cnatrainingtips Chapter 110's plot is so melodramatic!
Chapter 110's plot is so melodramatic!
"elder brother."
A soft call, seemingly transcending the boundary between life and death, echoed faintly in the quiet backyard.
Meng De's body stiffened instantly, as if struck by lightning.
He stared intently at the illusory figure formed from the light of the letter, his lips moving but no sound escaping.
The wind in the courtyard seemed to have stopped at that moment.
Chen You stood calmly to the side, watching this belated "reunion" of brothers.
In the interplay of light and shadow, Meng Tu gazes at his brother, who is both familiar and unfamiliar to him, with a complex expression.
That ordinary face was etched with weariness and helplessness.
I know you hate me.
Meng Tu's illusory figure spoke, his voice soft yet clearly reaching the ears of everyone present.
"I hate that I took Qing'er away, I hate that I made you lose face, I hate that I am your good-for-nothing brother, making you the laughing stock of Qianguang City."
Mengde's body trembled violently, and the veins on his forehead bulged out one by one.
On his cold, hard face, the icy pretense crumbled inch by inch, replaced by a hideous and painful expression as if his sore spot had been hit.
"Shut up!" he finally managed to squeeze out the two words.
Meng Tu's phantom merely looked at him sadly and continued speaking to itself.
"Brother, you're wrong. I took Qing'er away not to compete with you, but to protect her... and also to protect you."
The light and shadow flickered slightly, as if they might disappear at any moment.
"Our Meng family bloodline has been cursed."
These words struck Mengde's chest like a heavy hammer.
"Do you remember? When we were little, our father would always lock himself in the ancestral hall late at night, and we could hear his painful roars."
"Do you remember? Grandpa was clearly the strongest warrior in the family, but he suddenly went mad in his prime and committed suicide in front of the ancestral tomb."
"You think that's the price of pursuing power?" Meng Tu's phantom shook his head, his gaze becoming extremely solemn.
"No, it's because an inescapable shadow flows in the blood of our Meng family!"
"In the cemetery on the northern outskirts of Zhaocheng, I was targeted by a powerful vengeful spirit that tried to invade my body and take over my bloodline."
"During the confrontation, I glimpsed a glimpse of the truth... Our Meng family's ancestor once made a pact with some evil being."
"Using the blood of one's closest relatives as a sacrifice to gain power."
"The greater the power, the more terrifying the backlash from the curse."
"It will warp your mind, making you brutal and bloodthirsty, ultimately leading you to kill the person you love most with your own hands and complete a blood sacrifice."
Meng Tu's gaze pierced through the void and landed on Meng De, filled with endless heartache.
"Brother, you are more talented than me, and your desire for power is stronger than mine."
"If Qing'er stays by your side, given your love for her, she... will inevitably become the first sacrifice!"
"So, I have no choice but to take her with me. I'd rather you hate me for the rest of your life than see you go down that path of no return."
"Cough cough..." Meng Tu's phantom coughed violently, and the light became increasingly dim.
"The source of the curse lies on a stone tablet deep within our Meng family ancestral tomb."
"Brother, you're already so strong, please... please be careful... don't let power... blind you..."
His voice grew weaker and weaker.
"And Xiaoxiao... my daughter..." The light and shadow turned to the crying little girl, filled with reluctance.
"I'm sorry... Dad can't... stay with you anymore..."
The light and shadow glanced at Chen You one last time, as if it wanted to say something, but in the end it just turned into specks of light and disappeared under the cold moonlight.
The letter in Chen You's hand also turned to ashes.
The entire backyard fell into a deathly silence.
Mengde stood there, stunned, like a stone statue.
His brother's last words echoed in his mind, and the resentment, unwillingness, and pain that had been buried for many years were ruthlessly torn open at this moment.
The bloody truth beneath was revealed.
So that's how it is?
Was he not abandoned, but protected?
His supposedly formidable power was nothing more than a death warrant hanging over his head.
"ah--"
Mengde let out a roar that was suppressed to the extreme, his voice filled with regret, pain and confusion.
He slammed his fist into the weapon rack next to him, and the iron rack twisted and deformed instantly, while the heavy battle sword hummed loudly.
Chen You watched this scene without any emotional fluctuation; he even felt a little amused.
Goodness, this is classic melodramatic plot.
[The untold story of the muscular city lord and his brother's wife.]
Mengde...you truly live up to your reputation!
Just then, a new system notification finally arrived.
[Ding! Hidden clues for the quest "The Hero's Orphan" have been updated!]
You have uncovered the secrets of the Meng family, triggering a hidden epic quest—"The Curse of Bloodline"!
[Mission Objective: Go to the ancestral tomb of the Meng clan, find the stone tablet mentioned in Meng Tu's last letter, and investigate the source of the curse.]
[Quest Rewards: 50000 Experience Points, Thousand Light City Reputation +5000]
Looking at the mission description, Chen You couldn't help but guess: Tomb? Could it be another instance?
Well, the "transition animation" is over, time to get moving.
He walked over to Meng Xiao, squatted down, and gently wiped away the little girl's tears.
"Don't cry."
Meng Xiao raised her tear-filled eyes, looked at Chen You, and choked out, "Big brother... my father... he's really gone..."
Chen You paused for a moment.
He's not good at comforting people.
So he changed his approach, taking out a Qi-Nourishing Pill and stuffing it into the little girl's mouth like candy.
"Is it sweet?"
Meng Xiao, with the pill in her mouth, didn't react for a moment and nodded blankly.
"That's fine then." Chen You stood up, put the box away, then turned and walked towards the distraught city lord.
He looked at Mengde, his voice not loud, but unusually clear, breaking the suffocating atmosphere.
"Lord, where are our ancestors' tombs?"
There are no unnecessary twists and turns.
Meng De slowly raised his head, his crimson eyes fixed on Chen You.
It was filled with chaos, pain, and a hint of... inexplicable madness.
"You want to go?"
"This is my mission," Chen You said succinctly.
"A mission?" Mengde laughed nervously.
"You treat this as a quest? Foolish adventurer! You have no idea what you're up to!"
He suddenly stood up, his burly body exuding a powerful sense of oppression, and approached Chen You step by step.
His aura became extremely dangerous, and the air was filled with intense killing intent.
"My brother, that idiot, pinned his hopes on you?"
Meng De's gaze fell on Chen You's calm face, and he suddenly grinned, "Alright."
"You can go to the tomb."
"But you have to prove to me first that you are qualified."
He extended a finger, his eyes cold and crazed.
"Take this knife."
"If you survive, you can go wherever you want."
The moment the words fell, the whole world seemed to be quickly stained by a drop of ink thrown into water.
The cold moonlight, the twisted weapon rack, Meng Xiao, and the servant with a terrified expression.
Everything in sight faded and blurred rapidly, eventually turning into a pure gray-white expanse.
The surrounding environment is being reshaped by an invisible force field.
The ground beneath their feet was no longer made of bluestone slabs, but rather a round stone platform shimmering with runic luster.
All around was endless void, with only the chilling wind howling in their ears, carrying an intense and oppressive atmosphere of death.
[Ding! You have entered a special battle scenario—"The Court of Inner Demons".]