txolops Chapter 183 Fury and Salvation
Chapter 183 Fury and Salvation
The spiritual energy descended, but instead of instantly obliterating him, it first completely destroyed his cultivation and shattered his dantian.
Then, golden flames slowly ignited, gradually burning his body.
This time the burning was very slow. Matsumoto Kenichi struggled in extreme pain for a full ten minutes before he was completely reduced to a wisp of black smoke and dissipated into the air, leaving not even a trace of his soul behind.
Having dealt with Matsumoto Kenichi, Shen Yu turned around and looked at the broken sword on the ground and the little wooden demon carving at the center of the magic circle.
He raised his hand and waved it, and two golden streams of spiritual energy landed on the knife and the wooden carving respectively.
The golden light gently enveloped the souls of the children, as well as the souls trapped in the wooden carvings and suffering endless torment.
Their previously empty and resentful eyes gradually calmed down.
"Dust to dust, ashes to ashes. All past sins and suffering vanish with this. Go forth, go to the afterlife."
Shen Yu's voice carried a calming power.
As he finished speaking, the tiny, transparent shadows bowed deeply to him, then transformed into starlight and vanished into the air.
The spirit within the wooden carving nodded slightly to him before dissipating.
The broken sword and the wooden demon carving turned to ashes in the golden light, leaving not even a trace of yin energy behind.
The living room finally returned to calm, with only a faint scent of sandalwood remaining.
Jiang Xinlan walked to Shen Yu's side and gently tugged at his arm. She could sense that Shen Yu's anger had not completely dissipated.
"Don't be angry anymore, it's all over."
Shen Yu took a deep breath, suppressing his anger, and grasped her hand, the coldness in his fingertips gradually fading: "Yes, it's over."
At this moment, Su Mu, who had been slumped on the ground, finally came to her senses.
He watched everything unfold before him, saw the spirits of those children, and witnessed Matsumoto Kenichi's agonizing death, and his whole body trembled like a leaf.
His clothes were soaked with cold sweat, and his face was completely pale.
He finally realized that he had almost become an accomplice to this evil.
If Shen Yu hadn't arrived in time, he would not only have lost his life, but would have indirectly caused the deaths of many more innocent people.
Shen Yu turned around and his gaze fell on him.
Su Mu shivered, quickly scrambled to her feet, and bowed deeply to Shen Yu, her waist bent at almost a ninety-degree angle, her voice choked with emotion:
"Mr. Shen, thank you... Thank you for saving me... I was wrong, I was really wrong... I shouldn't have been so vain, I shouldn't have taken shortcuts..."
"You're welcome," Shen Yu said calmly.
"I'm not here to save you, but to clean up the remnants of the Nine Chrysanthemum Sect. However, although you didn't commit a major crime, you still offered your lifeblood to the little devil for more than half a month, sacrificing most of your fortune."
Su Mu's body stiffened. She raised her head, her eyes filled with fear: "Mr. Shen... I... what will happen to me?"
"If you continue to stay in the entertainment industry, you will be swept up by fame and fortune, become restless, and your luck will be depleted even faster. You won't live for more than two years."
Shen Yu looked at him and objectively stated the facts.
"If you retire from the entertainment industry now, leave this place of trouble, find a quiet place to live an ordinary life, do more good deeds and accumulate merit, you might be able to live another ten years."
Su Mu stood there, stunned, a complex expression on her face.
He worked hard for five years, dreaming of becoming famous and standing in the spotlight.
But now he understands that all that so-called fame and fortune is nothing but fleeting smoke. Compared to life, nothing else matters.
He recalled how he first started writing songs; back then, he simply loved music and wanted to sing his feelings to others.
I don't know when it started, but he became impatient for quick success and became unrecognizable.
"I see."
Su Mu took a deep breath, his gaze hardening. He bowed deeply to Shen Yu once more.
"Thank you for telling me all this. I've made up my mind, I'm leaving the entertainment industry."
"I will donate all my savings from these years to the Xinyu Charity Foundation to help trafficked children and students in impoverished mountainous areas. In the future, I will find a small city, become a music teacher, teach children to sing, and do good deeds."
His tone was calm, without the slightest resentment or regret, only the relief and relief of surviving a disaster.
Shen Yu looked at him, a hint of barely perceptible approval in his eyes. He didn't say anything more, only nodded: "Take care of yourself."
After saying that, he took Jiang Xinlan's hand and turned to leave the apartment.
Su Mu stood in the empty living room, looking at the bright moonlight outside the window, and let out a long sigh of relief.
The huge weight that had been pressing on his heart for more than half a month finally lifted.
Although he lost the chance to become a sensation and only had ten years left to live, he felt it was the best decision he had ever made.
He took out his phone, edited a Weibo post, and announced his official retirement from the entertainment industry.
Then, he called his agent and calmly announced his decision.
After hanging up the phone, he picked up the guitar with the broken string from the ground and gently plucked it.
As the familiar melody began to play, it was the first song he had ever written, about dreams and original aspirations.
Su Mu smiled, her eyes glistening with tears.
It's not too late for everything.
At the same time, Shen Yu and Jiang Xinlan went downstairs.
After thinking for a moment, Shen Yu dialed Lin Jianguo's number directly.
Although it was late at night, the call was answered almost instantly.
Lin Jianguo's voice was filled with obvious surprise and respect, and even his speaking speed increased slightly:
"Mr. Shen? Why are you calling me so late? Is there something you need our cooperation with? Just say the word, we're ready to go anytime!"
Since witnessing Shen Yu's strength firsthand during the ancient tomb incident, Lin Jianguo's regard for Shen Yu has reached a new level.
Unfortunately, Shen Yu always kept to himself and never took the initiative to contact them.
Upon receiving Shen Yu's call, even though he was already asleep, he immediately got up and quickly walked to the study, taking it very seriously.
"There's something that requires your military's involvement in a thorough investigation."
Shen Yu's tone was devoid of any pleasantries, carrying an unusual seriousness.
"Last night, I dealt with a Japanese Nine Chrysanthemum Sect heretical cultivator who had infiltrated China in Beijing."
"The Nine Chrysanthemum Faction?!" Lin Jianguo's voice instantly rose, filled with shock and barely suppressed rage.
"Those scumbags actually dare to come to China?! They haven't paid the blood debt they committed back then!"
He was certainly aware of the Nine Chrysanthemums Sect's true nature.
This most insidious and evil sect in Japan collaborated with the Japanese army during the war to forge evil artifacts using the souls of countless Chinese soldiers and civilians, their hands stained with blood.
Although it suffered heavy losses after the founding of the People's Republic of China, it never gave up its evil intentions and repeatedly sent people to infiltrate China to carry out sabotage. It is the number one target on the blacklist of special security departments.
"Hmm." Shen Yu responded lightly and continued,
"This heretical cultivator is named Matsumoto Kenichi, and he is the steward of the Nine Chrysanthemum Sect who is in charge of overseas evil cultivation."
He infiltrated China for six months, searching for sacrificial offerings in the entertainment industry to concoct a sinister and evil technique called "Hundred Ghosts Demon".
Most importantly, he possesses a natal evil blade, forged from the souls of ninety-nine Chinese children.
There was an instant, deathly silence on the other end of the phone.