I Thought He Is the Villain Chapter 5

Kuroshio Current.

Countless soft-bodied monsters crawled towards the mayor's house. They extended and retracted their thick and soft tentacles, crawled on the road, climbed along the walls, and wandered around. They were like a black tide surging from all directions.

The town seemed to be in a deep dream, with outsiders being the only ones awake.

On the roof, a tall man stood under the moon, holding a silver sword. The sword seemed to be covered with a layer of frost, and the light was flowing.

Jake's sword was not yet unsheathed, and his cold eyes swept across the increasingly approaching black tide without any fear.

"The mayor is testing us."

"Yes," Max propped up his chin leisurely, leaning on the window sill and smiling at him, "Isn't it the same as you?"

The thin red coil on his wrist suddenly became very noticeable. Jake choked and didn't intend to continue his words. He just said, "They are all human beings."

The implication is that he doesn't want to kill.

Max nodded in agreement, then said regretfully: "If it was during the day."

The demon's expression was so innocent and harmless, as if he really felt sorry for them, but Jake heard cruelty and ruthlessness in his regret.

He met his eyes and clearly saw a hint of judgment in those pitying eyes.

A chill ran up my spine to the top of my head, and my confused heart suddenly became clear at this moment.

Max's actions seemed completely different from before, but he was testing Max's bottom line out of suspicion, so how could he know that Max was not testing him?

No, it's not a test, it's an assessment.

Jake thought of five years ago at an inappropriate time, the first time he went to the Demon Realm and saw the legendary genius who unified the demon clan at the age of seventeen.

It was the fifth year after the unification of the demon clan. The immortal sect was in turmoil, and many expelled cultivators fled to Antarctica, hoping to seek the protection of the Demon Lord.

The Demon Lord always wants only the best.

The dazzling sunset pierced into Jake's eyes. He knelt down and supported himself. The arena was covered with blood and broken limbs. The Lianhua Sword was dyed red and its original color could no longer be seen.

Looking up in exhaustion, he saw that the main seat high up was empty.

An extremely oppressive force came to his side and stepped on his fragile neck.

The voice was full of contempt and death, carrying the aura of death from hell, "You are just an ant, and you want to be my disciple?"

The sound cultivator let out a dying scream from his throat, but the demon seemed to have found some kind of pleasure. He skillfully and slowly crushed the slender neck until even his voice died.

"Boring."

With a creaking sound, Yin Xiu's head separated from his body, and blood gushed out, splashing all over Jake's face and dyeing his eyes red.

He had heard the voice of this musician when he was very young, in Luozhou. His singing was elegant and melodious, blending with the sound of the piano, floating among the flying flowers on the trees in mid-spring.

"What about you?" The ghostly voice sounded again, and Jake saw a corner of a red robe in his peripheral vision. He didn't know whether it was the original color of the clothes or the blood in his eyes.

The sword was kicked out of hand.

"If you dare to show mercy again, he will be your fate."

Jake withdrew his gaze, his eyes cold, at the spreading black tide. He exerted force with his bony fingers, gripped the hilt of the sword tightly, tapped his toes lightly, and his nimble body flew out like a sharp sword, diving into the black tide in the blink of an eye.

Ink travels by boat, ink travels by boat.

Who are you and what does it have to do with me?

At least now, he still imprisoned him and was on guard against him, making it impossible for him to become an immortal or a demon.

Jake's figure was swift and beautiful, and his sword moves were fierce, as fast as wind and lightning, like a white lightning that cuts through the dark night sky.

There are suction cups on the tentacles that secrete mucus. If it weren't for the fear of the pure spiritual power in the Lianhua Sword, even the sword would have been buried.

The Lianhua Sword was very fast, but there were too many of these disgusting things. If you cut one in half, it would split into two. If you cut off the tentacle, a new monster would grow from the tentacle.

Jake was overwhelmed and his strength was gradually declining.

He stopped, his chest heaving, breathing slightly, his eyes sweeping over the group of monsters that had regrouped. They looked exactly the same, and there was no difference to be told with the naked eye.

Clone.

It is impossible that all of them are clones, there must be a few that are the real ones.

He observed the situation here and on Max's side, while thinking about how to end the battle quickly.

Quick victory.

There are two ways. One is for Max to take action. It is the instinct of all evil demons in the world to submit to the Demon Lord.

Second...the wriggling monster attacked from behind. Jake jumped up, chopped with his backhand, and while dodging, he turned his head to glance at the window.

Max rubbed his aching eyes.

Not watching anymore.

Those tentacle monsters are fcuking gross.

He clicked into the system points mall and glanced at the incomplete interface.

At the top is the task progress, which currently shows 0%.

Total points: 323.

Further down is the display window page, where all the products in the system mall are presented in the form of cards, with a dazzling array of items... The display window that used to be full of items of goods is now like a shop that was opened in a war-torn battlefield and unfortunately encountered robbers, as 304 took away half of the mall data when he left to save his own life. Either the card slots are empty or the text descriptions cannot be displayed.

The card in the first slot is now gray, showing 21:34:21, which is changing in real time, like a countdown.

The card had that red string drawn on it.

Below is its name and the price in red:

&￥*Rope 24-hour experience card

10 points

Max felt a pain in his heart when he looked at the line of red words.

The system only rewards him with three points for completing a main mission, and each side mission is worth two points. These are his entire fortune in the past ten years.

A broken rope is sold at such a high price.

Just as he was turning the page to check if there was any "Hanging Assassin", a number at the top of the page suddenly jumped. Max thought he was dazzled, so he took a casual glance and found that the total score had really changed.

He looked closely:

Total points: 223

Max:? ? ?

what? !

The most expensive item on these pages is only about 120 yuan, right?!

304? What on earth are you doing?!

He opened the income and expenditure record, but because the mall was divided into two parts, he could only see that 304 spent 100 points, and could not see what it redeemed in the other half of the mall.

Really good, Max slumped in the chair.

Once I catch this stinky bird, I will pluck all its feathers one by one, make them into a feather duster, and hang it on the beam so I can admire it every day.

It suddenly became as bright as day outside the window, catching Max's eyes.

He walked out and it was dark outside again. Looking at the seven or eight people lying in the yard, Max raised his eyebrows in surprise.

The apprentice was stronger than he thought.

Jake stood beside the bodies of those people in a daze.

The Lianhua sword was sheathed, Jake's body was spotless and his expression was as calm as ever.

Max asked: "How did you do that?"

Jake: "Kill the original body."

"Is the real body so easy to find?"

"It's hard to find." He walked to the water tank, wet his handkerchief, lowered his eyebrows, and carefully wiped the sword that was also spotless. "Kill them all together."

If we kill them all together, no one will escape and there will be no chance for the clone to regenerate.

"Well, not bad," Max praised sincerely. After watching his sword sheathed, he said, "I just saw a white light, very bright, just like dawn."

Jake: "Is that so?"

"Um?"

Swish------

The Lianhua sword was unsheathed, and the sword body reflected an incredibly dazzling light in the silvery moonlight, dazzling Max's eyes in the sword shadow. Suddenly, he actually felt as if he was in broad daylight.

He frowned and raised his sleeve to block it: "Maybe, come on, I'm going to be blinded by you."

"Yeah." Jake raised the corner of his mouth, turned his back to him, and walked away.

Hmm? Hmm what?

Max was stunned. Did he just laugh?

"Ache." He followed.

"Don't call me that."

"I won't. I'll just shout, A-che A-che A-che A-che A-che."

"......"

"Did you just laugh?"

Jake had no expression on his face and his steps became faster. "No."

"What are you laughing at?" Max said to himself, "Are you so happy? Tell me about it."

With a bang, Max was locked outside the door. The wind caused by the closing of the door hit the tip of his nose, leaving him stunned for a long while.

This this!

The roles are reversed, right?

My disciple, how many sides of you are there that I haven’t discovered yet?

"Ah Che," he came back to his senses, the smile in his eyes became more intense, and he leaned against the door with his arms folded, "Does my face look good? My face was almost disfigured by my evil disciple. I make a living by my face. Who will be responsible if it is disfigured?"

After a long time without a response, Max thought he had left.

"Max."

The person inside the door suddenly called him, very close, so close that there was only a wooden door between them.

Max was stunned again. As far as he could remember, this was the first time he heard Jake calling his name.

His voice is so superior, Max never thought that his name could be so beautiful.

"What?"

Jake: "You..."

Then there was no second half of the sentence.

The moon is bright tonight, and the courtyard is as clear as water.

The clear light sprinkled on Max's hair, and the quiet man seemed like a fairy among the clouds.

The clear light passed through the window pane, cut into small, bright pieces, and fell at Jake's feet.

Jake leaned against the door, staring at the shape of the moonlight, wondering what was wrong with him.

The window panes gave the moonlight an outline.

His irritable mood that had lasted for several days seemed to have lifted up the hazy veil after the ups and downs of this night.

He couldn't hate Max now.

He was sure.

He was asked to kill people, and he thought it was Max's punishment for him. However, when he saw the corpses of those people, he realized that their souls had already been devoured and they were real zombies.

His hatred was based on the inhuman torture, endless humiliation, and boundless cruelty of the past, but what would happen if these disappeared?

He didn't believe that the cruel devil would lay down his butcher knife.

But he seldom takes his anger out on anyone.

Do you want to ask?

If the "Max" in front of him is no longer the original Max, then who should he ask to pay his debt, and who should he hate?

He paused for a moment, swallowed the words in his throat, thought for a long time, and finally said: "...I have already slept for half the night, the bed belongs to me for the second half of the night."

"Oh, what about the room?" Max knew he was not sincere when he heard the stiff tone, "I didn't kick you out to sleep."

Jake remained calm and said, "I'm afraid I'll sleepwalk in the middle of the night and kill you."

Max: "Don't be afraid. You have my Guiyi Rope. Killing me is like committing suicide."

Jake was silent for a while, then asked in a low voice: "Then can you bear to let me die?"

Max: "......"

Max: "I'll sleep outside."

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The footsteps became farther and farther away, and then disappeared completely.

The little black snake hissed and stuck its head out from the sleeve. It twisted its body and swam to the corner farthest from the Lianhua Sword.

He looked at the Lianhua Sword in awe, then at the silent Jake, very puzzled: "I saw that you can summon sword spirits and control hundreds of swords. My mother said that sword cultivators can only summon sword spirits when they reach the level of Sword Lord. You are so powerful, why did you come to the Demon Realm?"