Era of Magic and Martial Arts-Chapter 230 - 214: You Don’t Seek Unity, So I’ll Help You Unite
That night, Xiang Ergou found his lost self, feeling as if he had shed the shackles on his soul and returned to his true nature.
He slept soundly, like a carefree dog.
"Gou?"
A muddled voice entered his ears, and he slowly opened his heavy eyelids. All he saw was a circle of heads surrounding his pillow, all looking down at him with unfathomable expressions.
His heart sank, and he saw a pillow slam down heavily, smothering his face.
He struggled desperately, but felt invisible hands pressing down on his arms, abdomen, thighs, and ankles, one after another, blocking his escape.
If this was when he had just entered the prison, he would definitely have the strength to break free.
But now, everyone ate the same sticky, gluey food each day—enough to survive, not enough to thrive. The disparity in strength came down to numbers.
Nine to one!
Xiang Ergou couldn’t move, and his muffled sobs came from the pillow covering his head.
"Who goes first?" The tension in the air was palpable, and a cold voice broke the silence.
"Let me!" The prisoner who was beaten hardest by the Prison Guard in the morning sneered.
He gripped a sharpened toothbrush in his hand, raised his arm high, and plunged it fiercely into Xiang Ergou’s heaving chest.
Shhh!
Scalding blood sprayed out, splattering across the face, splashing on the arms bulging with veins.
"Next!"
The toothbrush passed around like playing hot potato from left to right in a circle.
Some stabbed forcefully, others lightly, but under the gaze of those committing murder, no one dared let the "hot potato" game stop at them.
Soon, Xiang Ergou’s chest evened out, nine uneven wounds encircled his chest, black blood oozed from the holes.
Xiang Ergou probably never understood, even before his death, why, after conceding and playing the dog, he still died so horribly.
The reason was simple, he realized that wolves could be beaten to death, but forgets that dogs could be bitten to death by wolves.
"Who pays first, dies first, becomes the example." A harsh voice removed the pillow, revealing the face underneath, twisted to extreme fear.
The bloodstained hands withdrew into their sleeves, exchanging a glance filled with thick vigilance and caution.
"Sleep!"
On the long bunk, Xiang Ergou’s body continued to bleed, while the other inmates silently returned to their beds, half-closed eyes tight and close together.
In a shared bunk with nine prisoners, they were both accomplices in murder and bedpartners with different dreams, every hand under the pillow gripping a toothbrush tightly.
In the stillness of the night, similar scenes silently unfolded in cell after dark cell, like Destiny issuing the same script to all prisoners.
Beyond the corridor, the "pores" of a surveillance camera seemed to twitch slightly, then silently retracted.
A slender needle slipped out from the camera’s hidden spot, pulled by an almost invisible thread, flew lightly back into Chen Ya’s sleeve.
Pressing close to the cold wall, he moved with a step that was both swift and leisurely, like an invisible shadow or another invisible night-shift Prison Guard, silently patrolling, observing cell after cell.
Most times, his steps never paused, but sometimes he would suddenly stop, walk into a particular cell.
This was an act of desperation; for various complex reasons, some cells could not unite well.
But it didn’t matter, he could help unite them, in their sleep.
Chen Ya quietly entered, just as quietly left, waving his sleeve to take away only a few hypnotic silver needles, leaving a silently lying corpse, the lifeblood quietly flowing from it.
This corpse was no different from the other fallen figures in the cell; the only distinction was that it had not so many holes in the chest, only a single toothbrush, a singular hole.
But whether nine or one, the difference wasn’t that great, because when the living prisoners awoke from their dreams, the look in their eyes toward each other wasn’t much different from those who all took part.
Chen Ya particularly enjoyed tonight’s work, also excelled at tonight’s work.
How should I put it~
Destiny’s base color is unity; because of this, those who emerged from Destiny were eager and knew how to help those as scattered as sand unite, tightly binding each other’s fate together.
Casually making the rounds, Chen Ya even visited and bonded with his team members, before returning to his cell satisfied.
He was currently very pleased with their activation online.
After all, past online orders always tasked them to simply kill and kill again, causing them to feel more and more like the villains the Upper City Council falsely accused them of being over time.
Not like Feng Mu’s orders, though they involved killing, the intention was noble, to help people turn good, unite the majority, very positive, reaffirming his belief in himself as a romantic and idealistic pioneer.
A pull of his hand, and a few bloodstained silver needles shot from his cellmates’ heads, diving back into Chen Ya’s sleeve.
Wang Jiao awoke from his dream, twisted his stiff neck, looking at Chen Ya washing his hands at the sink.
"Boss, you’re not asleep yet?" Wang Jiao asked casually.
"Oh, some dirt on my hands, washing it off before sleeping." Chen Ya flicked water droplets off his hands, took a towel hanging nearby and wiped them dry.
Wang Jiao gave an "oh" and lowered his voice, looking hesitant he asked, "Are we really doing it tomorrow?"
Chen Ya calmly looked at Wang Jiao: "Do you have other thoughts?"
Wang Jiao sighed: "I just think Prison Guard Feng is truly good. Look at these past days, other cells have been pushed hard by the prison guards, but Prison Guard Feng has never laid a hand on us, nor forced us to pay."
Wang Jiao said anxiously: "If we really kill Prison Guard Feng, then they replace him with another prison guard, our future days will be hard to bear."
Chen Ya gave Wang Jiao a deep look, as the boss, he had the duty to help his confused cellmates find their way in life, and spoke from the heart:
"The future is a distant concern, you must first stand firm and survive tomorrow, only then can you think on the future."
Wang Jiao’s face hardened, nodding heavily, extremely admiringly he said: "Boss, you’ve got a big heart, do you never hesitate?"
Chen Ya replied matter-of-factly:
"I never hesitate because my stance is unwavering from start to finish, you should learn from me, steadfastly uphold your stance so no matter what happens tomorrow, it’s the Destiny you chose, and you’ll face it calmly without blame or regret."
Wang Jiao found Chen Ya’s words sensible, and nodded thoughtfully: "Boss, you’re right, I understand."
Time, like a controlling black hand, silently and unresistibly turns everyone’s time to April 25th.
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