Chapter 129: The Envoy "It's a pity that even though the plan is good, there is always a flaw. ...
Five hundred years later, in the Demon Realm, when Xie Wuyang succeeded the Demon Lord, he reorganized the system and abolished many unnecessary rules and regulations. However, he retained the custom of the Messenger's blessing, which had been passed down in the Demon Realm for thousands of years.
In the first year that Xie Wuyang succeeded the Demon Lord, with the intention of inspecting the people's sentiments and stabilizing their hearts, he witnessed the entire blessing process.
The messenger of blessing was dressed in black and white sacrificial clothes, with strange patterns painted on his face. He held a bull skull staff in his hand, danced in strange postures, and chanted incomprehensible incantations.
It was just an activity similar to offering sacrifices to pray for the gods' protection, which was completely different from what Xie Wuyang saw now.
Xie Wuyang frowned, not knowing whether someone had changed the custom later or whether this sacrifice was originally unique.
"What's wrong?" Yun Wanzhou noticed Xie Wuyang's distraction, his eyes flickered slightly, and his tone revealed a concern that he himself was not aware of.
"Nothing. I just feel..." Xie Wuyang subconsciously turned his head to avoid the drifting black mist, feeling uneasy. "Something's not right."
"What did you find?" Yun Wanzhou was not too surprised, and his tone was calm as if he was having an ordinary conversation.
Xie Wuyang looked up, his eyes meeting the red hue peeking through the gap in the carriage curtains. Suddenly, he felt strange and inexplicable. "Master, do you feel that the messenger in the sedan chair looks familiar?"
Yun Wanzhou looked where he was directed. His dark brown pupils seemed to see through everything. "We've seen him before."
Xie Wuyang's eyebrows suddenly jumped, and he immediately asked, "Where?"
Yun Wanzhou pursed his thin lips, his dangling fingertips suddenly curled up, and his voice became cold, "Luohua Snow Mountain."
Xie Wuyang's pupils suddenly trembled.
No... more than...
Luohua Snow Mountain, Iceberg Snow Lotus.
Not only had this person taught him and Yun Wanzhou a lesson, he had even sneaked into Lianwu and lured him into the Nightmare Stone layout, making him the target of public criticism.
he……
Recalling the strange things that happened after his rebirth, Xie Wuyang was shocked and confused, and cold sweat ran down his back.
The trembling fingertips were wrapped in the warmth of the palm. The coldness in Yun Wanzhou's eyes dissipated at some point, leaving only the warmth of melting spring water. "What did you think of?"
"I..." Xie Wuyang's stomach churned, and his throat was dry with retching. "What would Master do if, one day, he discovered that everything he had experienced was a carefully planned scam?"
Yun Wanzhou's grip on him suddenly tightened. "Have you guessed something?"
“I… I don’t know. I even doubt it now…” Xie Wuyang’s Adam’s apple rolled, and his eyes were dark and obscure as he looked at Yun Wanzhou.
He even suspected that his reincarnation and everything that happened five hundred years ago were all an elaborate dream, a plot by someone else with ulterior motives.
Xie Wuyang still held onto a glimmer of hope. His tone was so humble that it was almost begging, and his words were incoherent. "Master, a year ago... No, before the Nightmare Stone was stolen, did I suffer any injuries... or commit any unforgivable mistakes, like the punishment for stealing the Nightmare Stone..."
Yun Wanzhou pulled him into his arms and hugged him tightly. "It's okay, calm down. No matter what you think, we can't lose our composure at this time."
Smelling the cool fragrance of Yun Wanzhou, Xie Wuyang closed his eyes and struggled to calm his disordered breathing, "I know, I just..."
I’m just too afraid of waking up from the dream and having it shattered.
He was still kneeling alone in the Saint Burial Tomb, before the nameless grave. He was Yun Wanzhou's most hated, most heinous demon. His chest was pierced by the Broken Snow Sword.
Until this moment, Xie Wuyang had to admit that he was afraid of death. He was afraid that the light he had finally grasped and could illuminate him would disappear again and return to darkness.
"I don't know why you're asking all this suddenly, but we can talk about this later. The most urgent thing right now is to find out the truth." Perhaps feeling that his comfort was too dry, Yun Wanzhou stroked Xie Wuyang's back awkwardly, his movements stiff. "Perhaps, the mastermind behind all this is hiding in the demonic realm."
"Okay." Xie Wuyang's eyes were sore and sore, his eyelashes trembled and he closed his eyes, and said in a hoarse voice, "Let's find the mastermind behind this together."
Be it a dream or reality, the truth and falsehood cannot be explained in a few words.
Even if it turned out to be a dream, at least these memories were left, which would make his hell less miserable.
"When blessings come, they are the master. With sincerity and honesty." The man in black waved his hand, "The master."
The black fog paused in the crowd, and suddenly began to retreat until the crowd dispersed and it stopped in front of Xie Wuyang.
Xie Wuyang's scalp suddenly felt numb, and he looked up suddenly, meeting a pair of eyes that had opened at some point in the rising and falling curtains.
The man in red looked at him with interest, and raised his eyebrows when he met Xie Wuyang's gaze. He was like a wild beast looking for food after darkness, and he had been lingering around him for an unknown amount of time.
"Stop, stop." Someone in the crowd noticed and pointed in the direction of Xie Wuyang, "This is the first blessed person chosen by the messenger."
"What good luck! Which village is this man from?"
"I just saw him racing with the people from the Demon Village."
"Why doesn't such good luck happen to me?"
Envy is everywhere.
Only Xie Wuyang and Yun Wanzhou, who were at the center of the topic, had tense lips and ugly expressions.
A hand wearing a black leather glove lifted the car curtain and leaned out. His eyes vaguely looked around and stopped at Xie Wuyang with great interest. "Since we are destined to meet, please come forward, young master."
Xie Wuyang said nothing, staring at him with dark eyes.
The man with the scarlet letter was not annoyed. He waved his hand and asked his followers to bring a jar of realgar wine. He picked up the mugwort on the side and put it into the jar. Then he sprinkled it on the crowd. The water droplets fell and, driven by spiritual power, landed precisely on everyone's palm or forehead. "When the realgar wine is touched and the mugwort is brushed, the five poisons will be warded off, and good fortune will be brought in."
"Thank you, messenger." The residents of Guisha Town smeared realgar wine on each other's eyebrows, and parents used realgar wine to draw strange patterns on their children.
Xie Wuyang raised his hand to block the spilled realgar wine and protected Yun Wanzhou behind him.
Guisha Town was filled with townspeople who revered the messenger. He and Yun Wanzhou held special identities, and if they engaged in a fight, their identities would inevitably be exposed. Not only would the town be in chaos, but if someone deliberately exploited them, the outcome would be difficult to resolve.
Even though Xie Wuyang had thousands of questions in his mind, he could only swallow his anger and remain silent.
The man in red pretended not to notice the anger in Xie Wuyang's expression, "Not everyone can receive the messenger's blessing. Don't you want it?"
Xie Wuyang sneered, "If it were an ordinary blessing, I wouldn't refuse it. I'm just worried that someone might have ulterior motives and want to use this to plot something."
"Are you questioning the messenger?" The demon servant's eyes were wide open, as if he wanted to cut him into pieces.
Xie Wuyang said, "Whether it's a question or not, the envoy must know best."
"My dear brother, do you have any misunderstandings about the envoy? The demon envoy is personally appointed by the Demon Lord, and his arrival in Ghost Demon Town is a blessing to the residents. You said the envoy has some ulterior motive, so why not tell us what it is?"
"That's right. Our town is located on the border of the Demon Realm, and no one in the Demon Realm cares about us. It's such a remote place, what can the envoy do to us?"
"You're questioning the messenger. Are you questioning the Demon Lord's ability to judge people? You haven't heard the saying 'Misfortune comes from the mouth,' have you?"
The demon people were talking at the same time, their emotions growing more intense as they spoke. Finally, someone was furious and directly accused Xie Wuyang, "I've never seen him in Guisha Town! Could he be a spy sent by those scumbags of the human race?!"
"I've never seen him either," someone murmured.
"Why not arrest him and interrogate him strictly!"
"Catch him."
"Catch him!"
Just like a stone dropped into a lake, the ripples expanded and the situation escalated, and soon Xie Wuyang became the target of everyone's condemnation.
The words behind him were more and more outrageous, piercing Yun Wanzhou's ears like needles, extremely harsh.
For a moment, it was like the day when Lianwu was executed. He was isolated and helpless, and no one believed him.
Yun Wanzhou's Adam's apple moved slightly, and he raised his hand to take Xie Wuyang's hand. When he met Xie Wuyang's surprised gaze, his lips, which were usually not good at speaking, lifted slightly and silently uttered two words, "Don't be afraid."
Like a pool of spring water, it washed away all the anxiety and sorrow in Xie Wuyang's heart.
Xie Wuyang curled the corners of his lips and replied silently, "I'm not afraid."
He was already a man who had died once, a soul that had escaped from hell.
If I could stand with Yun Wanzhou, what would I be afraid of even if I was tortured by a whip or hit by cold needles?
Xie Wuyang turned his head, his eyes filled with three parts of mockery and three parts of provocation. "You keep saying that the Demon Emissary was chosen by the Demon Lord and is a blessing to the town. Then I want to ask, if this Demon Emissary is colluding with the Immortal Sect and intends to overthrow the Demon Clan and kill the Demon Lord, would you still consider him a blessing?"
"Subvert the demon clan and slay the Demon Lord..."
These four short words were like a thunderclap, shocking everyone wherever they went.
"You are full of nonsense, what on earth are you talking about?"
"The messenger has blessed us for several years and protected the demon world. How can you, a person of unknown identity, just say a few words to clear yourself of this responsibility?"
"You don't believe it?" Xie Wuyang's eyes swept across the crowd sharply, hinting, "Have you ever thought that envoys throughout history have always shown their true faces, but here, envoys, they wear masks?"
The crowd was silent for a moment, their eyes wandering back and forth between Xie Wuyang and the red-robed messenger in uncertainty.
Xie Wuyang knew that he had made the right bet.
The blessing customs five hundred years later were different from those five hundred years ago, not because of a later tradition, but simply because of the messenger's own actions.
Xie Wuyang continued to fan the flames of public opinion, "Demon cultivators cultivate with demonic energy, while immortal cultivators cultivate with spiritual energy. If you want to sneak into the demon world undetected, you must forcibly infuse your spiritual energy body with demonic energy."
Xie Wuyang turned to the messenger and kindly suggested, "It's easy for the messenger to prove his innocence. All he needs to do is take off his mask and let the tribesmen present see his true appearance. Forcing demonic energy into a spiritual body will definitely leave a backlash mark. If there is no backlash, wouldn't that prove the messenger's innocence?"
The man in red tapped the back of his other hand with his fingertips and raised his eyebrows. "Oh?"
Xie Wuyang's momentum remained undiminished, and he pressed on, "Is the envoy willing?"
"What will happen if you don't want to?" the messenger asked.
Xie Wuyang said: "That means he has something to hide and dares not see anyone."
The man with the red letter stopped smiling, and his eyes were so cold and chilling that it was unsettling to think how long he had been staring at Xie Wuyang.
Just as the crowd began to stir, the man in red suddenly raised his hands and clapped his hands twice, laughing strangely. "Good. That's a really good plan. I'm afraid you and I are the only ones in the world who could come up with such an idea."
The man in red stood up from the car and landed lightly on the ground. His slightly raised eyes glanced at Yun Wanzhou for a moment, then returned to Xie Wuyang. "It's a pity that although the plan was good, there was always a flaw."
"What do you mean?" Xie Wuyang narrowed his eyes dangerously.
The man in red raised his hand and touched his mask. He said slowly, "You can't resist. Because..."
The mask was removed, revealing a face as pale as snow, beautiful and almost demonic. "My blood is in your body."
At the same time, a red light flashed, demonic energy condensed, and a bright red facial pattern appeared on the forehead, seductive and dazzling.
boom--
Xie Wuyang's pupils trembled and his mind went blank.
When talking about Song Duoyan, the Lord of the Demon Realm, apart from the thoughts and ideas about the martial arts he was researching, people talked more about how he was unruly and powerful before, and how he was defeated by Fu Guang and died without a complete body, which truly proved that good and evil will be rewarded.
There are many different stories circulating among the people, and no one knows which are true or false. The only thing that is certain is that Song Duoyan died at the hands of Fu Guang a thousand years ago, and that was the end of the story.
But what is happening now?
Isn’t Song Duoyan dead?
Xie Wuyang was so surprised that he forgot to react for a moment.
Familiar spiritual energy surged up from his side. Yun Wanzhou summoned Shattered Snow and faced Song Duoyan with swords drawn. "Who are you?"
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