Yin Xiu slept well that night, but for some reason, not only did the little tentacles not wake him up, but even Yin Tianrui, who should have arrived early, did not appear, so he slept until he woke up naturally.
The moment he opened his eyes, he met the tiny tentacles that were spread out on his pillow.
The little tentacle immediately flipped over and sat up, "Boyfriend! You're awake!"
It was overjoyed, but before it could enjoy its joy for even two seconds, Yin Xiu grabbed its antennae and shook it. "Did you eat Yin Tianrui or any of the other people who came to call me? Spit it out now."
"Huh? I ate one last night!" the little tentacle exclaimed. "Was it someone my boyfriend knows?"
"Last night?"
"Yes," the little tentacle said, its eyes clearing, "I swallowed them first so they wouldn't disturb my boyfriend's sleep!"
Yin Xiu remained silent. If it was something that happened last night, it was most likely a divine messenger. Did Yin Tianrui arrive last night?
He shook his head. "Spit it out and show me first."
"Okay." The little tentacles obediently dug into its mouth, trying its best to spit out the man it had swallowed last night.
Judging from his attire, he was a divine messenger, and it was unclear what he had been through; his face was blank, his pupils dilated, and after being spat out, he didn't run away, but instead muttered in panic, "Monster... there's a monster..."
Yin Xiu stared at his disheveled face and looked him over. "If it's not Yin Tianrui, swallow it back."
"Oh." The little tentacle let out another gulp and swallowed the man who was muttering to himself.
"If you swallowed a divine messenger who came to disturb you, then why didn't Yin Tianrui come to call me...? I was originally planning to come this morning, what happened?" Yin Xiu frowned, grabbed a small tentacle next to him, and turned to stomp downstairs.
He has to go and check on them. They haven't come yet so late; something must have happened last night!
Yin Xiu flung open the door of the dilapidated wooden house. He had just stepped out of the door, ready to leave, when he was suddenly stunned by the scene outside.
This area, almost entirely populated by slaves, was now filled with many black-clad divine messengers squatting outside his door. They didn't go in, but instead hesitated, even muttering, "It's already dawn, why don't you go in and take a look?"
"Then go in and take a look. I'll be at the very back anyway."
"No, it's still eerie inside even when it's light out. I feel a chill here, and I'm scared."
"We can't just sit here forever, so who's going to go check on things?"
While everyone was arguing endlessly, Yin Xiu stepped forward on his own.
A group of people watched as the dangerous man they had been searching for all night emerged, clutching a black, eye-like object in his hand. Instantly, the entire street fell silent.
Yin Xiu understood; because these divine messengers were squatting here, they couldn't come looking for him.
The messengers of the gods understood then that the terrifying monster was with this dangerous man! That made sense! They explained why such a terrifying thing existed in the city blessed by the gods! It was brought along by this terrifying man, and everything made sense.
The divine messengers stood up and surrounded Yin Xiu with overwhelming force, preventing him from leaving.
Yin Xiu silently drew his sword, not minding killing again today.
But before he could fully draw his sword, the noisy and menacing divine messengers all knelt down in unison with a thud.
This kneeling stunned Yin Xiu, who was drawing his sword.
"What's wrong?" His voice sounded even a little more affectionate, as if he was drawing his sword not to kill these people, but to comfort them.
"Um…we heard that you're not completely unable to communicate. We don't mean to harm you, we just want to beg you." They stammered, then looked up, their faces filled with helplessness. "Could you come with us to the main city?"
"The God of Fortune wants to see you. If we can't find you, we will be reduced to slaves, and our lives will be worse than death. So please, come with us to the main city!"
A group of people kowtowed repeatedly, their voices rising and falling, leaving the slaves in the distance dumbfounded.
Is it real that the noble messengers of the Twin Cities are kneeling in a large group, kowtowing to a strange man?
Yin Xiu was already planning to go to the main city, and this was in accordance with his wishes, but he still lazily said, "What benefit would I get from helping you? I'm not going."
The messengers were deathly pale, on the verge of tears. "Please, we'll do anything you ask! In this Twin Cities, once you become a slave, you'll never see the light of day again. It's worse than death! Please help us! We're willing to be your slaves!! In the main city, whatever you ask for, we'll grant it!"
"Yes, yes! All the messengers of the gods will obey your commands! If we die today, it will be their turn tomorrow. They don't want to be enslaved, so they will all be willing to listen to you, as long as you have a kind heart and come with us to see the God of Fortune!"
Please!
The divine messengers were also helpless. They couldn't defeat Yin Xiu in a fight, nor could they bind him. Even with so many people here, they couldn't harm Yin Xiu in the slightest. Moreover, this man was holding a terrifying monster in his hand, so they had no chance of completing their mission.
The dignity of the divine messenger is worthless. Once he's been reduced to a slave, he's nothing. Even kneeling down and begging him now is nothing!
They should agree to the requests that need to be granted, since it doesn't matter whose request they listen to anyway. If they fail to complete the mission from the God of Happiness, they won't have a good life in the future. It's better to bow their heads now, rely on their own efforts to save their lives, and deal with the rest later.
Moreover, if they insist on going head-to-head with Yin Xiu, they will only die on the spot.
After seeing the divine messengers who were killed last night, the remaining divine messengers all came to terms with it.
Fortune will not favor them; it will only make them more unfortunate.
Yin Xiu was quite surprised to see that the divine messengers had come to terms with it. These people seemed to be very wealthy and happy in their lives, but in reality, they had long been abnormal due to the long-term pressure.
They are now divine messengers, but they are still a hair's breadth away from being slaves. They are like people standing on the edge of a cliff, teetering on the brink of collapse, constantly worried that they will fall and become slaves. They are physically well off, but mentally exhausted.
Ultimately, they had long harbored rebellious intentions under the oppression of the rules, but they did not resist out of fear. The Twin Cities only needed a fuse, and Yin Xiu's appearance was that spark.
"Alright then." Yin Xiu lazily put the half-drawn sword back in. "Then I'll reluctantly go to the main city with you."
"If I ask you anything about the main city on the way, and you dare to hide anything, I'll make sure you don't even have a chance to be slaves."
He revealed a cold gaze, and the small tentacles in his hand also bared their fangs and claws, showing a fierce appearance.
The group of people nodded quickly.
The big boss overestimated them. With this combination, how could they dare to do anything?