After the son of Satan murdered his father and usurped the throne, and Satan's three most capable generals were banished to the mortal world, the swordsman would occasionally think of his past during his spare time when he was not planning revenge.
She was once a horned demon from the third layer of hell. She had longed to become the strongest person in the world since she was a child, so she trained hard. With her extraordinary talent, she made a name for herself in hell with a fire stone sword. She gradually became arrogant, and later slaughtered the entire goblin clan in order to fight for treasures, angering the powerful goblin king from the sixth layer of hell.
That time, she nearly died under the giant axe of the Goblin King, but was saved by Satan who passed by. She was deeply shocked by the powerful force of Satan who easily reduced the Goblin King to ashes, and followed Satan from then on, becoming his left and right arm in conquering hell.
Whether it is the hell before Satan's rule, which was the place of exile for creatures hated by the gods, or the hell after Satan's rule, which gradually formed various power groups and increased in strength to the point that even the gods were quite wary of it, there is no such thing as gratitude. Hell creatures like the horned demon, which reproduce like mushrooms and are basically self-reproducing, do not even have family affection. The word "ruthless" is pervasive from birth to death.
The only reason the Sword Master followed Satan was that he was strong enough and could make her stronger. The Sword Master couldn't remember when she began to truly regard Satan as her leader, to the point that she planned for revenge for a thousand years and even risked her life after the Son of Satan usurped the throne.
When the puppeteer repeatedly mocked her as "like a stupid fanatic", she never refuted, because she herself did not understand why she felt so heartbroken by Satan's death and even wanted to avenge him at the cost of her life.
This kind of emotion that should not appear and does not help to enhance strength is clearly what she once despised the most, and it is also the reason why she has always looked down on ghost masters.
She just knew that after Satan unified Hell, this disguised prison that was once scornfully called a God-forsaken place finally became her hometown that she could proudly talk about to others.
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The swordsman thought this was a description of his life.
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It was quite dramatic and she had countless followers. In the end, she fought to the death. Although she was unlucky and failed to kill the Son of Satan, she still seriously injured Him. Even if Satan was reborn, he would probably only praise her for a job well done.
But she didn't die, but she wasn't alive either. Her weak soul possessed an ugly cat litter box, unable to move. She could only watch the ghost master, whom she had always looked down upon and who had now lost his mind, hanging out with the cat that she had worked so hard to raise into a strong man.
It has been over a month since she became a litter box.
The physical torture was not so bad. Although the function of the cat litter box was a bit disgusting, it was rarely used at home. It was only requisitioned when stray cats from the neighborhood came to find Wodi. What's more, the swordsman's perception was weak now, and he could only vaguely detect a little smell, which was quickly covered up by the air freshener.
But her heart was really hit hard.
As early as when she possessed the teacup and saw that Wodie was still alive, she realized that something was wrong. When she found out that Wodie could actually discuss extremely advanced formations with the ghost master, this feeling of something being wrong became even clearer.
A few days later, when Lihua, Daju and the ragdoll cat came to the villa, they rubbed against each other and rolled around in a cat ball on the warm balcony's plush blanket. She knew that she had probably been deceived by this leopard cat from the very beginning.
It was not at all that Wodi had never come into contact with a stray cat with super powers, and his joining the Biluo organization was no coincidence - the accidental opening of the seal array must have been caused by him.
The swordsman was so angry that she wanted to rush out and fight Wodie to the death, although judging from her current condition, there was a high probability that she would be crushed to death by the ghost master like a bug.
She was not completely unaware of the little tricks that Wodie secretly did when he was in the Biluo organization, but at that time she only thought that the leopard cat wanted to gain power, and she was even secretly happy about the cat's ambition, but she never thought about it in that direction at all.
Who knew that this cat really was just like what the Son of Satan said, and clearly revealed his undercover identity with its name?
This is simply too much!
The swordsman cursed in his heart, but it was of no use. He could only watch Wodie happily eating, drinking and playing games. Surrounded by cats, the ghost master's physical condition got better day by day, until now, more than a month later, he has completely recovered to his previous state.
"I have to go back to the ghost realm," the ghost master said abruptly during lunch in the living room. "I am a ghost, and I cannot stay in the human world for too long. It will cause a large area of yin energy imbalance, causing people who should have been reincarnated to stay in the world."
That's how the Ten Thousand Ghosts in the Ghost Realm came about. At that time, he hadn't assimilated with the Hellhound yet, and was just staying in the Ghost Realm independently. Since he had left Hell for several years and still hadn't achieved anything, the Son of Satan sent him a message asking him to speed up, so he went to the human world at a leisurely pace, and happened to run into the swordsman who had created a killing array to massacre ordinary people in order to absorb members of the Biluo Organization.
"I had just arrived in the human world, so I shouldn't have caused an imbalance so quickly. However, the city had already become a dead city, and my existence was almost the last straw. By the time I realized there was a problem, the city was already crowded with ghosts running around, and some of them were so resentful that they were about to turn into evil spirits."
The ghost master sighed, held the cup of hot milk with both hands, cooled the freshly brewed milk to a suitable drinking temperature, and handed it to Woody.
"So I brought them all back to the ghost realm. Those who were willing to reincarnate were allowed to go through a purification array to return to a state of yin and yang balance. In the end, there were only a few thousand people left who didn't want to reincarnate, so I simply named them the Ten Thousand Ghost Citizens and used them to deal with the task of the Son of Satan."
Woody nodded in understanding.
"That's right, I want to ask you," the ghost master cleared his throat, a little embarrassed, looked away, and after a second, quickly moved back, "Are you willing to go to the ghost realm with me?"
Woody hesitated for a moment.
If he leaves the human world, the soul connection between him and his original body and other aliases will be severed, and he will return to the previous state of not sharing memories.
It's not that it delays things, after all, there are cat toys responsible for delivering messages, and the communication between the human world and the underworld is relatively smooth. But for Wodie, this state is uncomfortable after all, a bit like having a section of his arm cut off. It doesn't hurt, but it's quite awkward.
He didn't say anything for a while, and the Ghost Master understood what he meant. He lowered his eyes in disappointment. Although the corners of his eyes were a little red due to sadness, he didn't continue to ask questions. Instead, he changed the subject considerately: "Before I leave, let me tell you about the Son of Satan. More than fifty years ago, He gave us an order-"
"I have something to tell you, too," Wodi hesitated and interrupted the ghost master, "It's also about the Son of Satan."
They looked at each other and tacitly activated the various shielding formations set up in the villa.
Back when the Ghost Master was still in a state of reduced intelligence, Wodi had set up a lot of formations inside and outside the villa in order to avoid the investigation of the Twenty-Eight Mansions. When the Ghost Master's sanity had recovered a lot, this formation master even regarded strengthening the villa's defense as part of his formation teaching, and taught Wodi while improving the formations, and finally protected the villa tightly.
Not to mention Satan, who is now so weak that he can't even release his spiritual sense. Even the demigod back then would have to work hard to break through the villa's defenses - and this is under the premise that he is concentrating and not affected by the ignore array.
A certain Swordsman-brand cat litter box that had sneaked into the villa before the formation was activated expressed its disgust.
"I just discovered this not long ago," Wodi said slowly, his voice was very light, but his words were no less than a bolt from the blue, "The Son of Satan should be Satan himself."
Ghost Master: “Woof?!”
This guy, who usually couldn't tell the difference between himself and the hellhound, was so scared by these words that he spoke his native language out loud.
His trust in Woody prevented him from refuting the matter immediately. Instead, he frowned in disapproval: "You shouldn't tell me this kind of thing. I was Satan's most capable general back then. If I'm still loyal to Satan, you'll be in danger."
Woody smiled.
He, the little leopard cat, is not a pushover. Of course, he would only tell the Ghost Master such important matters after he was completely sure that he was trustworthy.
Besides, the ghost master who has assimilated with the hellhound has his weaknesses exposed. If there is any abnormal movement, Wodi can make him lose his mind by just raising his claws. He is basically not a threat.
He told the Ghost Master about this, not only because he really didn't want to hide it from him, but also to get more information: "Do you still remember what happened before and after the Son of Satan killed his father?"
The ghost master fell into deep thought.
As a mere ghost, he was an absolute alien even in the hell where demons were rampant. Therefore, he had always been a loner and seldom came into contact with other gossips except for wars. In addition, as time had passed, his memory had been confused and lost in the assimilation with the hellhounds, so it was very difficult for him to remember what had happened.
However, he still remembered the major events that happened before and after the Son of Satan took the throne: "At that time, Hell and the God Realm had been fighting for several years. It was the most intense time of the war among the gods. My God... well, God Satan fought against the God of Heaven. In the end, the God of Heaven fell, and Satan was seriously injured and returned to Hell."
The final battle between the gods and Satan took place at the border of Hell, and countless demons watched the gods fight with all their might before they fell, and Satan escaped in a panic, with his soul almost gone. For a time, the news that Satan was seriously injured and about to fall spread everywhere, and the hearts of the people in Hell were in turmoil. Countless demons were ready to take advantage of the opportunity to seize Satan's godhood.
"Later, the son of Satan killed his father, and Satan destroyed his own godhood before his death. Those demons no longer had the possibility of becoming gods, and they couldn't defeat the son of Satan, who was a demigod, so they all settled down."
By this time, the Ghost Master had already sorted out the logic and said in shock, "So Satan was afraid of the demons' rebellion, so he pretended to be his own son and committed patricide?"
"Besides that, it was also to deceive the Heavenly Dao," Wodi propped up his chin. "The War of the Gods eventually led to the collapse of the God Realm and the fall of the gods. There must have been Heavenly Dao interfering. Satan must have noticed this, so he used this method to avoid his own doomed fall."
Neither of them mentioned where the real Son of Satan had gone. Considering the cold family relationships in Hell and the importance of this matter to Satan, He would obviously not allow such a critical link to be missed. There was no way that this unfortunate Son of God would live to witness his own feat of killing his father.
Thinking about his old boss who he had followed for a thousand years actually plotting this, he felt a sense of sadness or humor. The Ghost Master was silent for a long time, then suddenly snorted and laughed: "So the Sword Master risked his life to seek revenge, but in the end, the one he tricked was actually Satan? If she were still alive and knew about this, she would probably be so angry that she would bite her tongue and commit suicide."
The swordsman who listened to the whole thing in the form of a cat litter box: "..."
Thanks for the invitation. I just came back to life and I really want to die again.
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