Demonic Dao Fanfiction: Protecting You from Worries for a Lifetime

That year, Xue Yang was only ten years old. Chao Yang took Wei Ying, Xue Yang, Meng Yao, and Fen Hua to a remote village deep in the mountains to provide free medical treatment. At first, everything seemed peaceful and normal. However, as time passed, a shocking truth gradually surfaced. In this remote village, someone had established a brothel. This wasn't the most shocking thing; the most unbelievable thing was that all the women and girls in the village were trapped in this brothel, forced to provide services for the men in the village.

From the age of fifteen, the women of the village were doomed to a life of misery. Any male child they gave birth to was forcibly taken away by the villagers, while female children were left in brothels, bound forever to this dark place. The root of all this was the arrival of several outsiders. At the time, the village was almost entirely composed of bachelors, and those outsiders happened to have two daughters. As time passed, these two girls grew up and became the objects of pursuit by all the bachelors in the village.

At first, everything seemed peaceful, with nothing major happening. However, as time went on, the villagers began to resent each other, each eager to find a wife. Eventually, the conflict escalated into a tragedy. The villagers went so far as to kill all the men from outside their families, while the women were taken by the entire village. Perhaps having tasted success, the villagers began to believe that this method could solve the problem of bachelors, so they began to target women from outside their families.

To satisfy their own selfish desires, villagers even send people to abduct women from outside or use other means to force them to stay in the village. The village's customs have been completely distorted, leaving women and girls without rights, reduced to mere tools and reproductive machines. They are trapped in this dark abyss their entire lives, unable to escape.

Xue Yang still vividly remembers the day his uncle Chaoyang's rage was so intense, it seemed as if it would burn the entire world to ashes. That day, he, Wei Ying, Meng Yao, Fen Hua, and his uncle went on a killing spree, slaughtering every male in that village without exception. Chaoyang even wiped out the surrounding villages, and even now, those villages are monitored to prevent such incidents from happening again.

However, when they rescued the imprisoned women, they found that these women had already lost their human thinking. Their eyes were empty, as if they had been dead for a long time.

Unwilling to let the women continue to struggle in pain, Chaoyang decided to offer them a way out. With the exception of infants and women who still had cognitive abilities, Chaoyang performed euthanasia, allowing them to leave this world with their dreams. These women were buried in a place filled with sunshine, beautiful scenery, and flowers.

It also made Xue Yang remember that day deeply and the tragic fate of those innocent women.

Wei Ying noticed that Xue Yang had understood and nodded in confirmation. The two exchanged glances, each reflecting a glimmer of understanding.

Wei Ying turned around and met Lan Wangji's puzzled gaze. "Second Master Lan, don't you understand?"

"Please, Master Wei, please enlighten me?" Lan Wangji asked calmly.

Wei Ying answered the question irrelevantly, "It seems Second Young Master Lan rarely gets close to the lives of ordinary people."

“What do you mean?” Lan Wangji frowned slightly, a hint of doubt in his eyes.

Wei Ying simply smiled softly and made no response. Instead, he turned his head and gazed deeply at the vast expanse of the ocean. A faint melancholy could be seen in his eyes, as if he were reminiscing about something, or pondering the various possibilities of the future.

Even Xue Yang, who was usually carefree and unconcerned about details, showed some unusual emotional fluctuations at this moment. He was no longer as playful as usual, but had a serious expression on his face, as if he was troubled by some deep thoughts.

The air around them seemed particularly solemn because of their silence, as if even time had stopped at this moment, waiting for their thoughts to return to reality.

Lan Wangji didn't press the issue. He followed their gaze, looking out to sea, pondering Wei Ying's words. He rarely encountered common people, and knew little about their lives. But his curiosity was piqued. What exactly was Wei Ying trying to show him? Or perhaps, what truth did he want him to understand?

At this moment, a gentle sea breeze blew quietly, bringing with it the freshness and moisture of the ocean. It lightly passed by the three people, like a gentle caresser, gently lifting the hair on their foreheads, making them feel a sense of coolness and comfort.

Wei Ying turned and said to Lan Wangji beside him, "Second Master Lan, we will know the answer shortly. For now, let's continue searching to see if there are any remaining spirits in this village."

Lan Wangji nodded slightly, "Yeah."

Wei Ying suggested, "According to the route, we should first visit the residences of the other deceased, and then go to the Zhao family."

Lan Wangji said, "Yes."

Unfortunately, after a thorough inspection of the village, the three of them found nothing except that the deceased's home was filled with a greater sense of resentment than the other houses. They observed from different angles and positions, trying to find any clues, but ultimately found nothing suspicious. Finally, they arrived at the Zhao family's house, which stood out as a particularly eerie sight in the village.

As soon as they stepped through the threshold, an indescribable musty smell filled the air, as if to tell of the mansion's old age and desolation. Wei Ying, Xue Yang, and Lan Wangji walked slowly forward, touring the small living room and two bedrooms. Wei Ying and Xue Yang emerged with gloomy faces.

They all frowned at the same time, exchanged glances, and said in unison: "The death of the Zhao family was definitely not a sudden and natural death."

"Why?" Lan Wangji couldn't help but ask.

"It's so messy, and the things aren't in the right place." Wei Ying stood in the center of the room, looking around, his brow furrowed. Various debris was scattered on the floor, and the items on the table were also in disarray, as if they had been hastily rummaged through. The furniture was covered in thick dust, looking particularly old and messy. Some items had obviously been knocked over and hastily picked up, leaving obvious marks. The entire room gave off a feeling of clutter and disorder, as if nothing was where it should be.

"It's a mess... Isn't this normal? Is there something wrong with these things?" Lan Wangji asked doubtfully, looking at the tables, chairs, benches and other things in the room.

This cannot be blamed on Lan Wangji. He is the second son of the Gusu Lan family. He has been treated with respect and dignity since childhood, and the Lan family has strict family rules. Naturally, he lacks a deep understanding of the daily lives of the people.