Chapter 211 Are we brother and sister?
Entering the teahouse, the interior decoration was no different from an elegant teahouse in the human world. Several well-dressed demons were talking in low voices, and on the table was not a feast of blood and flesh, but exquisite snacks and steaming tea.
Fan Wujiu chose a table in the corner and sat down, then skillfully ordered a pot of "Blood Mist Spirit Tea".
After the waiter left, he lowered his voice and said, "The flower of the demon world blooms only once every three hundred years. The last time it bloomed was two hundred and eighty years ago. Logically, we have to wait another twenty years."
Xiao Bai frowned: "Then we came here for nothing?"
"This is the case under normal circumstances." A hint of cunning flashed in Fan Wujiu's eyes.
"But the demons have a tradition of holding the Heavenly Demon Festival every hundred years, and the winner can obtain treasures from the demon world. This year is the 300th year, and according to tradition, the Demon Lord will take out a treasured demon world flower as the highest reward."
Xiao Bai's eyes lit up: "When will the Demon Festival be held?"
"Three days later." Fan Wujiu took a sip of the tea that had just been delivered. "The key is that we need to know the content and rules of the competition."
Just then, the sound of conversation from the next table floated over.
"I heard that the rules of this year's Demon Festival have been changed. It is no longer a simple ring competition."
"Yes, it is said to be the 'Nine Death Corridor', which has not been opened for three hundred years."
Fan Wujiu's ears moved slightly, and he winked at Xiaobai. Xiaobai understood and pretended to join the conversation casually: "Two brothers, my brother and I have just returned from our travels and are very interested in this Heavenly Demon Festival. I wonder what this 'Nine Deaths Corridor' is about?"
The two demons turned around to look at them, and seeing that they were of extraordinary bearing, they immediately became respectful.
"This young lady doesn't know this," one of the demons with scales explained, "The Nine Deaths Corridor is the oldest trial road in the demon world. It is said that there are nine deadly levels, and each level can cost a person's life.
When it was opened three hundred years ago, out of the one hundred demons that entered, less than ten came out alive.
Another added: "But if you can pass it, you will not only get the treasures bestowed by the Demon Lord, but you can also be directly promoted to a Demon General and command a territory."
Xiaobai and Fan Wujiu exchanged glances. At this moment, the door of the teahouse was suddenly kicked open, and a group of demons in blood-red armor filed in. The man in the lead had a handsome face that was almost demonic, with a pair of small black horns on his forehead, and a scarlet cloak that fluttered without wind.
The entire teahouse fell silent in an instant. The second waiter went forward timidly: "Young Master Helian, I am sorry for not welcoming you..."
"Get out of here." The man called Young Master Helian waved his hand, and the waiter flew out like a kite with a broken string, hitting the wall heavily and spitting blood.
Helian Zeng, Xiaobai learned his name from the whispers of the surrounding demons.
His sharp eyes swept across the entire room, finally settling on Xiaobai.
He strode over with a dangerous smile on his face.
"A new face." Helian Zhe looked down at Xiao Bai, "Northern Territory Blood Demon? Why don't I remember that the Liu family has a beauty like you?"
Fan Wujiu stood in front of Xiaobai calmly and said, "My sister has been weak since she was young and rarely goes out. What advice do you have, Master Helian?"
Helian Zheng narrowed his eyes and suddenly reached out to grab Xiao Bai's wrist: "It's not about teaching, I just want to ask this lady for help."
His voice stopped abruptly. Fan Wujiu's fingers had already grabbed his wrist without him noticing, and the air between the two of them was slightly distorted by the collision of forces.
"My sister doesn't like being touched by strangers." Fan Wujiu's voice was still gentle, but there was murderous intent in his eyes.
The temperature in the teahouse seemed to drop by ten degrees. The guards behind Helian Zhe drew their weapons, but were stopped by their master.
"Interesting." Helian Zeng slowly pulled his hand back and licked his lips. "It seems that this year's Heavenly Demon Festival will not be boring." He looked at Xiaobai meaningfully, "I look forward to seeing you, Liu brothers and sisters, in the Nine Deaths Corridor."
After saying this, he turned and left, his blood-red cloak fluttering behind him.
After the group of people left, the teahouse regained its vitality. The waiter struggled to get up and limped over to apologize: "I'm sorry to frighten you two. That's Helian Zeng, the young master of the Blood Demon Clan. He's famous for, uh, collecting beautiful things."
"Collect?" Xiaobai had a bad feeling.
"It means exactly what it says." The waiter lowered his voice, "He has a palace where he displays the living or dead demons that he likes."
Xiaobai's stomach cramped. Fan Wujiu threw a few magic crystals to Xiaoer: "Thanks for the reminder. Is there anything else I should pay attention to about the Nine Deaths Corridor?"
The waiter looked around and lowered his voice: "It is said that there are not only traps in the corridor this time, but also several ancient monsters raised by the Demon Lord. The most important thing is..." He said mysteriously, "The flower of the demon world is placed on the altar at the end of the corridor, and only the first person to arrive can get it."
After leaving the teahouse, Xiao Bai was worried: "That Helian Zeng seems to be paying special attention to me."
Fan Wujiu's expression became unusually serious: "He may have sensed something. The Blood Demons are particularly sensitive to power fluctuations. Although your disguise is perfect, it may be flawed in extreme circumstances."
"Then do we still need to participate in the Demon Festival?"
"Of course." A hint of determination flashed in Fan Wujiu's eyes, "But the plan needs to be adjusted. The Nine Deaths Corridor is a single-player challenge, so we have to act separately."
Xiao Bai's heart tightened: "Separate?"
"Don't worry." Fan Wujiu suddenly smiled and reached out to ruffle her hair. This intimate gesture made both of them stunned for a moment. "Brother will protect you."
As the night deepened, three blood moons hung high in the sky. Xiaobai stood in front of the inn window, looking at the outline of the Demon Lord's Castle in the distance, where the Heavenly Demon Festival would be held in three days. She stroked the camouflage bracelet on her wrist, feeling both excited and nervous.
Fan Wujiu pushed the door open and walked in, holding two sets of night clothes in his hands: "I have heard some specific information about the Nine Deaths Corridor. Tomorrow we will go to the field to explore the surrounding terrain and make preparations in advance."
Xiao Bai took the clothes and suddenly asked, "Fan Wujiu, were we really brother and sister in our previous lives?"
Fan Wujiu paused. Under the moonlight, the lines of his face looked particularly sharp, and the golden light in his eyes seemed to contain countless unspeakable secrets.
"The answer." He finally whispered. I will tell you when you get the flower of the demon world. "
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