Chapter 94 Ghost Ship on the Atlantic Ocean (9) “It shouldn’t be too much,…

After listening to Satan's explanation, Lucifer shrugged and said, "Alright." He casually walked towards the side of the ship. The rich purple in the sky had vanished without him noticing, and a beautiful sunset appeared in the distance. Lucifer admired the sunset, silent for a long while. Until Satan approached him, he suddenly said, "I don't really care about power that much."

Satan's brow furrowed, and he glanced sideways at Lucifer. Lucifer didn't look at him, a playful smile playing on his lips. "I know you don't believe it. You're obsessed with power and think everyone is just like you."

Lucifer shook his head as he spoke. "There's nothing wrong with that. Those in power always behave this way. Whether it's you or Jehovah, if you don't play power games like this, you won't be able to sit firmly on the supreme throne. But..."

He turned his head, met Satan's gaze, and lowered his eyes: "Suppose, I mean suppose-"

His voice paused, obviously trying to get a response from the listener, and Satan asked, "Assume what?"

Lucifer smiled and said, "Suppose I could give up all the power I have, would you kill me or would you shake hands with me and make peace?"

After saying this, he extended his hand to him in a friendly manner.

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On the lifeboat, Lucifer and Satan were silent. All they could hear was the lingering sound of the waves, and closer still, the gentle sound of the water flowing as the lifeboat drifted across the sea.

Over the past thousand years, these two leading hell demons in the Western world have become accustomed to this. Most of the time, they are in a state of "kings not meeting each other", which is the best way of getting along that they have gradually figured out after the contradictions intensified.

For many people, this is a bit of black humor, because in many human works, Satan and Lucifer are often portrayed as superiors and subordinates who trust each other, or simply considered to be different names of the same person. Few people think that they are in a tit-for-tat relationship.

There has never been a situation like this in the past thousand years where it is just the two of them and they are living in peace.

For a long moment, Lucifer stood at the bow of the lifeboat, gazing into the distance, lost in thought. Satan sat idly at the edge of the stern, then suddenly laughed, "Actually, I quite miss fighting side by side with you."

Lucifer tilted his head slightly, but the angle was not enough to see Satan, so he stopped.

"Remember? When we came down from heaven, we had a bloody battle with the archangels. Michael almost killed us all by himself." Satan continued, recalling the events of thousands of years ago in a faint tone.

Lucifer finally opened his mouth: "But in the end we won."

"Yes, we won." Satan laughed again, his laughter more relaxed. "The Lord was furious, but there was nothing he could do. He could only watch us take over Hell. That was really..."

He paused and took a deep breath, all of his emotions were included in it.

Lucifer listened to his words, and the long-ago struggles, escapes, fights and negotiations emerged in his mind.

He had never forgotten those thrilling moments, so he almost immediately added to Satan's words: "It was an unforgettable brilliance."

"Since we all miss those days." Satan smiled, "Let's make a truce and start over."

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Below decks.

Xuan Chi sat on the ground, quietly emptying one metal can after another with Si Ling.

It was a tedious process, repeating the same thing over and over again, becoming increasingly boring as time went on. Furthermore, this was three hundred years of dusty grease and corpses. Even with a layer of spices to soften it, the smell was truly unpleasant. As more and more offerings were unearthed, the strong smell of spices and rotting flesh filled the room, causing even the ten-thousand-year-old ghost to retch uncontrollably. The two men had no choice but to practice breathing exercises to temporarily block their sense of smell.

Ignoring the sensory discomfort, Xuan Chi felt peaceful and comfortable.

He didn't think there was anything wrong, because he always felt this way when he was with Si Ling. He thought it was the peace of mind brought by the life-saving grace.

But from some point on, he began to stare at her as if possessed by a mysterious force.

She bent her head, fiddling with the metal can with a focused expression. He looked at the side of her cheek, and a familiar sense of peace rose in his heart, but an unfamiliar feeling also emerged. This feeling made him feel uneasy, and he couldn't explain why. He felt that this panic was also familiar, and it had appeared in the distant eternity.

He looked at her like this for a long time, so long that she noticed his gaze, turned her head and looked back, and smiled when her eyes met his: "What are you looking at?" She waved her hands in front of him, and her cheerful tone touched his heart.

Xuan Chi hurriedly turned his head away and coughed: "No, I was thinking about something."

"Haha." Her laughter touched his ears. He didn't dare to look back, but he felt her stand up and walk towards him.

He seemed to have a premonition of something, and his panic became more obvious. Suddenly, he felt a sinking sensation behind him, and Hyun Chi subconsciously raised his hand to support her arm that was extended from behind.

"Xuan Chi." She whispered in his ear, "You know what? I'm really glad that I saved you."

Xuan Chi listened attentively to the voice. Her voice was very familiar to him, but now it seemed to have an extra magic, revealing an indescribable charm.

Xuan Chi remained silent, looking down at the jar in his hand. He heard her laugh again, "You like me, right?"

Xuan Chi's breathing suddenly stopped. She noticed his emotions and her smile became brighter: "I know you like me."

"No..." Hyun Chi flatly denied it, feeling it was a blasphemy against his savior. He frantically tried to explain, but she had floated to his side, her long nails lifting his chin.

He stared at her blankly, meeting her leisurely scrutiny. She smiled faintly, as if seeing through him: "You know what? There are only a few beings as ancient as us, whether in heaven or hell. So..." She withdrew the finger that was poised on his chin and stroked his cheek with her backhand: "Have you ever thought about cherishing this fate?"

"What..." Xuan Chi looked at her in confusion.

Si Ling sighed with regret and shook her head dejectedly: "For the past 30,000 years, I've been tired too. The goal of becoming an immortal is like a shackle. Of course... now I'm almost there." A smile reappeared on her face, but it disappeared in a flash, quickly overshadowed by fatigue and sadness. She smiled bitterly and said, "But I know that after becoming an immortal, what awaits me is only another loneliness - there has never been a precedent for a fierce ghost to become an immortal. I have no one like me in the heavens, so, Xuan Chi..."

She stared at him intently. "I want to consider another option. We..." She paused, then chose a relatively euphemistic way of saying, "Let's be companions! Like you said before, I will wait for you to return to heaven before becoming an immortal. But it's not to find out whether the Emperor of Heaven is a tyrant, but because..."

She lowered her eyes: "I don't want to be alone anymore."

"Whether we become immortals or ghosts, we are all together."

"OK?"

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In the lower cabin.

Si Ling casually cast a spell to knock open the cabin door, and a green ghost rushed towards him. Si Ling subconsciously dodged to the side, and at the same moment, Xuan Chi raised his hand behind him and accurately grasped the ghost's throat.

The next second, Xuan Chi exerted force on his hands, and the ghost flew away with a bang.

Si Ling was speechless: "We haven't figured out what the ghosts on the ship are. Maybe killing Moloch can free them. Don't..."

He laughed before she could finish her words: "That was a crew uniform."

Si Ling breathed a sigh of relief, and a pleasant feeling of comfort surged in her heart - Xuan Chi always made her feel at ease, and in addition to that peace of mind, there was also a tacit understanding between them.

Sometimes she felt regretful that such a tacit friend had only appeared at the last moment of her ghost life, but then she was glad that he had appeared. Besides, there was still a long way to go. If everything went well in the heavens, they could still fight side by side there in the future, which would also be great.

——Thirty thousand years have passed, and Si Ling no longer wastes time on the things she has missed. Compared to regretting the past that cannot be changed, she is more grateful for the part she has already obtained.

After making sure there was no trace of Morlock in the cabin in front of her, Si Ling turned and walked towards the cabin opposite. Xuan Chi suddenly called her: "Si Ling."

"Hmm?" She turned, only to be met with a complex expression in his eyes. He wanted to look at her, but couldn't help but avoid it. She couldn't help but frown, waiting silently for him to calm down. After a long while, he finally coughed and spoke, "I was just thinking..."

He took two steps forward and stopped just inches away from her. "Now that Satan has appeared, and Moloch has been battling him for centuries, if we help him resolve this major problem, wouldn't it be unreasonable to ask for something from him?"

Si Ling thought for a moment and said, "It shouldn't be too much. What do you want to ask for?"

"I want him to help me find out what happened back then. With his identity, perhaps he can talk directly to the Emperor of Heaven." Xuan Chi said.

Si Ling's mind paused slightly, and he said solemnly, "He might be able to do it, but we have to consider the issue of alerting the enemy. What I mean is... if the Emperor of Heaven is really a tyrant, and you let Satan expose your existence directly to him, there will be no room for maneuver in this matter."

"I know, so I want to make another request." Xuan Chi paused, "If the Emperor of Heaven really wants to kill me, I want to seek Satan's protection."

Si Ling was startled, frowned and looked up: "You mean to stay in the Western Hell?"

Xuan Chi nodded, his expression sincere. "I've thought about this carefully. When I was sealed, Fengdu didn't exist in the Eastern World. In other words, the current Hells of the East and the West are equally unfamiliar to me. It doesn't make any difference to me which side I stay in."

This is the truth, and Si Ling cannot refute it.

Especially considering that Hyun Chi lived in the West for a while after his release, strictly speaking, the hell in the East was more unfamiliar to him.

"It's also an option..." Si Ling hesitated.

Before she finished speaking, Xuan Chi grabbed her hand and said, "Then can you stay?"

Si Ling raised his eyes in silence and met his gaze.

She was very familiar with the emotion in his eyes, so sincere and passionate that it even made her breathing disordered.

He pleaded with a hint of meaning: "Even if it's just for a short while. I want to stay with you for a few more days, Si Ling..."

He gritted his teeth and mustered up the courage to say, "I don't want to leave you."