Chapter 155 Humans Are the Demons! The Winter Survival Problem
Bluehorn glanced at the panicked humans fleeing, letting them tumble and crawl out of his sight. In the blink of an eye, the hall was empty.
Do they think they can escape? When they entered the city, Xi sealed off the spatial coordinates and also controlled the city gate guards. Unless these humans can break through the magical city walls they built themselves, not even a bird can fly out of this place now.
Blue Horn found it boring, so she turned to Xi and asked, "What's next? Can we go back now?"
Xi didn't answer, but looked towards the door. A human mage in a white robe appeared silently at the door, the tip of his raised magic staff already glowing with a soft magical light.
With a stern face, Xi strode forward and appeared directly in front of the human mage, snatching the magic staff from him. A look of surprise flashed in the latter's eyes, but before he could think any further, his pupils dilated and his expression went blank.
Unable to extract any useful information from the man's soul, Xi's expression grew increasingly displeased. She ripped the man's soul out, and the human mage collapsed limply to the ground.
Seeing that the soul before him was so clear and pure, Xi was somewhat astonished. He carefully examined the soul in front of him and discovered something. He couldn't help but clench his fist, and with a crack, the magic wand he was holding broke in his hand.
"What's wrong?" Bluehorn walked over as well. She also saw the pure white soul of the human after it detached from its body. "A very pure soul? Wait, something's not right. This is a bit too pure, isn't it?"
Even though she didn't know much about souls, she knew that human souls were easily tainted. Only a newborn baby could have such pure white skin. The human on the ground was such a big lump; it couldn't possibly be a baby!
The two wolf heads on the mountain also came closer. The left head sniffed, and the right head sniffed, then spoke one after the other:
"Why does this human soul exude the aura of a flower fairy?"
"It smells like fairies! Where are they hiding?"
Blue Horn paused, then slowly turned to look at Xi. The demon, still in the form of a blond boy, stared expressionlessly at the pure white soul of the human, lost in thought.
The wolf on the right side of the mountain seemed to want to say something, but Bluehorn silently reached out and pinched its mouth shut.
The blond boy withdrew his gaze, glanced at the bent magic wand in his hand, raised his hand to open a spatial rift, inserted the magic wand into it, and then flicked out his fingernail, gently slicing across the pure white soul with very light force. As his fingers slightly closed, the white soul, exuding the natural aura unique to river elves, gathered in his palm like mist.
Having shed their disguises, the human souls now presented to the three demons revealed their true form—a grayish-black and murky color, much like the muddy puddles on a country road.
Glancing at the human's fallen body, Bluehorn was not surprised to see that the pure white color of the mage's robe on the other's body had turned into a deep gray-black.
Xi once again opened a spatial rift, placing the thin fragment of soul in her palm—so thin it seemed it would dissipate at any moment—together with the bent magic wand.
Looking up at the gray and black human soul in front of him, Xi felt a little disgusted. If he were a pure-blooded Nightmare, he might like this soul that was soaked in desire and malice. Unfortunately, he was a hybrid and didn't really want to taste the flavor of this kind of soul.
But it would be a waste to just throw it away, so Xi simply rolled the rather heavy soul into a large dumpling and stuffed it into the wolf's mouth next to her.
The wolf head on the left side of the mountain chewed with relish for a long time, while the wolf head on the right side was practically drooling. Blue Horn was a little curious about the taste of these souls, and she couldn't help but ask, "Is it delicious?"
"It's the mushroom from the mushroom and mutton soup!" Wolf Head on the right side of the mountain replied, licking his lips.
Seeing that Lanjiao was genuinely interested, Xi kindly reminded her, "Shan thinks the lichens and moss of the Poison Fog Wasteland are like the fruits in a sweet fruit soup."
Bluehorn immediately calmed down: "Okay, I understand."
No longer glancing at the mountain still devouring its food, Bluehorn looked around and continued with his earlier question: "What's next, Xi? Are we going back? Or are we continuing our search for that Bratzman Empire?"
Xi pondered for a moment, then shook her head: "Let's not go back yet. The Bratzman Empire isn't important either. Shan, you can smell the soul aura of a flower fairy on this human, right?"
The two wolf heads, which had already completely devoured the human souls, nodded in unison. Xi curled her lips into a smile that didn't reach her eyes: "Alright, it's time to get those lazybones lying in their cages moving. Tell them to bring over all the humans in this city who have magic wands."
Even after the singing on the magic airship stopped, the exquisite magic music box continued to play gentle, flowing melodies. Amidst the elegant and beautiful music, the sun rose and set, set and rose again, and the solemn expressions of the humans clad in various colored mage robes were gradually reflected on the mirror-like floor of the banquet hall.
Some mages tried to communicate, but were knocked unconscious. Others tried to attack, but were also knocked unconscious on the spot. So the mages quieted down and learned to remain silent.
The mutated dire wolf with two heads sniffed around among the mages, occasionally grabbing someone by the scruff of their neck and tossing them to the open ground nearby. Then, the incredibly tall female mercenary picked up the mage and slammed him to the feet of the young nobleman. Before the mage could even begin to resist, and before the young nobleman could make any move, the mage's robes changed color, all of them turning from white to black.
The black-robed mages lay limp on the ground, their fates unknown. Another dark-skinned, white-haired man, resembling a Kassenkin, dragged them aside and piled them up haphazardly.
At first, the mages were uneasy, but when all the white robes that had been taken away turned into black robes, the mages' expressions gradually became complicated.
Watching helplessly as his teacher was also taken away, his white robes transformed into black robes symbolizing evil and sin, the magic apprentice, clutching a rough wooden staff, screamed in despair, "Who are you people?! What have you done to my teacher! My teacher was clearly in a white robe! How could he be in a black robe?!"
Seemingly drawn by her shouts, the two-headed wolf came closer and sniffed. The magic apprentice, her eyes blurry with tears, gripped her staff tightly, thinking that if this monster dragged her away, she would gouge out its eyes!
However, the two-headed wolf sniffed at her and then turned its head away. After the oppressive giant beast had gone far away, the magic apprentice collapsed to her knees, exhausted. Only then did she realize that she was covered in a cold sweat.
The blond, blue-eyed young master also looked over.
The moment her eyes met those emerald green pupils, the magic apprentice felt a buzzing in her mind. She clearly sensed something unknown being drawn out of her spiritual sea, thread by thread. The invisible thing eventually condensed into a drop of blood emitting an ominous black mist before her eyes. The moment the drop took shape, it shot out and pierced directly into her teacher's brow.
The magic apprentice stared blankly at his teacher, who was piled atop the mountain of black-robed figures: "What's that?"
The blue-robed mage nearby felt a pang of pity. She lowered her voice and whispered quickly, "That's the soul medium for the puppet curse!"
The magic apprentice's eyes widened.
"No wonder I couldn't gather it up. It turns out this guy cut off a part of his soul..." Xi muttered, stood up in annoyance, walked to the small mountain of human beings, and pulled out the soul of the guy on top again. This time, he successfully gathered the misty soul fragments of the river elf.
Looking up, Xi saw Shan dragging another human over, and she felt numb—how many fragments had these humans shattered the souls of the riverside elves into?! To come up with such ingenious and wicked ideas, these terrifying humans are the real demons!
Shu Xin had no idea that Xi had led the demons to the human empire. She just felt that they had been gone for a while. Could it be that the demons had encountered some trouble at the Wind Market?
Somewhat worried, Shu Xin asked the caravan to investigate when they passed through the Wind Market. However, before the caravan could bring back any information about the Wind Market, the wind began to blow in the Land of Sin.
The magic concentration increased even faster this time, and the wind naturally became stronger. However, since the Land of Sin now has a large area of dense forest that naturally provides wind protection, the wind didn't actually feel very strong.
However, while the magic concentration began to rise, the temperature gradually decreased. Most areas of the Garnar Kingdom did not have winter, but the Sinful Land, located in the northernmost part of the Garnar Plain and directly bordering the Twin Moon Snowfield, obviously did have winter.
Shu Xin was already hesitating whether to arrange for the flower fairies to continue living in the underground mushroom houses during the harvest month, or to have them stay in the windproof tree houses during this harvest month. Now she also had to consider the flower fairies' winter survival, making the decision even more difficult. The underground mushroom houses were naturally very warm, but there was also a Sun Spring on the surface, which was a hot spring.
Choosing mushroom houses would be a huge undertaking, as the number of flower fairies has increased dramatically, and the growth of tree houses has destroyed a large number of mushroom houses. To house the flower fairies in mushroom houses, a large number of new mushroom houses would need to be built. Especially with the caravan's vigorous promotion, flower fairy civilians are flocking in from the south, and the growth rate of delicious mushrooms can't keep up with the growth rate of the flower fairy population!
If treehouses are chosen, the Snow Clan provides a stable supply of Snow Dragon Fruit, and with sufficient magic power, the Tree of Life can grow and provide a sufficient number of treehouses. The problem is that Shu Xin is unsure whether the treehouses' insulation can withstand the winter of the Land of Sin.
Flower fairies also get sick. Although they collectively call all their illnesses "fever," after Shu Xin sorted through the medical records of the Sinful Land's medical ward, she discovered that the causes and symptoms of fever vary. They are all accompanied by fever, which is why the flower fairies call it fever.
It was truly a headache. Shu Xin sat on the terrace and sighed in distress.
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