"Senior brother, is Master really going to die?" Three days have passed, and Ling Yi still can't believe that Wen Jinge is dead.
In his imagination, his master should have died a tragic death, not just so casually.
Moreover, he died because of something someone else said.
"I don't know." Yang Wennan was extremely anxious. Even he himself didn't understand why he was still worried after so much time had passed.
"Senior brother, are the things in your dreams things that happened in the past?" Ling Yi looked at this person and then at that person, finally fixing his gaze on Qiao Yu. "Senior brother Qiao, why are you not saying anything!"
Senior Brother Liang Si occasionally asked for directions, Yang Wennan sometimes sighed, and Wang Xi occasionally got sand in his eyes. Only Qiao Yu seemed absent-minded, as if she hadn't yet emerged from her previous state.
"I don't know what to say." He was looking at Liang Si as he spoke, and for some reason, he found himself quite afraid of this senior brother, even though he hadn't done anything.
"Are you hungry?" Liang Si asked, taking out a flatbread from her pocket. "You guys can make do with this! Junior Brother Yang, come over here, I have something to ask you."
"Senior brother." Ling Yi tugged at Yang Wennan's sleeve, not really wanting him to come over. Among these people, besides Wen Jinge, Yang Wennan was the only one he was somewhat familiar with.
"It's alright." Yang Wennan patted his arm reassuringly and shared half of the flatbread with the mentally impaired Buddha. "Have some!"
"This humble monk thanks you, benefactor, hehehe."
Hey! Where's mine?!
"You're a demon, do you also eat human food?" Ling Yi looked at the demon saint with curiosity. "How strange. The monk lost his memory, but you have hands and feet, so why are you following us?"
Demon Saint Son: ...
"What's your name, Bei Mo?" Children are always innocent and speak without restraint. Although the Demon Saint Son considered himself a child, Ling Yi was clearly more like a child than him.
The child blinked, his eyes sparkling like stars. "What's your name? In your Northern Demon Realm, everyone's called something like 'Northern Demon.' Are you an exception?"
"Northern Demon Shadow."
"At least Bei Moling has a bell, and she's powerful because of her bell. But what about your shadow?"
Bei Moying felt a sense of suffocation and wished he had never spoken.
"It was born from the shadows, hence the name Northern Shadow."
"Oh, I've heard that Shadow Demons are the lowest form of beings without intelligence. Why are you different?"
Bei Moying really didn't know if this child was trying to praise him or make fun of him. "If you can't speak properly, then don't speak."
His gaze was still fixed on Qiao Yu. If Bei Mo Ling had met Qiao Yu in the past, things would have been resolved long ago! However, now that Wen Jinge is dead, he has no mood to deal with matters concerning the Demon Realm.
Even with Qiao Yu, the natural talent, and Ling Yi, the half-finished product after modification, both present, and considering that these kids might not be his match, he still didn't take advantage of their vulnerability.
In any case, his first life was given to him by Wen Jingge, and so was his second life, although neither of them was very pleasant for him.
“I’m quite good at talking. My master even praised me for my pleasant voice. Master…” Ling Yi still looked at him strangely. “I know you killed those people.”
"And then?" Bei Moying licked his lips, a playful glint in his eyes. "You want to kill me?"
“No.” He shook his head, looking at the senior brothers and sisters sitting casually. “What I mean is, you can take me away now.”
Despite the scorching heat and the fierce winds in the desert, Bei Moying was terrified and broke out in a cold sweat.
This child...
It made him feel the pressure of meeting Wen Jingge.
"Now is the time..." Her voice was full of seduction.
But Bei Moying is a coward!
Not only was he scared, he also hid, and immediately sat down next to Wang Xi.
What are you doing?
She had no pleasant feelings towards demons other than the Grandmaster, especially since her master's accident was ultimately due to chasing him. Without Bei Moying, her master wouldn't have died, so naturally she harbored resentment.
"Who is your junior brother closest to on weekdays?" Bei Moying shrank back humbly, wishing he could disappear into a crack in the ground.
For no other reason than that Ling Yi's piercing gaze on a child was terrifying enough.
"Master!" Wang Xi stood up and drew her sword without saying a word. "You're following us, you wouldn't be plotting against my second senior brother and junior brother, would you!"
“I didn’t.” Bei Moying felt wronged. “You can’t just attack me because I’m a demon! Then, isn’t your Grandmaster a demon too?”
“But he didn’t—” Wang Xi was stunned. No, the Grandmaster was forced to become the Grandmaster because he wanted to harm Qiao Yu. “He, he only harmed one person!”
"Then I only harmed one, right?" Bei Moying looked at her pitifully. "So, in a way, I'm still your master's favorite son!"
"Huh?" Wang Xi was dumbfounded.
I haven't heard that her master got married!
Who is that man?
How dare he marry her master?
Bei Moying assumed she didn't believe him, so she added, "I really was created by her. I hate her because she thinks I'm ugly."
"It's really ugly." Wang Xi touched his face; it was stiff and looked very fake. "You should get a new face!"
Bei Moying took a deep breath. "If I weren't worried about you getting hurt by the demons, do you think I would want to follow you? You're wasting my time. It's just a matter of face, I don't care!"
“…” Wang Xi, “Demons are demons, they can throw away their shame just like that.”
Bei Moying found a corner to squat down by himself. These brats were no Xuanmen people at all. They were even more troublesome than the demons. How could they be so infuriating?
"My senior brother asked me to come here because..."
How much do you remember about the Soul Clan?
“Senior brother…” Yang Wennan looked at him with a probing gaze.
Back when he first came up the mountain, this senior brother's position in his heart must have been much stronger than that of Wen Jinge, his unreliable master.
But after experiencing so many things on this trip down the mountain, his master's status rose accordingly. Especially after witnessing the handover between Ji Alao and Di Ruo, he always felt that this senior brother was somewhat like those men who guarded the outer walls of the snowfield.
Like them, they are soulless.
Those who have no soul once had one; the souls of the men on the snowy plains were those crows that swooped down upon them.
As for Liang Si's soul, he doesn't know where it is.
“I come from the past.” Liang Si wrote these words on the ground.
Yang Wennan was stunned. Even without opening his eyes, he could see the outside world if he wanted to.
"What does Senior Brother mean..."
"I just remembered, I remembered it when Master stepped onto that red carpet... I know you did too..."
"But there is no direct evidence to prove that I am the last member of the Soul Clan! I am, and I have complete childhood memories. The mark of the Soul Clan is imprinted on the soul."
“I’m not like you.” A bitter smile appeared on his lips. “I came back with a different appearance, Master. She shouldn’t have died at this time.”
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