"That's right. To put it simply, your father is going to sell you."

Wu Er once again transformed into a straightforward boy, bluntly throwing out this sentence at the girl.

Sima Jingshan, behind the door, first showed surprise, then slowly turned into confusion.

"What are you saying, senior?"

Sima Jingshan shook her head in confusion, "Sell me? Father has been very good to me, how could he possibly sell me?"

Wu Er, standing at the door, reached out and knocked on the door frame. "Although you may find it hard to believe, this is what I heard, and it should be true. They said they want to sacrifice you to the demon saint of the Southern Region."

Such a straightforward and unprepared statement was naturally not believed by the girl.

Sima Jingshan smiled politely and said, "Senior, you must have misheard. It is also the junior who needs to rest."

After saying this, Sima Jingshan reached out to close the door.

Fortunately, Wu Er reacted quickly, sticking out his arm to block the doorway, and said, "Wait, don't close the door yet."

"Squeak~"

Despite Wu Er's obstruction, the door was opened completely once again.

"Okay, I admit I was being a bit blunt, but it's definitely true."

Even Wu Er felt that he had been too blunt, so he added, "If you don't believe me, you can go ask your father. I think he will tell you the truth."

Sima Jingshan still didn't believe it, but seeing Wu Er's expression, she felt that he didn't seem to be lying.

So he asked, half-believing and half-doubting, "Senior, are you joking with me?"

"This is absolutely not a joke."

Hearing such a certain tone, Sima Jingshan pursed her lips, seemingly somewhat believing it.

After all, who would come to your door for no reason and say something with such certainty?

"Alright, I'll go with you to find my father. I hope you're not joking with me."

Sima Jingshan said this, then stepped out of the room and stood beside Wu Er.

After that, the two went to find Sima Nan.

Sima Nan was still in the main hall.

When Wu Er arrived at the main hall, he saw Sima Nan pacing back and forth in the hall, looking very uneasy.

"father!"

Sima Jingshan immediately called out and then went forward to Sima Nan's side.

"Jingshan?" Sima Nan was startled. "What brings you here?"

Perhaps Sima Jingshan was eager to find out, so she asked directly, "Father, are you going to sacrifice me to the Demon Saint?"

Upon hearing this, Sima Nan's face immediately darkened.

"Who said that to you?"

Sima Nan's voice lowered, and his arm trembled a few times.

Sima Jingshan didn't answer Sima Nan's question, but instead asked, "Are you going to sacrifice me?"

After this question, the whole room fell silent.

Sima Jingshan remained silent, Sima Nan did not reply, and Wu Er beside them simply watched silently.

The atmosphere was frozen solid.

Actually, Wu Er could have kept this from Sima Jingshan. He could have waited until the day of the sacrifice, when the Southern Region Demon Saint appeared, and then intervened to stop him.

This would indeed save them from the current trouble, but it would inevitably lead to a major conflict between the Sima father and daughter.

However, now that the father and daughter have talked things out, although there may be some conflicts, they should be able to understand each other.

If the conflict can be resolved, then a little trouble is nothing.

To be honest, Wu Er is quite afraid of trouble, but he is ultimately a kind person.

He remains the same as before, a kind-hearted but somewhat naive person who enjoys happy endings.

Although the current situation isn't so pleasant...

A gentle breeze blew into the main hall, and Sima Nan let out a soft sigh.

"Yes...that's how it is, Father is sorry."

Sima Nan's face darkened, and he lowered his head, refusing to look at Sima Jingshan, probably too ashamed to look directly at his daughter.

Upon learning the truth, Sima Jingshan paused, then took two steps back.

"Really? All of this is true?"

"I am incompetent, I have failed you, but I cannot fail the entire Sima family."

Perhaps because he had lowered his head too much, Sima Nan's face looked very sallow, as if he had suddenly aged many years.

His words also revealed the reason.

Although it was only one sentence, Sima Jingshan understood it.

This is a sacrifice of herself to ensure the survival of the entire family.

Having watched countless melodramatic dramas, Wu Er was unmoved by this; after all, he had seen far too many of these kinds of things.

For Sima Jingshan, this was indeed a difficult choice.

On one side is oneself, and on the other is one's family.

Problems like this, where you have to sacrifice yourself to save everyone else, are always so painful to deal with.

"Forget it," Wu Er suddenly said. "I still can't bring myself to look at this kind of thing."

Once he spoke up, the Sima father and daughter also noticed Wu Er, whom they had been ignoring.

"Don't worry, I'll make sure you and your daughter are safe and sound."

Looking at the grieving father and daughter, Wu Er patted his chest, his face full of certainty.

However, even though that's what they say, it's not something that can be easily believed.

"You?" Sima Nan shook his head and said, "Young brother, I admit you have some skills, but that is a demon saint. You are already keeping to yourself, so it's best not to get involved."

After saying this, Sima cleared his throat again and whispered, "Besides, there might be spies sent by the Demon Saint on my island, so I should be careful what I say."

Sima Nan, of course, did not believe Wu Er's direct statement.

Even if they have some skill, they still have to face a Demon Saint! A being who stands firmly in this place!

Sima Nan felt there was no need to involve such an outsider.

Seeing that the other party did not trust him, Wu Er remained calm.

After all, with his lazy and unambitious appearance, it would be terrible if anyone believed he had such abilities.

Therefore, Wu Er wanted to produce some evidence to prove his identity so that the father and daughter could feel at ease.

"I've got it! Look what this is!"

Then Wu Er reached into his sleeve and pulled out a...

He conjured up a scale the size of half a face out of thin air.

When the scales appear, a strange aura also appears.

Sima Nan trembled again when he sensed this aura. "This is... this is the aura of the Southern Region Demon Saint! These are his scales?!"

“Of course.” Wu Er put the large scale back. “I tore this off when I fought with him last time.”

"ah?!"

Sima Nan was utterly shocked by Wu Er's speech. He took a moment to think, then asked, "May I ask, who are you?"

With such evidence, Sima Nan must have figured out Wu Er's identity.

Even after being recognized, Wu Er maintained a humble and amiable attitude.

"You're too kind as to call yourself 'honorable one.' I'm just a busybody bystander. If you trust me, then I'll take care of this!"