Chapter 117 Let's Play a Game

The group of demons who had been waiting at the entrance to the secret realm hurriedly got up and squeezed into the entrance, managing to enter the secret realm before the main force arrived.

After entering the secret realm, the system no longer teleported Su Yu over short distances. Instead, it moved him to the vicinity of the location of Feng Shi's natal magic weapon, the Devouring Void Sword, at the deepest part of a cave below a cliff.

They skipped over a series of traps and mechanisms around the cave and threw the two demons chasing Su Yu into the traps.

Su Yu was currently in a spacious hall, above which stood a magnificent throne inlaid with countless rare and precious stones. On this throne, a demonic sword with interwoven black and red patterns floated silently.

The mottled, irregular dark red marks on the blade looked more like residual bloodstains.

The entire sword exuded a restless and ominous aura.

Su Yu glanced at him twice and strode forward.

Okay, that's fine.

The closer he got to the sword, the more menacing it hummed.

Su Yu ignored the violent sword, instead lifting her robe and violently tearing off a strip of cloth, which she then neatly laid out on the throne beneath the sword.

Fortunately, he still had a charcoal pencil in his storage ring.

Su Yu hesitated for a moment, then began to write in a long and flowing style.

After thinking for a moment, he added something else.

After finishing writing, he ignored the humming protests of the Devouring Void Sword and directly wrapped the strip of cloth around its hilt.

Devouring Void Sword: It wanted to use its demonic energy to shake off this strange fellow, but the demon had a strong aura of the sword master on it, so it dared not make a move.

Su Yu took a few steps back, looked him up and down, and still felt that something was missing.

Then he placed a jar of sour candy on the throne, and made some small animals like tigers, wolves, and rabbits out of ice to surround it, filling up the space on the throne that was originally meant for people to sit on.

The once majestic and brutal throne and sword now exude a warm, comical charm, which would seem utterly bizarre to the average person.

Looking at all this, he scratched his face and thought, "If this is the case, Twelve shouldn't be too angry."

System Xiaoqi did not disturb its host's contemplation, but kept a close eye on the situation outside.

"..." Su Yu didn't reply immediately. After looking around the hall again, she whispered, "Let's go."

Su Yu slowly put on the Spirit Transformation Bracelet, disguising her white hair and purple eyes as the most common black color of the human race, and completely concealing the two small moon-shaped demon bloodline marks.

The next instant, his figure vanished from the spot.

Shortly after he disappeared, perhaps within the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, the door leading to the main hall was suddenly flung open.

"elder brother--!!!"

After pushing open the two heavy doors, Feng Shi staggered into the hall, but did not see that familiar figure.

While fighting the demons, he accidentally fell into this cave. When he was looking for a way out, he encountered the two demons who were chasing his brother. Although they were quite far away, he remembered the general clothing and weapons of the two demons.

When he saw them, the two demons were already dead. Judging from their injuries, they were caused by the magical artifacts and traps in the cave. There were arrows, throwing knives, and even several large cleavers scattered around their bodies.

These magical artifacts are all low-grade Heaven-rank items; using them as traps would be a complete waste of their resources.

However, Feng Shi didn't care. He had plenty of good things in his previous life, and this cave was even a product of his orders.

Although he had planned to sleep forever, he was unwilling for his magical artifact to fall into the hands of any demon in the future, so he asked the demon to hide his sword in a dangerous place and never cared where the sword was hidden afterward.

Now he is filled with regret.

Why didn't those demons who were in charge of the work cut corners a little? The setup here is enough to kill even two Mahayana cultivators. What is his brother going to do?

Feng Shi stopped looking for an exit and instead focused on rushing inside, hoping to find his brother safe and sound.

But even after reaching the deepest part, he still couldn't find any trace of Su Yu.

Only this last main hall remains.

After defeating the stone gatekeeper, he pushed the door open with all his might, his hands trembling and almost covered in blood.

Feng Shi was panting heavily, his voice rough, and his scarlet eyes trembled uncontrollably, carrying a hint of panic and confusion.

He cannot accept a world without Su Yu.

But the scene before him gradually calmed him down.

Opposite the prominent throne and sword are even more conspicuous sugar jars and various snow dolls.

If his brother is in the mood to do these things, then it seems everything is fine.

The despair he had just felt left Feng Shi feeling as if all his strength had been drained, and he could only drag his feet as he slowly moved forward.

Blood, still fresh and not yet dried, dripped slowly from the hem of his robes. Some of it was from his enemies, and some from his own. Feng Shi remained expressionless. The murderous aura lingering on his body after the massacre had not dissipated, causing the Devouring Void Sword, which was suspended above the throne and felt the familiar aura, to tremble with excitement.

In response, Feng Shi only took the sword away and didn't give the Devouring Void Sword a second glance.

His attention was now completely focused on the strip of cloth wrapped around the hilt of the sword.

These are my brother's clothes.

He was a little impatient as he unwrapped the strips of cloth, but Feng Shi couldn't care less about that now.

The strip of cloth was spread out, revealing only three short lines of text.

Feng Shi's eyes reddened, his gaze misty with tears, and the corners of his lips involuntarily turned up in a madman-like manner, a mixture of crying and laughing.

They left, yet they still left these things behind.

What a tender farewell!

He will definitely find it.

If he kills that Wei Lan, becomes the Demon Lord, and mobilizes the power of the Demon Realm, he will definitely be able to find him.

Found him, the older brother is his now.

Feng Shi examined the strip of cloth several more times, refraining from touching it to avoid damaging it.

After a long time, he carefully wrapped the strip of cloth back on, and it looked almost exactly the same as before.

But as soon as he finished wrapping it, he took it off and wrapped it around his right forearm.

Wrapping it around a weapon makes it easy for it to get dirty with blood; this way is more suitable.

Thinking this, Feng Shi took out another belt from his storage ring. This was the one he had originally wrapped around his left arm, but when he woke up from the pool and didn't meet his brother, he was quite disgusted with the idea of ​​wrapping the male demon belt around his arm, so he took it off and casually stuffed it into his storage ring.

Luckily, I didn't throw it away.

After Feng Shi finished wrapping the belt, he carefully put the candy jar, the snow doll, and the entire base, including the throne, into his storage ring.

This is a gift left to him by his older brother, and he will keep it safe.