Urban Undying Lord
Chapter 93 - 93 93 A Story

93: Chapter 93 A Story 93: Chapter 93 A Story Step — Step — Step.

Ye Xuan, holding the Nangong Family genealogy, was strolling along until he came to the side of a young man, his Bloodthirsty Demon Sword pressed against the young man’s chest, he turned his head to look at Nangong Tian in the video call and said, “Nangong Shu, it’s your third son who’s next to die.”

“Turn off the video, and get out of Xia Country immediately.”

Watching Ye Xuan’s terrifying methods in the video, the man with the ghostly face stiffened, and even more so, he bellowed to Nangong Tian.

Unfortunately, Nangong Tian was already lost in endless grief at this moment, he completely ignored the man with the ghostly face’s warning, pleading with Ye Xuan, “No, please don’t, I’ll come to see you right away.”

“Time’s up.”

Like the Bell Of The Dead Soul tolling, akin to Yama reaping souls, Ye Xuan’s voice was calm, but it signified the passing of a life.

“Dad, save me… Save me… I don’t want to die…”

Psh!

A sword through the heart, blood sprayed out, and before Nangong Shu could finish speaking, he slumped to the ground, his body turning into a cold corpse, his eyes wide even in death, staring through the video call at Nangong Tian.

“My son… My son!” Nangong Tian wept bitterly, crying uncontrollably.

“You have eight more minutes, you can continue to cry for a while longer,” Ye Xuan said calmly, as he walked over to a young woman, who was also Nangong Tian’s second daughter.

“No… No… I’ll come to see you now.” Nangong Tian was already driven to madness by Ye Xuan, he roared at the airplane pilot, “Take off, take off right now.”

Click!

Suddenly, the man with the ghostly face crushed Nangong Tian’s phone, then glared furiously at him, “You idiot, even if you go, not only will you die, but your Nangong family won’t survive either.”

“Get lost, get out of my way, don’t you know, even if I stay alive, but I am old now, and I can’t bear children anymore, if they all die, what’s the point of me being alive in this world on my own?” Nangong Tian roared tremblingly.

“Antar, I beg you, help me this once, this is the password to my Nangong family’s overseas bank deposit, all my family wealth, I’ll give it all to you, just help me this time.” Nangong Tian shakily took out a black card, pleading incessantly.

Looking at Nangong Tian with his tearful state, the man with the ghostly face clenched his fists tight, his eyes dark with brooding, he took a deep look at Nangong Tian, then took the black card and said to the plane pilot, “Take him to the Nangong family.”

Following the man with the ghostly face’s command, the helicopter slowly ascended, heading straight toward the Nangong household.

“BOSS, he is sure to die if he goes, and it will definitely expose our whereabouts,” a foreign man said with concern.

The man with the ghostly face looked towards the helicopter Nangong Tian was boarding, his eyes showing a trace of profundity, he responded, seemingly out of context, “Do you know what kind of people are the most terrifying?”

“BOSS, what are you talking about?” the foreign man asked confusedly.

“There are two types of people in the world who are the most terrifying, the first kind are those who possess righteousness, who, no matter what, would die without regret in the name of justice.”

“The second kind are those who are cold-blooded and ruthless, who would stop at nothing to achieve their goals, even if it means killing all the people in the world, they would not feel the slightest remorse, and Ye Xuan is that kind of person, he is the most terrifying.”

“I think… we’ve offended someone we shouldn’t have.”

The man with the ghostly face spoke with extreme bitterness, his aura slightly defeated, he considered himself a ruthless person, but compared to Ye Xuan, he was just a minor witch to a Great Witch.

“Instruct everyone, we can’t stay at this base any longer, order all personnel to retreat to the second base,” the man with the ghostly face commanded, pulling himself out of his bitter thoughts, and directly issuing an order to the foreign man.

“Yes, BOSS.”

The foreign man took his leave, but the man with the ghostly face gazed in the direction of the Nangong family, his eyes reflecting a trace of bewilderment.

…

Nangong Family.

The air was thick with a pungent smell of blood, six or seven bodies lying scattered on the ground, extreme panic spreading throughout the Nangong family, just as Ye Xuan had said, for every minute Nangong Tian delayed, he would kill another person, after all, Ye Xuan considered himself a man of his word.

At first, the members of the Nangong family went from angrily shouting and screaming to now deathly silence, fear and despair clear in everyone’s eyes, simply because Ye Xuan, in their view, was no longer human but a cold-blooded, cruel demon.

“Daddy, I’m scared!”

A child’s tender voice rang out, as a young child shrank into Nangong Ming’s embrace, not daring to look at Ye Xuan’s face at all.

“Don’t be afraid, don’t be afraid, your grandfather will come and save us soon,” Nangong Ming comforted the child with a trembling voice, though clearly lacking in conviction, with a look of despair in his eyes.

Watching this scene unfold, Ye Xuan’s expression remained unchanged, his eyes as deep as ancient pools, as he strolled toward Nangong Ming and his son.

“Little friend, come, let uncle give you a hug.”

“Ye Xuan, don’t you touch my son,” Nangong Ming shouted in terror, holding the child tightly, refusing to let go no matter what.

Unfortunately for Nangong Ming, his was but a mortal body and no match for Ye Xuan.

Under Ye Xuan’s cold gaze, the child was swiftly taken from Nangong Ming’s hands.

“Wuwuwu!”

“Bad man, let me go, let me go,” the child cried out, kicking and hitting Ye Xuan, clearly terrified by his actions.

“Little friend, tell uncle, what’s your name?” Ye Xuan asked with a gentle smile, but to the child, it made his small face turn pale, and the body that had been kicking fell quiet.

“I…

my name is Nangong Zhi,” the child replied with a tremble.

Ye Xuan nodded slowly, his gaze becoming even deeper.

He wasn’t sure if he was speaking for the child to hear or for himself as he said, “I have a story, do you want to hear it?”

Without waiting for the child’s response, Ye Xuan seemed to fall into remembrance, his voice gradually becoming deeper.

“Once upon a time, there was a child who was very poor.

He lost his father when he was five years old, leaving only him and his mother to rely on each other.

On the day of the child’s sixth birthday, his mother bought a fish and specially made his favorite braised carp to celebrate.”

“That day, the child was very happy, eating the fish meat greedily until only a pile of bones was left.

Only then did he burp with satisfaction.

But when he walked into the kitchen, he saw his mother silently eating the fish bones he had left behind.”

Listening to Ye Xuan’s story, the child temporarily forgot his fear and asked curiously, “What happened next?”

Ye Xuan’s eyes seemed distant as he continued, “Half a year later, in the bitter cold of winter, with snow and wind bearing down, the child stood outside a restaurant draped in a thin coat.

He watched an oppressor devour fish on the table, his eyes filled with envy.”

“The braised carp was quickly consumed by the oppressor, who didn’t pay for the meal and left with the restaurant owner’s flattery.

The child, however, couldn’t take his eyes off the remaining fish bones and, after great hesitation, ran into the restaurant and stole the plate of bones.

He was caught by the owner, who beat him black and blue.”

“Why…

Why would he steal someone else’s leftovers?” the child asked in confusion.

“Because today is his mother’s birthday,” said Ye Xuan in a somber voice.

“Ah?”

Listening to Ye Xuan’s story, the child exclaimed in shock, a look of indignation in his eyes, “That owner is so mean.”

“After the scolding and beating, the owner walked away, and the child managed to keep the fish bones in his arms.

Bearing the acute pain, he took them home to his mother.”

“However, from that day on, the child learned a lesson—that only the strong can survive in this cruel world, and the weak will suffer heartless beatings just like he did today.”

Ye Xuan finished the story, his already indifferent demeanor growing more intense.

“Uncle…

are you that child?” the child asked tremulously, as if understanding something.

Unfortunately, Ye Xuan did not answer the child’s question.

He gently set the child down in front of Nangong Ming, his voice deep as he said, “Your childhood is undoubtedly a happy one, but your Nangong family has offended someone you should never have crossed.”