Chapter 132: Stone Gate “The truth is right here.”
Yun Wanzhou looked back at him, turned his head away again and said no more.
Although he did not choose to practice the ruthless way, he was cold in nature and disdained the love affairs that troubled his practice, and he had never had any romantic thoughts.
The desires and hopes that men are born with are transformed into clouds and flowing water in him, and he has never felt anything.
He doesn't think of himself as any different from ordinary men.
But now I can feel it truly.
Thank you for being safe...
Thinking of what he had just encountered, Yun Wanzhou's cheeks and neck quickly became hot, like the sunset glow, and soon dyed red. His whole body felt like it was being roasted in a furnace, so hot that it was about to smoke.
Although he had known about Xie Wuyang's feelings for him for a long time, Yun Wanzhou had never even thought about the current situation.
Awkwardness spread between the two of them. Xie Wuyang lowered his head slightly, sniffing Yun Wanzhou's neck where he couldn't see. He tried to calm the desire within him, but in the end, he found that it was only a superficial itch, and it only intensified.
After an unknown amount of time, the figure outside the window finally stopped peeping, turned around and disappeared outside the house.
Xie Wuyang stood up almost at the same time, turned his back with a red face, to cover up the strangeness in front of him.
"I noticed that the figure just now looked very similar to Tu Si. He's been looking for so long, he must have gone back to report to Song Duoyan." Xie Wuyang's gaze fell on the closed door not far away. He closed his eyes and suddenly stepped forward. "I don't know when Tu Si will return. I'm afraid we won't be able to investigate him tonight."
"Disciple, go out and see if you can find some other clues."
Xie Wuyang pushed open the door, paused slightly, and spoke carefully: "Master, please rest early. I will be back soon."
After he finished speaking, he walked into the night without looking back.
…
Today is the Dragon Boat Festival, and the demon world is bustling with activity.
Only in the Demon Palace there was no festive atmosphere at all. The servants and guards followed the rules and did the same thing day after day.
The cool breeze blowing towards him dispelled the heat in his body. After regaining consciousness, Xie Wuyang looked at the endless corridor and fell into a dilemma.
What about going out and taking a look, what about finding other clues.
It was just an excuse I came up with in a hurry.
Now that I have said this, I can't go back to the room. Am I going to stand outside in the cold wind all night?
After much deliberation, Xie Wuyang looked at the heavily guarded patrol guards and decided to put his casual excuse into practice.
He didn't know where Tu Si lived, but the place where the Demon Lord lived had been passed down from generation to generation and had remained unchanged since ancient times.
Even though the Demon Palace was rebuilt several times, the Chongyin Palace where the Demon Lord lived was only built in one place.
Xie Wuyang swung his right leg, kicked up a stone casually, caught it in his hand, and threw it towards the distant night. The leading guard was instantly alert.
"Who? Who's there?"
There was complete silence.
The leading guard gripped the hilt of the sword at his waist tightly, his expression showing no sign of relaxation.
The Demon Palace is heavily guarded inside and outside, and anyone who successfully breaks in is no ordinary person.
With his duty at hand, the general dared not slack off. While keeping an eye on the movements around him, he raised his hand and pointed out two people from the team, "You two, follow me. The rest of you, stay here. If you let in a fly, you'll be beheaded!"
"yes!"
The current Demon Lord does not like to show up in public. He pays great attention to the rotation of guards inside and outside the Demon Palace and has put a lot of effort into it, especially outside the palace.
Various ancient barrier spells were used, and the demon soldiers sent out were all selected elites. There were so many of them that they surrounded the four major gates of the Demon Palace in the east, west, south and north. Anyone who approached would be killed by the sword.
Over the years, very few people have entered the Demon Palace.
Compared to the outside of the palace, guarding the palace is like a free job. Although there are few opportunities to make merit, people are happy to have a leisurely time.
When you spend too many leisurely days, you will inevitably forget your responsibilities and become lax.
The leading general is a typical character.
It happened that this general had been in office for five or six years. During these five or six years, the outer gate guards had performed their duties conscientiously and not once had anyone broken in. Since the leading general of the inner gate took over, the biggest problem was that the demon soldiers in the team were fighting uprightly, and they panicked at the slightest movement.
The leading guard tiptoed towards the source of the sound, stopped in front of a patch of grass, raised his scabbard to push aside the weeds, and leaned over to inspect.
After finding the end, I discovered that there was nothing there. Just when I felt relieved, I suddenly caught a glimpse of a ball of bright white light, which kept flashing in the grass, extremely dazzling.
"Let's go over there and take a look." The leading guard waved his hand towards the other two and strode forward.
As the distance gradually shortened, the original appearance of the bright white light became clearer in sight.
"Was I seeing things just now? Stones...how can stones glow?" The leading guard rubbed his face and opened his eyes wide to look again.
The guard beside him also looked out and said, "Ah, it's lit again!"
"This is definitely not an ordinary stone, it must be a gem..."
When the leading guard heard this, he immediately became alert, put his sword at his waist, and raised his hand to pick it up.
Unexpectedly, before they could touch it, the stone suddenly lit up, and a strong light pierced the eyes of several people. Their vision turned white, and before they could come to their senses, something tied around their waists and dragged them to the ground.
"Ouch."
"I'll go."
"What the hell?"
Xie Wuyang heard three screams in succession. He rubbed his ears with a look of disdain, raised his hand, made a hand gesture, and shot towards the blurry figure in the distance. Three rough hemp ropes suddenly appeared from the ground, and as if with intelligence, they wrapped around the three people twice, tying them up tightly.
After a brief silence, the leading guard roared to the sky, "Are you blind? Quick, help! There's an assassin!"
The patrol guards who remained there immediately drew their swords and ran towards the person lying in the grass.
It's a mess.
Xie Wuyang clicked his tongue lightly, and taking advantage of the darkness to hide, he quietly avoided the numerous guards and searched for the Chongyin Palace in his memory.
Chongyin Palace, the residence of the Demon Lords of all generations.
The first Chongyin Palace was built more than a thousand years ago.
The predecessor of this hall was the residence of the Lord of Yicheng.
At that time, Yicheng was prosperous and peaceful in the demon world, with red walls and green tiles and loud drums and music.
It’s a pity that the city was later broken by one move, and corpses piled up like mountains and blood flowed like rivers inside and outside Yicheng, and its glory could no longer be seen.
Chongyin Palace was built by Song Duoyan's successor, the Demon Lord. Now that I think about it, that Demon Lord must have been Song Duoyan himself.
The spiritual fire in front of Chongyin Palace flickered, and two guards were standing outside the door, dozing off quietly.
Nearing the front of the hall, Xie Wuyang threw out two talismans, trying to knock out the guards. Unexpectedly, the talismans flew out and suddenly touched the invisible barrier, and turned into powder in an instant.
The two guards immediately perked up, their eyes fierce, "Who's there?"
Xie Wuyang suddenly felt something was wrong and started to walk away. As soon as he turned around, a powerful force rushed over him, tightly wrapped around his neck, and squeezed out all the air in his throat.
A figure, clad in a black leather robe, approached from the brightly lit Chongyin Palace gate, looking sleepy and lazy. He glanced vaguely at Xie Wuyang, then yawned and casually walked down the stairs.
The guard quickly put down his sword and knelt to greet him respectfully, "My Lord."
Xie Wuyang rolled his eyes, pointed at his neck, and signaled Song Duoyan to put him down.
Song Duoyan took great pains to bring him into the Demon Palace, and he was certain that Song Duoyan would not kill him.
Song Duoyan curled her lips into a smile and loosened her grip.
"Hey? Master Xie?" Song Duoyan walked towards Xie Wuyang. "I thought it was an assassin who broke in. I'm so sorry."
The moment his throat was released, air rushed in, and Xie Wuyang coughed. His knees softened and he half-knelt on the ground, "I accidentally walked into this place..."
"Accidentally?" Song Duoyan raised an eyebrow and smiled, "It seems that the palace guards have been lax for too long. It's time to replace them."
Xie Wuyang knew Song Duoyan wouldn't believe it easily, so since he didn't expose her, he simply followed the path he gave him. "There's no need to be so harsh, just reprimand her. It's getting late, and my master is still waiting for me in the house. My master, go to bed early, I'll go ahead."
After saying that, he turned and left without waiting for Song Duoyan's reaction.
But when he looked up, Song Duoyan teleported in front of him and pinched Xie Wuyang's face with his hands, "Do you really think I don't know your purpose?"
Xie Wuyang raised his hand and swung it fiercely, knocking Song Duoyan's hand away. "What about Lord Song? What's your purpose in inviting me and Master here, step by step?"
"What's my purpose?" Song Duoyan's smile faded, and his face became gloomy and terrifying, like a beast tearing through sheepskin, finally revealing its true face. "I'm afraid you don't want to know."
Xie Wuyang said, "How can you know if Lord Song doesn't try?"
Song Duoyan agreed without hesitation, "Okay."
…
There are many rumors about Song Duoyan in the world of cultivation.
Compared to the compassion and benevolence that people praise the God of Fuguang, people's opinions about Song Duoyan are mostly negative.
Some say he practices evil magic and feeds on human flesh and blood, while others say he has ulterior motives and intends to subvert the world.
But after all, when it comes down to it, it's just a few things that come back and forth.
You can't see a person clearly based on one-sided statements.
When the rumored person really stood in front of him, Xie Wuyang was alert, but also felt a complex sense of familiarity.
Like the silk threads spun by spiders, the nectar collected by bees, and the ebb and flow of the tide caused by the roar of whales, the runaway children have found their way home, and the running streams have merged into the ocean.
It is a compromise produced by the body's instinct, coming from the pull of nature.
The corridor in front of me was pitch black, forming two completely different worlds compared to the bright light outside the hall.
Xie Wuyang followed closely behind Song Duoyan, and somehow remembered what Song Duoyan said before returning to the Demon Palace.
"You have my blood in you."
Song Duoyan's blood remains in his body...
What does it mean?
According to human saying, the closest relatives are blood relatives, such as parents, brothers and sisters.
Xie Wuyang initially thought of his original self's unknown origins and wondered if Song Duoyan had any connection to him. However, his subconscious mind denied this, telling him that Song Duoyan's words were not as simple as they sounded.
As the two of them got deeper into the conversation, Xie Wuyang's mind began to become inexplicably confused and he felt repulsed.
"Where are you taking me, Lord Song?" Xie Wuyang was silent for a moment and then asked.
The person in front said nothing and just walked along the corridor.
The dark and empty road, with echoes of footsteps, slowly became eerie.
Xie Wuyang paused, and said, "Your Excellency, please speak frankly."
Song Duoyan finally turned around and spoke to him, "Don't you want to know the truth?"
Demonic energy gathered in the palm of Song Duoyan's right hand. In the darkness, shrouded in demonic mist, that pale and beautiful face became vague, becoming even more eerie and strange.
"The truth is right here." As soon as he finished speaking, Song Duoyan waved his hand, which was filled with spiritual light, and the void behind him was illuminated. A stone door appeared out of thin air at the end of the corridor. After a loud bang, it opened.
Dust flew and gravel fell.
Just before the silence returned, Song Duoyan spoke slowly, "Thank you for being safe."
His smile was evil and wanton, with a strange red glow on his forehead. "Don't you want to go in and take a look?"
The dim lights illuminated the darkness. Xie Wuyang's gaze fell behind Song Duoyan, passed through the stone door at the end of the corridor, and fell towards the road ahead where he knew no sorrow or joy.
Fear climbed up from the soles of his feet like a silk thread, and the stiffness and trembling it brought bound Xie Wuyang tightly, making him unable to move and unable to escape.
Song Duoyan stepped aside with a hint of meaning, and said in an ambiguous tone, "At this point, do you still want to know?"
Xie Wuyang took a deep breath and closed his eyes.
Song Duoyan wasn't such a kind person. He didn't kill him, but spared his life, letting him roam around the Demon Palace, and even took him to see the so-called truth. The truth was definitely not as simple as he thought.
He was abandoned by his mother and father since he was young and no one loved him. He no longer cared about his background.
But he was afraid.
He was afraid that the truth Song Duoyan was talking about was not just about his original origin, but that this truth was related to his previous self before he was reborn.
Why did I come to five hundred years ago?
How did Song Duoyan manage to return to the world after a thousand years?
All this...
Why is that?
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