Chapter 1445: The Calamity of Food Worms |
Pagyi Gesang realized something was wrong and immediately wanted to break through the window and escape.
But suddenly, he felt his obese body being tightly bound by something.
"What is this thing?"
He looked closely, aided by the bright lights in the room, and saw that his body had been wrapped in countless loops of extremely thin silver threads.
The ends of the threads were tied to the tails of dinner knives, and those knives were now embedded in the walls and beams of the room, binding Pagyi Gesang completely!
Luodan held the other end of the threads in his hand. He walked over gracefully, step by step, and said leisurely to Pagyi Gesang:
"Patriarch, have you ever thought about what it would be like to become an ingredient yourself?"
A moment later, screams like a pig being slaughtered echoed from the room.
There were sounds of something being forcibly severed, making a "thump, thump" noise.
Besides them, there was also a squad of elite soldiers. Their commanding officer came from the Yashai Langtai family, and his name was Naltu.
A long time later, the room's door was opened.
Luodan wiped the blood from his hands with a white towel and walked out leisurely.
Naltu glanced at him, completely ignoring the corpse behind him that had been dismembered into countless chunks of flesh.
"I'm getting you out of here. If the Pagyi family returns, you're finished."
With that, he led Luodan along a hidden path toward the outside of the Pagyi estate.
His men covered their escape the entire way. Everyone who had come with him had already defected to the resistance, so the two of them left the place without any trouble.
Before long, they crossed a dense forest and arrived in front of an ancient temple on the snowy plain.
Luodan stood behind, silent, merely watching Naltu calmly.
Naltu gazed at the Buddha statue inside the temple, his left hand already resting on the hilt of the sword at his waist.
His dark circles were very heavy, as if he hadn't slept properly for years, but at that moment, a glimmer of joyful tears flickered in his eyes.
He slowly turned around to face Luodan, his expression turning utterly abhorrent.
"Luodan, you killed my son. Today, right here, I will avenge my son!"
Upon hearing this, Luodan lowered his head and said, "The person who killed your son is not me."
Naltu gritted his teeth and said viciously, "But because of you, they took my child away! You used your evil ability to corrupt their hearts!"
Luodan's ability was called the Calamity of Food Worms.
Few people knew his true power.
Because his ability could not be known to the nobles of the Snowy Highland.
This ability allowed the food he made to possess extraordinary deliciousness, making people intensely addicted to it.
It wasn't poison, and it was actually beneficial to the body, making people energetic and even capable of restoring the courage of the cowardly.
If it were poison, the nobles of the Snowy Highland would have a hundred ways to detect it.
Precisely because it was a tonic rather than poison, he gained recognition and became a chef sought after by all the nobles of the Snowy Highland, even the four great Tusi!
But just because it wasn't poison, did that mean it couldn't cause addiction?
Delicious food itself was a kind of addictive poison.
Once someone had eaten his cooking, it was hard to stomach anything else. Moreover, Luodan deliberately raised the nobles' appetites.
Not everyone could eat that kind of thing from the start.
But once they started, they could never stop, and their appetites even began to control their minds.
Naltu, his two-year-old child was taken away under these circumstances.
He didn't dare resist the Tusi, because doing so would mean death for his entire family.
However, the seed of hatred had already been planted, and that was the turning point for him later joining the resistance.
Hearing Naltu's accusations, Luodan smiled.
Naltu was furious. "What are you laughing at? You demon who eats people, what right do you have to laugh! On the Snowy Highland, you're a more terrifying demon than the Tusi. You deserve to die!"
Luodan suppressed his smile, stared at Naltu, and asked word by word:
"Or is it that you think you're clean? You never ate people?"
Naltu replied without hesitation, "It's not that I didn't want to resist; I couldn't. And I absolutely never ate people!"
"Oh, really? I'm not so sure."
Luodan's voice was as cold as a blade.
"You just didn't eat them in the literal sense, but in truth, haven't the people of the Snowy Highland who died by your hands been few?"
"I only prepared their corpses, but you directly took their lives."
"But people are always so foolish; they value form over substance."
Naltu's face turned pale, then purple.
He couldn't refute Luodan, because he had indeed killed countless innocent people for the Tusi.
"Shut up! Shut up, shut up, shut up!!"
"You see?"
Luodan spread his hands and smiled very elegantly.
"You know you're wrong. But you're unwilling to admit that the fault lies with you, so you can only push all the blame onto others."
"You're not avenging your son."
"You're just finding a scapegoat for your own sins."
Naltu didn't want to listen to Luodan anymore. He roared and drew his sword, charging at Luodan.
Luodan still smiled calmly, watching Naltu, consumed by hatred, rush toward him.
"Thump!"
The long sword pierced through Luodan's body. He did not choose to dodge.
Amid Naltu's stunned gaze, he reached out, wiped the blood flowing from his chest, and licked it off his fingertip.
"Likewise, I, who used people as ingredients and toyed with hearts, also deserve to die."
He calmly faced his own death.
Because he knew his mission was already over.
Having become a demon hated by everyone on the Snowy Highland, one whose flesh they wanted to eat and whose skin they wanted to sleep on, he had long since lost any place to belong.
But one day, when the snow of the Snowy Highland melts and the gesang flowers bloom again, one flower would blossom because of his corpse.
Naltu watched Losang slowly fall to the ground. After a moment of daze, he suddenly raised his head and burst into mad laughter.
"Hahaha! He's dead! I killed him! I finally killed him!"
"Son, I've avenged you!"
Not yet satisfied, he continued hacking at Luodan's corpse until it was reduced to a bloody pulp.
He suddenly seemed to lose all strength, collapsing onto the vast snowy ground.
For some reason, even though it seemed he had gotten his revenge, his heart was empty and lost.
Was the true culprit really just Luodan?
Or was it this cannibalistic world?
