Insufficient balance

  "Feng Ge, you're out!" Feng Xiao had just exited the game cabin when he heard Yu Ruoyu's soft voice.

  Yuè Ruò was half-reclining on the sofa, her eyes gazing vaguely in his direction, with a hint of spirituality flickering in them.

  She once thought she had no right to love, even if she fell in love with a boy at first sight, but she didn't have the slightest hope and courage. However, when this man appeared beside her again and again, giving her surprise after surprise, giving her hope for life, and giving her warmth of home, that extravagant hope in her heart slowly began to sprout again.

  "You're really disobedient! You moved out of the room again, aren't you afraid of getting hurt?"

  In Yang Xi Ruo's exclamation, she had already been picked up at the waist and gently sent back to her room. Feng Yao quietly watched his beloved brother and new sister, with a faint smile on his face, and a hint of worry.

  Today is already the seventh day.

  Dinner time passed quietly in a warm atmosphere. The wind gently put down the bowl and spoon, and walked out of the room under Yang Xi's reluctant gaze.

  With the wind blowing, I stand with my back to it, hands clasped behind me, gazing up at the starry sky. My eyes sparkle with countless complex lights, like memories, like nostalgia, like pain, like hatred, like confusion, like determination.

  Every month at this time, he would stand on the balcony, gazing up at the waning moon in the sky until midnight.

  Time slipped away quietly, and Yang Xi had already fallen asleep. Feng Yao carried a few neatly folded clothes and walked quietly to Feng Xiao's side.

  "Brother, come back early."

  "Yao'er, don't worry about me, go to sleep early." Feng Xiao gently pinched her little nose.

  "Mmm!" Feng Yao smiled lightly and gently changed his clothes, finally putting a mask on his face with gentle care.

  Feng Xiao lightly kissed Feng Yao's face and his body transformed into a residual shadow, passing through the open window and disappearing into the vast night.

  Feng Yao returned to her room and quietly gazed at Xi Yue's elegant sleeping posture, yet she didn't feel the slightest bit sleepy.

  ……

  "It's been four months, and it's finally our turn again. I wonder who it will be this time." Nalan Yishuo's eyes flashed with pain, fear, and helplessness.

  The door was suddenly pushed open, and seeing that Grandfather was still in the room, Nalan Yirong was greatly shocked and hastily rushed in: "Grandfather, why are you still here? Hurry up and leave. The Shadow Wind is after people from the Nanyue Mountain Villa. As long as we get out of here, there won't be any danger."

  Nayue Manor, the headquarters of the Nalan family in Jinghua, is controlled by Nalan Yirong's second brother, Nalan Yishuo. He has two grandsons: Nalan Yihong and Nalan Yixuan.

  Nalan Yishuo waved his hand and said in a calm voice: "Everyone is still here, guarding this place, how can I leave? Moreover, every time Shadow Wind kills someone, it's never an important figure. His purpose is to make us fearful, to make us desperate."

  "What have our four great families done to offend Ying Feng that he would treat us like this?" Nalan Yihong gritted his teeth.

  "I don't know, no one knows." Nalan Yichuo shook his head in pain. It had been three years, and every month, the Blood Emperor would kill a member of one of the four major families, with an eerily fixed schedule - 11:50 PM on the 7th of each month. Before each action, he would transmit information about the target to be hunted through various means, letting them taste fear - because no matter how careful, no matter how strict the protection, the Blood Emperor had never missed a shot, always accurately taking away a life at the designated location and time, with only a flash of red light from his flying feather visible to the public.

  Everyone in Nam Yueh Village clearly remembered yesterday's scene.

  Liu, the maid sent by Nalan Yiping who married into the Ximen family, ran to Nanyue Manor yesterday in a fluster and told everyone she met: "The Blood Emperor's shadow wind is about to descend upon Nanyue Manor, taking away an existence that shouldn't be."

  No matter what others said to her or did to her, she didn't have the slightest reaction, only constantly repeating the same sentence. Finally, she fainted and fell to the ground. After waking up, she completely lost her sense of action and became a complete vegetable.

  "Swallow, what time is it?"

  "It's half past eleven."

  "Quickly gather all the people still in the mountain villa, assemble them in the main hall. We can't be intimidated by the Blood Emperor's reputation and we can't just sit and wait for death. Let everyone gather together and see how he makes his move." Nalan Yishuo stood up, his bones making a cracking sound.

  "Yes, Grandfather."

  ……

  The hall of Nam Yueh Manor was packed with people, yet it was eerily quiet, with several leaders nervously counting the number of people.

  "Two masters, no one is missing, everyone is here." The Golden Hall Master reported respectfully.

  "Alright! Let everyone be on high alert, pay attention to the surroundings and absolutely do not disperse." Nalan Juxue gave the order solemnly.

  "Yes, the second master." The five masters of gold, wood, water, fire, and earth immediately took action, gathering all the people in the central hall. The elites of the Nalan family were outside, the masters inside, surrounding Nalan Yichuo and two young masters tightly in the middle.

  The hall was so quiet that you could hear a pin drop, and only faintly hear the sound of different heartbeats. As time ticked by second by second, these people's heartbeats also got faster and faster, and even the hands of the Nalan family elites who were holding knives, swords, and guns began to sweat.

  The powerful Nalan family's Beijing residence was on high alert, with over 200 people guarding against one person. They didn't feel the slightest bit exaggerated or ashamed, because their opponent was Xue Yingying.

  The time had already pointed to 11:49, yet there was still no movement, and everyone let out a slight sigh of relief. Such an array, even the Blood Emperor's Shadow Wind wouldn't have a chance to make a move.

  "Heh heh, I think Shadow Wind won't be coming. We're all gathered together like this, ready to strike at a moment's notice. Even if he were a god, he wouldn't dare charge in recklessly." The Golden Hall Master chuckled, easing the tense atmosphere in the hall.

  "Yes, I think so too." The master of the Wooden Hall also let out a long sigh and suddenly felt a gentle breeze brush against his nose. He rubbed his nose in confusion and asked strangely: "Huh? This place is clearly sealed tightly, how can there be wind? Master Golden Hall, did you feel it?...Master Golden Hall?...Master Golden Hall?...Ah——Master Golden Hall is dead, Master Golden Hall is dead!!"

  The host's voice was like a thunderclap, stunning everyone in the scene, only to feel a chill rising from their spine - the tightly closed hall, the silent atmosphere, the airtight defense, and under the eyelids of 200 people, silently and quietly killing the host surrounded in the middle... Is this the terror of Xue Huang Ying Feng?

  Mudang's master's liver and gallbladder were about to burst, and he sat down on the ground with a thud. He couldn't understand why the person who was talking to him just a few seconds ago had died silently under his eyelids, without any wounds or bloodstains on his body.

  Eastern Blood Emperor, kills without blood. Only those who can use wounds that leave no blood and no scars to kill people can be called the true Blood Emperor.