Chapter 260 The Pitiful Yet Hateful Hei Yuhao.
In the city squares of the Black World, the scene of Huo Yuhao and Wang Dong'er breaking up on the screen caused long-suppressed cheers to erupt.
"It should have been done a long time ago." A burly man slapped his thigh hard, his face extremely excited.
"Watching this whole journey has been incredibly frustrating. Those two old bastards were always putting on airs, treating Huo Yuhao like a fool. Now they've finally cut ties. It's a bit late, but at least they did the right thing."
"Yes," a Soul Master next to him chimed in, looking at the screen with a helpless, disappointed tone.
"Bai Yuhao and Bai Wangdong'er were incredibly stupid before. They believed everything they were told without any suspicion. Now that the truth is out, this is the attitude they should have. That so-called 'elder' sold them out so easily. What's the point of keeping that relationship? For New Year's?"
The murmurs among the crowd sounded particularly sharp.
The Soul Masters of the Black World showed unprecedented approval for this separation of the White World.
"That's more like it. We should have cut ties with those guys a long time ago," someone shouted.
"Now let's see how they explain this to Tang San!"
"I think Bai Yuhao and Bai Wang Dong'er should have figured things out by now, and their future scenes will be much more exciting. I hope to see them tear those hypocrites to shreds soon."
The crowd was in high spirits, and everyone was looking forward to the White World's counterattack.
However, just as they were about to continue discussing the White World's revenge plan, the color of the sky suddenly changed.
The once clear image of the tea room gradually faded, replaced by a somber scene.
[In the scene depicting the sky.]
The scene in the sky quickly shifted back to the darkness.
That's the entrance to the Haotian Sect in the Underworld.
Under a gloomy sky, rain poured down.
[Huo Yuhao, from the underworld, was soaked to the bone, his clothes clinging to his body, stained with mud and blood. His hands trembled as he cradled the lifeless Wang Dong'er in his arms.]
His steps faltered as he climbed the steps of the Haotian Sect.
Just as he stepped onto the steps, several figures flashed out from within the sect; it was Titan and Niu Tian.
Before Huo Yuhao could even speak, Titan's hand had already slapped him.
With a loud thud, Huo Yuhao was sent flying, crashing heavily onto the hard stone steps. Wang Dong'er, whom he was holding, slipped from his arms due to the momentum and fell, covered in dirt.
"Useless!" Niu Tian's voice held no sadness, only undisguised anger and disdain. "Is this how you protect Dong'er? I told you to protect Dong'er, and you actually killed him?"
"I..." Huo Yuhao lay on the ground, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth. He struggled to crawl over and hug Wang Dong'er, but Titan immediately stomped on his back.
The sound of bones breaking was clearly audible.
"You piece of trash, how could you do this to Dong'er?" Titan cursed, kicking Huo Yuhao in the stomach again.
Huo Yuhao lay in the mud, offering no resistance, not even a defensive stance. His eyes were vacant as he stared at Wang Dong'er lying on the ground, filled with guilt and despair.
"I'm sorry...it's my fault..." Huo Yuhao's voice was extremely weak. "It's my fault...it's my fault for not protecting her..."
"Useless?" Niu Tian sneered. He squatted down, grabbed Huo Yuhao's hair, and forced him to look up. "You're more than just useless. Dong'er was truly blind to have fallen for such a piece of trash!"
In the plaza of the underworld, the air instantly cooled when the Soul Masters witnessed this scene.
The crowd, which had just been excited about the break with the White World, fell silent.
"Those two old dogs again!"
A Soul Master looked at Huo Yuhao, who was so humble he was practically covered in dust in the sky, and grabbed his hair tightly. "How pathetic. Huo Yuhao from the White World already knows the truth and is preparing to clean house. But Huo Yuhao from our world is still kneeling here begging for forgiveness?"
"Hasn't he realized it yet?" The voice next to him was hoarse. "Titan and Niu Tian are clearly disgusted with him in their words. Where is there even a trace of pity for him or Wang Dong'er? Huo Yuhao of the underworld is truly both pitiful and hateful."
"Yes." Someone sighed in agreement. "You could say he's pitiful, and he really is. He's still clinging to the corpse, begging for forgiveness, completely unaware that he's actually being completely manipulated."
"You could say he's hateful, and he really is. He's been reduced to almost inhumanity by Black Shrek."
"This contrast is truly heartbreaking to see."
A middle-aged Soul Master shook his head, turned around, and didn't want to look at the boy who was being kicked and beaten at will anymore.
"The one in the White World has finally figured it out, while this guy over here is still being fooled and manipulated. The difference is just too big. I really want to rush into the Sky Curtain, pull him up, and show him what kind of people these are."
Anger, helplessness, and contempt.
This sentiment spread across the square. The Soul Masters of the Underworld were accustomed to that ruthless law of survival. They found Huo Yuhao's behavior utterly incomprehensible.
"Why doesn't he fight back?" A young Soul Master stomped his feet in anger. "He's been beaten like this, the woman in his arms is dead, and he's still feeling guilty? Titan and Niu Tian are both looking down on him because he's worthless, and he's still apologizing?"
"This is the result of being brainwashed by Shrek's educational system." An old man said coldly, his hands behind his back. "If he doesn't experience a complete destruction and see with his own eyes how these so-called elders devour his flesh and blood, he will never wake up in his life."
"Huo Yuhao of this dark world is truly both pitiful and hateful."
Many people in the crowd were repeating this phrase.
Looking at the mud-covered, undignified boy in the picture, compared to the resolute and clear-headed avenger in the white world just now, the huge psychological gap made them feel an indescribable anxiety.
"If he had even half of Bai Yuhao's decisiveness, he wouldn't have ended up in this situation today."
"Forget it, stop watching." Someone interrupted. "Watching this idiot who only feels guilty will only make us angry. Let's look forward to how the White World will deal with Tang San."
The discussion in the square continued.
They looked at the two worlds, one that had emerged from its confusion and was ready to face the bloody storm of revenge;
The other is still struggling in the quagmire of lies, and hasn't even crossed the threshold of the truth yet.
This stark contrast became the greatest torment for the Soul Masters of the Underworld tonight.
(End of chapter)