Chapter 8: Bet "Master, follow me, there will be no danger..."
When Xie Wuyang opened his eyes, it was already the next day. He was alone; Yun Wanzhou had long since disappeared.
Chen Ziyi is also missing.
Out of curiosity, Xie Wuyang walked back and forth in the room twice.
I don’t know if all the people in Dashipo have this kind of living habit. Whether it’s Chen Ziyi’s house or Lao Zhang’s house, the layout and furnishings inside are almost the same, and there’s a weirdness everywhere.
But Xie Wuyang couldn't tell what was so strange about it.
Just as Xie Wuyang finished strolling around the house, Yun Wanzhou came back with Chen Ziyi.
I don't know what the two of them did when they went out in the morning, but when they came back they brought in a smell of dampness.
As Xie Wuyang looked up at Yun Wanzhou, Yun Wanzhou's gaze also dropped. The corners of his eyes were still a little tired, and his voice was also weak. He had hidden the teardrop mole last night very well, revealing only a dark blue spot. "I'm going to Old Zhang's house tonight to keep watch."
"Master, do you want to capture that monster?" Xie Wuyang blinked.
"If that monster stays here, it will only harm people."
Xie Wuyang frowned, feeling confused, "Master, why are you so sure that it was that monster that killed people?"
He suddenly thought of the famous and upright sects that people talked about in his previous life.
During the time when Xie Wuyang was the Demon Lord, he killed many people who deserved to be killed, some for minor grudges and some for major hatreds.
When people go through life, it is impossible for them to remember all the grudges and grievances in detail, but Xie Wuyang remembers them clearly.
From the grace of a meal, to the holiday of a curse, to later on, a life.
Even so, those who had grudges against Xie Wuyang were just a handful of dust in the world, and the vast majority of the charges were forced upon Xie Wuyang by those famous and righteous people.
Just because he is from the demon world and the lord who rules over the demon world.
As the leader of the righteous side, Yun Wanzhou was bound to be involved in such matters.
Just like now.
Yun Wanzhou said, "We'll know if it's harmful once we test it."
"How to verify?" Xie Wuyang asked sarcastically.
Xie Wuyang stared at Yun Wanzhou intently, trying to see any sign of guilt or evasion on this man's face.
Facts have proved that Xie Wuyang was destined not to get the desired result. This person did nothing but look at him silently with pursed lips and a look of struggle on his face.
There are tens of thousands of demons and monsters in this world. For the immortals, those who are not of the same species must have ulterior motives and should be dealt with.
In his previous life, this devil was an outlier.
Xie Wuyang suddenly felt ridiculous that he was so obsessed with making the dignified Cangqiong Mountain Immortal Lord move by the monster.
It is better to rely on yourself than on others. Yun Wanzhou wanted to convince him, and he also wanted to convince Yun Wanzhou. It would be better to let them see it with their own eyes and find out the truth for themselves.
Thinking of this, Xie Wuyang raised his head and said stubbornly, "Disciple has always believed that whether it is a demon or a human, there are good and bad ones. Master can't convince me, and I can't convince you either. How about making a bet with me?"
"What bet?"
"If that monster is good, Master, please let it go. If it's bad..." Xie Wuyang frowned and thought for a moment, then decided to ask Yun Wanzhou directly, "What does Master want?"
Yun Wanzhou's eyes flickered slightly, and he asked, "What do you want to do?"
"Didn't Chen Ziyi say that the monster sucks human blood? I want to go to Old Zhang's house in advance to guard it and lure the monster out..."
"No." Yun Wanzhou interrupted Xie Wuyang without hesitation.
Xie Wuyang continued nonchalantly, "Master, please listen to me first. Before that, please cast a few more life-saving talismans on me. If that monster really wants to eat me, I can still save my life."
"It's too dangerous." Yun Wanzhou shook his head and refused.
Xie Wuyang continued to persuade, "Master, just follow me, there will be no danger."
Seeing Yun Wanzhou's slightly moved expression, Xie Wuyang leaned forward in a flattering manner, "I finally managed to get down from Cang Qiong Mountain. Master, please let me broaden my horizons."
Now that things had come to this, Yun Wanzhou couldn't refuse anymore and nodded hesitantly.
Xie Wuyang finally breathed a sigh of relief.
He was so obsessed with meeting Lao Zhang, not only because he felt that Yun Wanzhou was too arbitrary in judging the good and bad of monsters, but also because he wanted to find out whether Lao Zhang's resurrection was related to the nightmare stone.
…
When the two people arrived at Lao Zhang's house, it was empty and there was no one there.
Chen Ziyi said that Lao Zhang is now the same as when he was alive, and he goes home every night.
After searching for a while without success, Xie Wuyang simply brought a chair from Lao Zhang's house and sat in front of the door waiting for Lao Zhang to come home.
Yun Wanzhou cast an invisibility talisman on himself and wanted to follow Xie Wuyang into the house, but he was afraid that the monster was sensitive to the smell, so he hid behind a tree in the yard.
Last night, Xie Wuyang thought about it all night long, and the more he thought about it, the more bizarre and strange the incident at Dashipo seemed to him.
The Nightmare Stone is on Dashipo, and strange things keep happening on Dashipo. Even Lao Zhang's resurrection is similar to the power of the Nightmare Stone.
If we ignore the timeline...
A guess flashed through Xie Wuyang's mind.
Since his rebirth, Xie Wuyang has never seen the Nightmare Stone. What if the Nightmare Stone was lost before the original owner entered the forbidden attic?
This idea was audacious, but the more Xie Wuyang thought about it, the more reasonable it seemed.
If this is true, then Lao Zhang must have the whereabouts of the Nightmare Stone on him.
According to Chen Ziyi, Lao Zhang would come back from the farmland at night, and when Lao Zhang was resting, the monster would start to do evil.
Yun Wanzhou, a "righteous gentleman", will definitely have the idea of catching monsters as his first thought at that time, while Xie Wuyang can take advantage of the opportunity to look for the whereabouts of the nightmare stone on Lao Zhang.
It's kind of boring just standing there like this.
In his previous life, Xie Wuyang often stayed in the Saint Burial Tomb like this. At that time, his spiritual power was quite high, so he didn't feel too tired even if he sat there like this.
But now it is different. The physical strength of this young man, who has no spiritual power, is not much better than that of an ordinary mortal.
In just the time it took for a stick of incense to pass, Xie Wuyang's eyelids began to twitch.
While his consciousness was blurred, Xie Wuyang seemed to have returned to his previous life when he was the Demon Lord.
At that time, the Holy Burial Tomb had just been built and all the problems had been solved, but the fate of the hundreds of people who practiced in the Holy Burial Tomb became a problem.
The demon elders tied up the group of people and pushed them onto the main hall, demanding, "Lord, you only care about yourself, and now what will you do with these people? Will you kill them all?"
Xie Wuyang looked at the elder, sneered, and said calmly, "Kill them all."
It's none of my business, I'm high and mighty.
The hundred people were frightened so much that they turned pale and knelt down to beg for mercy.
In fact, half of these people are beggars living on the streets, and the other half...
Xie Wuyang's eyes swept across the familiar yet unfamiliar faces, silently counting their crimes in his heart.
The man on the left kicked him twice when he was a child, the man on the right called him a bastard, and the man in the middle stole his food and fed it to the dog.
Xie Wuyang raised his finger and pointed at a few people, "Leave these few behind, and let the rest... go."
Those who received the imperial decree fled the Demon Palace with tears of gratitude, leaving only a few trembling people.
Xie Wuyang hooked his finger, and one of them came to his side like a dog, kowtowed twice, and said, "Master, spare my life."
Xie Wuyang propped up his chin and said jokingly, "I didn't say I wanted to kill you."
He really didn't want to kill anyone. At most, he wanted to return the humiliation he suffered in his childhood a hundred times over, making them live a life worse than pigs and dogs.
But before he could put his plan into action, a demon soldier suddenly came to report, "Immortal Yun is here."
"Oh? Immortal Yun is here?" Xie Wuyang sat up straight with interest, "Please come in."
A touch of pure white came into view. Xie Wuyang raised his eyes slightly and met a cold face.
"Thank you for being safe."
…
"Xie Wuyang." A call with a completely different tone from the one in the dream woke Xie Wuyang from his sleep.
The sun had already moved to the west at some point, and the clouds were dyed a dazzling red by the sunset glow.
Xie Wuyang rolled his eyes belatedly and retracted his gaze from the top of his head.
Yun Wanzhou stared at him silently, his sharp features stained by a faint glow, revealing a cold and distant look.
For a moment, Xie Wuyang felt that he was very much like the Immortal Yun who had entered the demon world and persuaded him, the devil, to turn to good in his dream.
A fair hand covered Xie Wuyang's hand, with distinct knuckles, slender and long, and even the curve of the crescent moon on the finger was just right.
When it touched the back of Xie Wuyang's hand, it brought a slight coolness, but the palm of his hand was burning hot.
Yun Wanzhou used his spiritual power to check the talisman he had cast on Xie Wuyang, and only after making sure it was intact did he feel relieved.
But his brows relaxed for a short while before they gathered again. "Why do you call yourself the master?"
Xie Wuyang's heart skipped a beat. For a moment, he even thought Yun Wanzhou was calling him.
"Master, did you hear me wrong? I was just practicing. It was that...spell..."
Halfway through his words, Xie Wuyang was faced with the Immortal Lord, whose temperament was even colder than that of five hundred years later, and suddenly he couldn't find the right words and got stuck.
There are few people living in Dashipo. After Lao Zhang's accident, no one walks on this road anymore.
Except for the few chirping sounds of the unintelligent birds flying overhead.
The wind rustled softly, leaving only the sound of Xie Wuyang's heartbeat, which was getting faster and faster.
Would Yun Wanzhou realize that his beloved disciple had already replaced his soul under his physical body?
Xie Wuyang sat there pretending to be calm, but he was already panicking inside.
If they found out, wouldn't Zhaoxianmen, who hated the demons to the core, skin him alive and tear out his tendons?
He had just been reborn a few days ago, he couldn't die so easily.
Thinking of this, Xie Wuyang closed his eyes, then opened them again, ready to play dumb and muddle through. Just as a sound came out of his throat, he suddenly remembered Lao Zhang, "Master, is Lao Zhang back?"
"I'm back."
Upon hearing this, Xie Wuyang sat up straight instantly, "Where is he?"
Yun Wanzhou had no idea what was going on, and his expression was a little puzzled. "That monster might be a little... different from what you imagined."
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
