Genius Beast Tamer

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The night was quiet with a desolate grayness, and the moon, hazy in the sky, seemed to reflect a desolate and lonely landscape.

The tiny candlelight, no bigger than a bean, flickered and ignited a strange, dazzling brilliance.

Is the news reliable?

Dressed in blood-red clothes, with a handsome face, in the dimly lit room, his voice was like that of a demon from hell, hoarse and deep, making people tremble and panic upon hearing it.

"Yes, the information is absolutely reliable, Master, rest assured." The jet-black crow, its feathers shimmering with an eerie green light, flapped its wings and landed on the shoulder of the man in blood-red clothes, speaking in a high-pitched, shrill voice.

"Very good." The voice carried a hint of laughter, but it was a sinister laugh.

The moon emerged from the clouds, its bright light streaming through the window into the dimly lit room, illuminating his handsome profile and revealing his features clearly—it was indeed the Blood King.

The Blood King at this moment was a world apart from the disheveled state he had been in when he went to the Ruo Mansion during the day and was smashed by Ruoxue.

His eyes were gloomy and dark, with a hint of bloodlust. His blood-red clothes further accentuated his bloodthirsty nature. In this dimly lit room, he was like a demon who had been living in darkness for many years.

"Master, that woman is playing tricks on you like this, how should we deal with her?" the raven asked again, its voice carrying a malicious laugh.

"Zangwu, what do you think is the best way to deal with her?" A cruel smile crept onto the Blood King's lips.

A shrill laugh escaped the crow's throat. Its dark eyes narrowed, and it chuckled sinisterly, "There's still plenty of the drug we gave her last time. Master, would you like to give her another dose? This time, we'll find her the ugliest person in the world, or perhaps a beggar or a leper in the mortal realm, so she can truly taste the consequences of offending our master!"

"She's not ugly anymore." The Blood King narrowed his eyes and smiled kindly. "Now that she's not ugly, there's no need to play these tricks anymore. I can't bear to part with her."

"Huh?" The crow blinked, looking somewhat surprised. "Master, you haven't really fallen for her, have you? She toyed with you like that, shouldn't you have torn her to pieces?"

The Blood King reached out and gently stroked the raven's feathers, his smile extremely eerie. "The more unattainable something is, the more I desire it. Once I have it, it's not too late to discard or destroy it."

The crow thoroughly enjoyed its master stroking its feathers, comfortably squinting its eyes and letting out a shrill, sinister laugh: "Master is truly brilliant!"

"Heh." The Blood King twitched the corner of his mouth and let out a cold laugh.

A sliver of white moonlight blurred his vision. The Blood King raised his head, his gaze slowly fixed on the bright, round moon high in the sky. A cold, disgust flashed in his eyes. He always felt a deep-seated aversion to anything white or bright, an uncontrollable urge to destroy it. A strange, bloodthirsty red light erupted from his eyes, shooting straight into the sky. The bright moon instantly dimmed, and dark clouds swept in, turning the night sky eerily gloomy.

Ruofu.

Ruoxue lay calmly on the bed, but suddenly her brows furrowed tightly...

In her dream, childhood memories surfaced. Starving and freezing, she huddled in a ball, the conversation she heard making her tremble with fear.

Not fighting for food means they want to die, to be free.

I never imagined that I would be dissected after death. How terrifying, how terrifying...

Suddenly, someone screamed. She turned around and saw a child beside her, convulsing and writhing weakly on the ground, his face contorted in pain and his breath growing weaker.

"Dead?" A child went up to look, showing no fear, but rather indifference.

Hearing the commotion inside, two guards rushed in.

Having only heard their voices, Ruoxue still couldn't help but tremble when she saw them in person.

The two men were of different types. One was burly and tall with dark skin and a terrifying scar on his face that was nearly ten centimeters long and resembled a centipede.

The other person was very thin and tall, wearing thick glasses, with a smile on his lips and a madly obsessed look in his eyes, staring intently at the dead child.

That look in his eyes was filled with excitement and bloodlust; it was cruel and terrifying.

The tall, thin man reached out and touched the child's chest, sneering, "I knew this child was sick all along; it's a miracle he's still alive."

The tall man yanked the corpse along the ground, dragging it away as he did so, saying to another man, "You little rascal, you're in for a bit of fun. But I didn't expect this kid to die even faster than the other one!"

Ruoxue knew that this man was the one who enjoyed dissecting people, and she could already imagine the horrific things this dead child would have to face. She also knew that the one they were referring to was herself.

Ruoxue pursed her lips tightly, trying to be brave and not be afraid. But at that moment, the man who liked dissection suddenly looked at her with expectant eyes, a perverse look that seemed to anticipate her death. The cruelty was laid bare.

As she watched the body being dragged away, she noticed the child's half-blackened head lying on the ground. No one else paid any attention to what was left behind after the body was dragged away. Quietly, she moved over there little by little and carefully hid the half-blackened head.

For a six-year-old child, she doesn't understand where people go after they die. Perhaps even an adult can't explain clearly what happens after death.

She dared not take the risk. If she died, she would remain inside her body, still be conscious, and still feel pain. How could she endure the agony of dissection?

Wanting to die, wanting to starve to death, is because one wants to be free, but if even after death one is dissected, then it's better to live!

Her will to live suddenly surged, and she stared intently at the empty porridge bucket.

She would not let herself go hungry again; she had to live. If dying was more painful than living, then she had to live!

She quietly lowered her head and took a bite of the blackened scalp hidden in her sleeve. It was hard, dry, and rancid, but to her, it was delicious and the strength to live.

From then on, she began to rob; she learned that if you want something, you have to take it by force.

The number of children in the house dwindled until only ten remained.

One day, instead of porridge or a head full of blackened hair, she was presented with a sumptuous feast. She had even forgotten what chicken, beef, and mutton tasted like.

The ten people stared intently at the table full of dishes, looking incredulously at the man who had brought them.

The man, dressed smartly, was probably not even thirty years old, but when he spoke, his voice was like that of God or the devil: "Only one person can eat."

Ruoxue was terrified. She would never forget that voice. It was the God who had saved her life and stopped those people from killing her, and also the demon who had brought her here.

They thought it would be a robbery like before, where whoever grabbed it would keep it. But then the voice said eerily, "Only the last person alive can eat."

Before Ruoxue could react to her return, children rushed towards her, trying to kill her.

It's ridiculous that people would kill each other for a meal. She had already seen children killing their companions in the distance. She tried to avoid being pounced on, but no one spared her.

The three children actually joined forces at this moment, wanting to kill her.

This is clearly a strategy of first joining forces against external enemies and then fighting amongst themselves, but it is also the most direct approach.

Ruoxue's body was very small, and soon the two children each grabbed one of her arms, pinning her down so she couldn't move.

She thought she was going to die, but then she heard a child on her right whisper, "Let's join forces and kill them both."

Ruoxue was stunned. Why would she say such a thing? She was doomed to die, so why would she join forces with someone as weak as her?

But then she realized that it was because she was weak that the other party had joined forces with her. They knew that if she died, she would be isolated and helpless, and the other two would join forces to kill her first, since she was the strongest of the three.

Ruoxue nodded carefully.

The child on the right secretly slipped a shard of broken bowl into her hand and said in a soft voice, "When that person comes over, I'll let go of your hand. You then stab the neck of the person holding you, and I'll deal with the one who comes over."

Ruoxue nodded slightly, her gaze falling on the child who was walking towards her with a wooden stick.

As the man approached, the child on the right suddenly released her. Her reaction was also extremely fast. Before the child on the left could react, she tightly gripped the porcelain shard and forcefully stabbed it towards the child's neck.

Instantly, the aorta bled, and the child stared wide-eyed in terror, clearly not yet realizing what had happened, before struggling to breathe and collapsing to the ground.

The child who teamed up with Ruoxue was fighting with another child who was wielding a wooden stick.

Ruoxue stared blankly at the child on the ground, watching the blood flow out and spread to her feet. Her body trembled involuntarily.

This was her first time killing someone.

She was scared, she was really scared.

But if I don't kill her, I'll be the one who dies.

"What are you all standing there for! Help me!" the child who had joined forces with Haro Xue shouted.

Ruoxue suddenly came to her senses and looked at the two children fighting. She was somewhat surprised that both of them knew kung fu. Obviously, the child who was fighting with her was more skilled, but the other child had a wooden stick, which was why the two were evenly matched.

She wanted to rush over to help the child who had joined forces with her, but her steps suddenly stopped.

That child could betray the two children who were originally allied with her. So, if I go up now, I'm very likely to become her shield. If the stick hits me, she can take the opportunity to kill the other child. But what will happen to me after that child dies?

death!

It's death!

What happens after death?

Her gaze fell on the corner, a hint of excitement on her face, as she looked at the corpses on the ground—the man who loved dissection!

No! I don't want to die! If I were going to die, why would I have fought with those children for food for so long!

From the day she swallowed the blackened steamed bun that fell from the dead man's hand, she wanted to live, and her only purpose was to live!

"Hey! Come help me!" the child called out again.

Ruoxue turned to look at her, but suddenly trembled and screamed, "I killed someone, I just killed someone, it's so scary, dead people are so scary..." She squatted down, her whole body trembling, but her lowered eyes were clear and cold.

"Pah! Useless!" The child spat, his eyes filled with coldness and mockery. He glared at the child holding the stick and cursed, "You think I'm afraid of you just because you have a stick! At worst, I'll take your life if I get hit!" He had intended to use that coward as a shield, but he hadn't expected her to be so timid. Oh well, he'd just take the hit!

Ruoxue glanced at the two wrestling and sneered inwardly. She was right; the other woman wanted her to carry the stick.

Since you are so heartless, why bother with morality? Our cooperation is over!

At this moment, Ruoxue may not have noticed that her gaze was gradually becoming ruthless and indifferent, and she was no longer the person she used to be.

She crept closer to the child she had killed, reaching out to touch her neck. A third of the shard was sticking out. She slowly pulled it out, holding it tightly in her hand, hiding it in her sleeve. She moved slowly away from the corpse, continuing to feign fear and trembling, while her eyes remained warily fixed on the two children wrestling together.

That child was indeed very agile. He blocked the blows from the wooden stick twice with his hand, then grabbed another child by the neck and choked him hard until the other child stopped breathing.

By this time, the child had long since lost all strength and sat wearily on the ground, his arm aching, clearly broken.

She looked at the trembling Ruoxue with disdain, not taking Ruoxue seriously at all, as if she had already won. Her gaze fell on the table of food, and a confident smile appeared on her lips.

Ruoxue looked at her in fear, trembling as she asked, "You killed that person? Did we win?"

"Heh!" The other person sneered, looking at Ruoxue with amusement, and beckoned with a finger, saying, "Come and help me up."

Ruoxue cautiously looked at the child lying on the ground holding a wooden stick, and asked fearfully, "Is he really dead? Could it be a case of feigned death?"

"None of my men would fake their death!" the child laughed arrogantly, his voice filled with displeasure. "Come help me up, we're allies!"

"Mmm, okay!" Ruoxue nodded vigorously, but her steps were very small, still somewhat afraid as she asked, "Are they really all dead? Could there be some who didn't die?"

"How could that be! Don't be afraid, come and help me, I'm too exhausted to fight anymore." The child sneered, reached for the wooden stick, and played with it, thinking to himself that when that coward got close, he would smash her skull!

Ruoxue walked over tremblingly, but a fierce glint flashed in her eyes: even if she loses one hand, she must survive!

The two had their own agendas, and the onlookers all smiled.

The tall man leaned close to the well-dressed man and whispered, "Boss, it looks like this coward is going to die. That kid was obviously planning to kill her with that stick, yet he walked over like an idiot."

"Oh? Is that so?" The well-dressed man smiled gently, his gaze towards Ruoxue extremely amused. He had clearly seen the child dig something out of the dead man's neck. Was he really scared? Not necessarily!

"I also thought she was doomed, yet she still walked over there." Another man in black sneered, looking at Ruoxue with disdain.

"Not necessarily." The man in blue smiled with interest. "Perhaps the outcome will be unexpected."

"There's no way anything could go wrong. That kid is skilled in martial arts and has potential. He's also smart and knows how to take advantage of that coward!" The middle-aged man beside him smiled, clearly admiring the child.

The tall, thin man standing to the side, the one who enjoyed dissections, smiled strangely and said, "Good martial arts skills mean a good neck bone; dissecting someone like that must be very exciting!"

"Are you crazy? That child will be part of our organization in the future; she's not someone you can mess with." The tall man looked at the tall, thin man with a wry smile, and laughed, "You could dissect that coward and see if her gall bladder is particularly small!"

The tall, thin man smiled strangely, but did not refute anything further.

Ruoxue had already walked to the child's side, and said in a very soft and weak voice, "Let me help you. Is your hand alright?" As soon as she finished speaking, the child suddenly raised the wooden stick and smashed it hard towards Ruoxue's head. Ruoxue seemed to have been prepared, and her body suddenly stopped trembling. She looked at the child with a cold gaze, reached out and firmly gripped the wooden stick, and used her other hand to stab the child's neck.

The child was startled by Ruoxue's actions and tried to stop her attack, but it was too late. One of her hands had been crippled in a fight with another child, and now her other hand was gripping a wooden stick and attacking Ruoxue. She had no spare hand to block Ruoxue's attack.

The sound of flesh being ripped apart echoed in the blood-soaked room. The child's carotid artery was severed instantly, and blood gushed out like a waterfall. The child was already exhausted from the previous struggle, and this fatal blow was unexpected. Her previous disdain and arrogance had become her fatal weakness. Now she regretted it, but it was too late. Her breath gradually disappeared in her regretful and angry gaze, and her eyes became empty and lifeless.

"How is this possible!" The tall man stared in disbelief, his mouth agape, his jaw almost dislocated.

"Hehe, I knew it! People who know martial arts must have strong necks. It would be really exciting to dissect them!" The tall, thin man rubbed his hands together, laughing excitedly.

Ruoxue looked at her palm in pain. She had just risked taking that blow, and now her palm was bleeding and the bones in her hand were slightly deformed.

"Very good, you can go eat now." That voice, like that of God and like that of the devil, rang out.

Ruoxue looked at the man, who had a gentle smile on his face, but she felt a tremor in her heart.

From that day on, she underwent all sorts of inhuman training, almost dying each time. But after pushing her limits time and time again, she seemed to be reborn, becoming stronger, and killing became a numb job.

"Why are you frowning so much? Having a nightmare?" A voice shattered the dreamscape that had brought back all her memories. Ruoxue abruptly opened her eyes, only to be met with a devilishly handsome face. He wore a gentle smile, as bright as the sunshine, which made her slightly dazed. But it was only for a moment before she came to her senses and said angrily, "Why is it you again!"