"When I was taking the picture just now, I happened to see you let out a long sigh. You could tell, right?"

"oh..."

Two Hundred Dollars gave a nonchalant reply, and Luo Qingqing, thinking she had gotten away with it, secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Before he could say anything, Two Hundred Blades stood up and said calmly:

"I have something to attend to, so I'll be leaving now."

"Hey, wait..."

Before he could finish speaking, Two Hundred Dollars had already run away.

Luo Qingqing stood there, watching the direction he had disappeared, and whispered:

"So guarded...Are all spirit masters like this?"

But she still underestimated the spirit master's vigilance!

The next second, a cold knife was already at her neck, as cold as ice.

Two Hundred Knives stood behind her and said calmly:

Who exactly are you?

"Who sent you?"

"What is the purpose?"

Luo Qingqing trembled with fright as the knife tip lightly cut her skin.

"Ouch...it hurts!"

She turned her head away, somewhat angrily:

"How could you do this! I was just trying to comfort you, and you slashed me with a knife!"

Two Hundred Knives said coldly:

"Stop pretending. Since you know about spirit masters, you should also know about demons. I have every reason to suspect that you are a demon, parading around in the human world with a lucky charm on your person."

"Huh? Demon? Demon race? What demon race... What are you talking about? How could I possibly be a demon... Hehehe..."

Luo Qingqing looked away in a panic, not daring to look at Er Baidao.

Two Hundred Knives' eyes narrowed:

"You really are something!"

A burst of golden light erupted, converging entirely on the blade in his hand.

The next instant, Luo Qingqing's head will roll to the ground!

Luo Qingqing was clearly terrified and instinctively tried to dodge, but Erbaidao did not kill her immediately. Instead, as she dodged, he struck her on the back of the neck with a chop.

Then he took her to a deserted place.

When Luo Qing woke up, she was already bound hand and foot with two hundred cuts. She glanced around and a somewhat panicked expression appeared on her face.

"What...what do you want to do!"

"Where's your lucky charm? Do you want to peel it off yourself, or should I do it for you?"

"What are you talking about, lucky charms? I don't understand any of that..."

Luo Qingqing tried to bluff her way out, but Erbaidao reached out and slapped her arm hard.

"Aww!"

A large red mark immediately appeared on Luo Qingqing's slender arm, but the next second, a golden light appeared, which was obviously the light of a lucky charm. Now it can be basically confirmed that Luo Qingqing is a demon.

Just as Erbaidao was about to tear it apart, a hot tear suddenly fell onto his hand. Erbaidao paused, looked up in confusion, and saw Luo Qingqing's pitiful appearance, her face full of grievance as she choked back tears:

"You...you...my mother has never hit me...waaaah...you bastard!"

"You bastard, you heartless jerk! I was even trying to reason with you... you jerk... I hate you... you disgusting man..."

She cursed with every word she could think of, but Two Hundred Dollars just stared at her blankly.

She cried?

Do demons cry too?

Is it because of a lucky charm?

Fake!

Fake tears!

With that thought in mind, he tore off the lucky charm from Luo Qingqing's body without hesitation.

A cloud of black mist dissipated, and Luo Qingqing instantly broke free from the ropes, revealing her true form.

However, she looked no different from her demonized form, still carrying a camera on her back, only her face had become even paler.

After transforming into a demon, Luo Qingqing instinctively tried to escape, but was pinned to the wall by Erbaidao with a single blow.

"Ahh!"

The piercing screams echoed, still tinged with sobs. Two Hundred Knives stared, completely stunned, at the two streams of hot tears flowing from those scarlet pupils.

That defeated face, those glistening tears, that exquisitely beautiful face—it evoked pity in me.

This was the first time he had ever seen a demon cry!

"Let me go! You bastard!"

Luo Qingqing cried and cursed. Her strength was seen through by Erbai Dao the moment the demon transformed. A first-level demon had no ability to resist at all.

That pitiful appearance did make Two Hundred Blades hesitate for a moment, but he quickly regained his composure and said in a deep voice:

"Tell me, who sent you?"

"You bastard...I hate you! Get out!"

Two Hundred Knives squinted his eyes:

"Since you won't tell me, I'll see for myself."

He reached out his hand, preparing to probe Luo Qingqing's memories.

"No... let go..."

As the golden light shone, all of Luo Qingqing's memories surfaced in Erbaidao's mind.

Luo Qingqing, female, eighteen years old, cause of death: congenital heart disease.

Luo Qingqing's parents divorced when she was young. She lived with her father, who was just a construction worker and didn't have much money, but the two of them were relatively happy.

A serious illness, however, wiped out this fragile happiness.

The camera she was carrying was brought to her by her father before she died.

Her childhood dream was to become a journalist and record all the interesting things in the world.

But that camera...

"I'm sorry... Qingqing... Daddy is useless. Daddy only has enough money left to... buy a toy... I'm sorry... I'm so sorry."

The man who could carry several bags of cement on the construction site, sweating but never shedding a tear, could only kneel before his daughter's bedside at that moment, sobbing uncontrollably as he apologized.

Luo Qingqing cried and laughed, shaking her head weakly. She looked down at the toy in her arms, wanting to reach out and touch it, but she didn't have the strength. She wanted to say something, but in the end, she just closed her eyes.

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