actually let her go on the sly afterwards.

Mo Ran interrupted her, "She is my mother's benefactor and mine, she sells her art in the Zuiyu Building, but you take money and taels from rich merchants and you have to betray her, you force her to take clients you say. Why should I not let her go?"

"All these years you hated me, you tortured me, but I didn't say a word, I didn't fight back because I Mother had told me that no one who could give me a bite to eat would be bad enough." Mo Ran closes her eyes, "So I kept putting up with it, kept putting up with it"

"Fie you still have the face to say you ungrateful thing, it was me it was I who gave you a place to live so that you little barker could have food to eat and a bed to sleep in you beast, you bastard born of a son of a bitch"

"Well, what a coincidence. Bastard born of a dog's mother" Mo Ran laughed in the firelight, "If you curse me like that, will your son hear you in the spring and think you're the one shouting at him"

Mo Ran said, walking over and cupping Sister's heavily powdered face.

"But, Godmother, you have reminded me that I am so grateful to you for feeding me and giving me a bed to sleep in all these years. In that case, I will send you away first."

"You."

"But for fun, let's start with a game," Mo Ran said enthusiastically, "What do you think of the blind man guessing the picture?"

As he said this, he picked up a small piece of broken wood from the ground and set the end on fire. Then he pinned it to the mother's eye and slowly, slowly, drew the shape of the sun, and where the tip of the wood had passed, the skin was scorched and the flesh was rotten.

"Godmother, guess what I've drawn, if you can't guess it, you lose, and I'll draw the next thing."

That day, one by one, the few remaining men were slowly tortured and killed by him, bit by bit.

He took a decade of pent-up vitriol and hardship and bit it back in one fell swoop, and Zuiyu Building, with its bones strewn across the scorched earth.

He ended up lying in the fire, with the twisted corpses, looking at the shaking agora, smiling, bit by bit, bringing pastries, fruit into his mouth.

"Delicious."

He paused, suddenly smiling bitterly, and with a tangle of eyelashes, tears rolled down his face, running all over his brightly smiling face. He reached up, shielding his eyes, and cried and laughed.

"It's a pity that in future, you will never be able to eat it again."

The Zuiyu Building ebony red plaque came crashing down, hitting the front of the hall and splitting in pieces. Scorched smoke rolled down as the carved beams of the building finally collapsed.

This building, used to seeing pipa singing and dancing, robe and wine stains. It was once a place of great beauty and song and dance.

Now, yesterday's glamour is gone, and the extravagance of the past has become ashes. The love of those men and women, the feuding of those men and women, all fallen away in the burning of one section of beam after another. As the fire burns, the fairy tones of the two flower girls' song fights seem to float out from the cracks in the wood and from the seams of the tiles.

Duan Yihan sings: "Like this beautiful woman"

Xun Fengruo: "All paid for by the broken walls"

The curtain falls, and a long drumming session comes to an end. The curtain falls and a long drumming session comes to an end. All those sad and glorious folds of drama come to a splendid and solemn end in this blaze.