The Monsters All Covet Him - Chapter 36

In an instant, the temple became a site for deicide.

They began by stuffing a rag into Lin’s mouth. Four or five men swarmed him, pinning the blind youth to the ground.

At the same moment, Fu Bai had a gun pressed against his temple. He closed his eyes; if he and the Evil God both perished here today, humanity would truly have no reason to fear ever again.

Bang— Bang— Bang—

Several shots rang out in succession. Fu Bai, eyes still closed, let out a sigh. He opened them; the curse dictated that he could only die once he had tasted every possible agony.

Therefore, even with a bullet through his temple and sharp pain piercing his brain, he could not die.

It seemed his suffering was not yet intense enough.

Lin, however, having been struck by several bullets, lay in a pool of blood. The young Evil God remained motionless, looking as though he had truly died.

The leader of the group, a man named Wuto, observed Lin cautiously. He fired several more shots into Lin’s body until his magazine was empty.

Lin’s body became a mangled mess of flesh and blood. The white shirt Fu Bai had found for him was completely ruined.

Wuto scanned the room and asked cautiously, “He’s dead, right?”

“Reasonably speaking, there’s no way to survive that. But he is an Evil God… would he die so easily?”

“Never mind this guy for now. He has no combat power anyway; if he comes back to life, we’ll just kill him again. The problem is…”

Before the man could finish, their gazes shifted simultaneously toward Fu Bai, though none dared to meet his eyes.

Every single one of them had received Fu Bai’s favor. Without him, they would have long since died beneath the claws of the Silver Jiao—let alone lived to see the end of the war.

“I am sorry,” Wuto said, filled with regret. “Please understand, sir, we have no other choice.”

Blood flowed from both sides of Fu Bai’s temples. His naturally elegant face held no trace of aggression even when stained with blood. He should have smiled, nodded, and generously said, “I understand.”

But despite his efforts, the corners of his mouth refused to lift.

Time skipped back half an hour to the words he had spoken to Lin.

Repeating “I am sorry” ten thousand times could not hide the actual damage caused.

In the face of a raw, bleeding wound, a “sorry” uttered by the perpetrator to ease their own guilt only feels more mocking and disgusting.

Fu Bai could not smile. He forced himself to accept the outcome, but his face became distorted.

His acceptance of death did not conflict with the resentment in his heart.

As the bullets swept down, the searing heat scorched skin, bloodied holes tore open, and internal organs were punctured.

Broken tissue mixed with blood spilled from Fu Bai’s mouth as he spoke. “You cannot kill me; continuing is merely futile. If you are truly worried about me, you can cut off my limbs, imprison me, and watch me day and night.”

“Rest assured, aside from being unable to die, I have no special powers.”

Wuto hesitated. A second before he was about to agree, his expression turned to one of horror. “Everyone, get back! Get away from the Evil God!”

The shriveled body of Lin, whose blood had run dry on the floor, vanished. Immediately after, a new youthful body appeared beneath the pile of tattered clothes.

The boy opened his eyes, revealing a pair of indifferent, silver-white pupils.

The previous bullet holes were nowhere to be found on his body. The only scar remained on his arm, where the name 【Lin Yang】 was deeply carved.

This wound, which the Evil God had left on himself by choice, was not erased by his rebirth.

Lin’s silver-white eyes gazed at the crowd pointing guns at him, devoid of any emotion. “It was you who prayed. I never forced or enticed you. Why am I the one who must die? I do not accept this. I—”

“Quick! Keep firing! He can be killed by bullets! We’ll kill him as many times as he comes back!”

Bang— Bang— Bang—

Lin’s words were cut short. All the bullets that humans had been unable to fire at the Silver Jiao were now fired at the young Evil God.

Lin Yang stood between the humans and Lin.

It was human greed.

It was Fu Bai’s incompetence.

Choosing to use the Evil God, yet having no way to treat him fairly.

As he watched this hundred-year-old disaster, Lin Yang found he could neither stop the humans nor block the bullets. He loathed himself for being just as incompetent as Fu Bai.

After being repeatedly slaughtered, Lin finally understood that no one wanted to hear him speak. His eyes turned cold as he scanned the people present.

Every person who met Lin’s gaze clutched their eyes in agony.

“Aaaah! My eyes! It hurts so much! The Evil God is going to kill us! I knew he’d lose control sooner or later!”

Fu Bai was stunned. What happened to Lin’s eyes?

He looked into Lin’s eyes but felt no pain himself.

So, was Lin killing people by choice?

These people indeed deserved to die, but they were humans—the very humans Fu Bai had worked so hard to protect. Fu Bai pleaded, “Lin, please let them go. They are ignorant. If you truly feel resentment, kill me instead. If you die, you have a chance to start over, but if they die, they are gone forever. Lin, I beg of you.”

Lin lowered his gaze to look at Fu Bai. He said nothing, and the screams of agony ceased.

The humans remained wary. Seeing the Evil God motionless, they first tied up Fu Bai, then swiftly and decisively bound Lin. They gagged Lin’s face with a rag; from start to finish, Lin made no further move.

Bullets couldn’t kill him, so they were seeking a new method.

Dozens of kilometers away lay a mass burial pit. In the past, it held the dead; now, it held the living who could not die.

The living dead screamed heart-wrenchingly in the pit, answered only by the bullets of their relatives above.

Once it was confirmed that bullets were useless, the pit was doused in gasoline. A great fire erupted, with Fu Bai and Lin inside the flames.

Both could feel the pain of the fire licking their skin.

Fu Bai could barely endure it. Lin, however, had little tolerance for pain; since gaining consciousness, he had only been alive for less than half a year. He didn’t know how to swallow this ultimate, cruel agony.

Like the living dead, he tried to escape the circle of fire.

Bullets struck the feet Lin stepped out with and the hands he reached out.

The people on the edge laughed. “What kind of Evil God is this? Screaming in pain like that, his face is all distorted. How terrifying.”

Lin Yang swung his knife at the speaker, but the man remained unharmed.

Lin Yang’s eyes were pitch black. He could not stand to see unfairness poured out like this, could not stand to see one’s own pain projected onto others—even if the target was the ostensibly wicked Evil God.

Furthermore, was the young Evil God truly evil?

Lin Yang didn’t understand what Lin had done wrong to be treated this way. As the Evil God, Lin had even sealed the temple doors to stop the prayers.

It was greed and desire that had killed all the humans and Silver Jiao.

“I wish to pray!” Amidst the roaring fire, Lin Yang spoke. “I wish to pray! I pray for Lin to be released from all pain! I pray for Lin to lose his status as an Evil God! I pray for someone to take him away! I pray that he no longer possesses the ability to fulfill prayers!”

Lin Yang looked up at the dark, heavy sky. “I know you are there. You used my life to deceive Lin; you have been watching this place all along. Get out here! I am willing to pay the price!”

In a place of ultimate darkness, a pale youth with silver hair opened his silver eyes. He looked at the angry person in the distorted space-time who was shouting orders at him.

He spoke flatly, “You wish to pray to me regarding an illusion from a hundred years ago?”

Lin Yang heard the voice; it was indistinguishable from Lin’s.

In the dark sky, a single silver eye seemed to be watching.

Lin Yang stared at the sky and answered calmly, “It is not an illusion. Lin’s pain is real.”

The youth was puzzled. Pain?

To make such a heavy prayer just for a feeling as insignificant as pain?

“The past is the past. Even I cannot reverse it. I cannot accept your prayer.”

The silver eye in the sky vanished.

Lin Yang gritted his teeth. “Useless piece of trash!”

He turned back to the raging fire and leaped down, accurately embracing the charred, mangled Lin.

His transparent hands did not pass through Lin this time; he truly touched him.

This also meant that Lin Yang, leaping into the pit to endure the agony of the fire, still could not change anything.

Lin’s first instinct was to twist Lin Yang’s head off; he could no longer trust easily.

His hand, filled with killing intent, reached out—then froze.

He smelled Lin Yang’s scent. It was so familiar. The owner of this scent had once seemingly laughed and told him that Lin Yang was his lover.

“Lin… Yang?”

Huddled together with Lin, their flesh melting into one, Lin Yang smiled easily. “You remembered me. I don’t have to introduce myself this time.”

“I’m sorry,” Lin cried, his transparent tears already tinged with red. “I prayed for you to come back to life, but you still died and became a lonely ghost.”

Lin Yang thought that the one who should feel more pain was Lin, who had been killed several times and thrown into a fire. The Lin of a hundred years ago was truly foolish.

“No, I lied to you. I am not human. I am a monster that only you can see, existing only for you. Lin, this is not the end. We will meet again in the future.”

“Will I have a future?”

“Yes, you will.”

The fire swallowed Lin Yang, and new flesh grew on him instantly, though Lin could not yet do the same. He had to die completely before he could welcome a new birth.

A god is born from destruction.

Lin Yang knew that every time Lin died, his strength would grow.

This group of people was creating the nightmare of a hundred years later.

Gradually, Lin Yang could no longer cling to Lin’s back. He could only hold Lin as his flesh wasted away and his weight grew lighter.

His shriveled eyes could not see Lin Yang, and his mouth could no longer open.

His skeletal fingers pushed at Lin Yang.

Do not stay here.

Do not be trapped in this doomed present.

Lin Yang, leave this place. Go to the future and wait for me.

Lin Yang didn’t move. He sat in the fire, his cheek pressed against Lin’s scalding face.

He wouldn’t leave.

He was staying.

The fire burned for three days. Most of the crowd left, with only a few remaining to watch.

The pit was packed with the living dead who could not die even after being burned. Among them sat a beautiful youth with black hair and black eyes, tightly, tightly clutching a bundle of charcoal in his arms. In his palm were pink pearls.

The hunt had not reached its final chapter.

After they realized that even fire could not destroy Fu Bai and Lin, they transferred them into tiny cages, using every means to torture and slaughter them.

This lasted for decades.

Lin’s eyes, ears, and voice were all cursed.

Consequently, his eyes were repeatedly gouged, his ears were filled with sand, and his mouth was burned with iron.

The humans also gradually realized that the Evil God was becoming more and more terrifying. Those who had treated him cruelly grew even more afraid, and even more desperate to destroy him.

Fu Bai, who was also being tortured, went mad.

Ten years of accumulated pain had turned him into something neither human nor ghost.

After Fu Bai had completely lost his mind, those people suddenly remembered that since he could summon the Evil God, he must be able to suppress him.

They began to treat the mad Fu Bai.

The only one left in the iron cage was Lin.

Lin watched the back of Fu Bai being supported as he was led away, then suddenly began to slam frantically against the iron cage. He hadn’t spoken for too long; the sounds coming from his mouth were more like the growls of a monster.

Lin Yang crouched before the cage and reached out to touch Lin’s cheek. Lin could no longer see him.