Chapter 49: Son of the Demon Lord, if you keep crying, we will be...
Before the red fox's screams faded away, its body curled up at a speed visible to the naked eye and twisted into a horrifying shape.
The crimson fur gradually lost its luster, and the hair, flesh, and blood turned to ashes in the blink of an eye. In the end, only a piece of dark red demon bone remained, falling quietly to the ground.
What kind of demonic magic was this? It could actually cause a puppet to unleash such immense energy, even turning the little fox demon into a molten mess.
Shen Wenji's pupils constricted, and his fingertips trembled as he picked up the demon bone.
The demon bone in front of me seemed to be a little strange. It didn't look like an animal bone. This small piece looked more like... a human bone.
She gently closed her eyes, covered the cold bone surface with her fingertips, and probed into it with a trace of spiritual consciousness. A familiar breath spread through her fingers.
The next second, she suddenly opened her eyes. This breath... was Xie Yunqing's breath, tainted with the clearness of his spiritual veins, and exactly the same demonic power she felt in the Fox Demon Cave that day.
Shen Wenji looked at the demon bone in his palm and lowered his eyelashes. Could this be the demon bone he once said he would shave off?
Did his demon bone actually transform into a red fox? They were actually one and the same.
Thinking of the lies he had told her before, her lips curled up slightly, but then bitterness welled up in her lips. This indescribable feeling might be heartache.
The little boy who followed her around when he was young and would cry when kicked by a playboy, had a completely different personality when he grew up.
"Xie Yunqing..." She clenched her demon bone tightly, her knuckles turning white. The hard pain in her palm was like a sharp needle, piercing her heart unexpectedly. "How much of your past do I still not know about?"
"Go to the Demonic Realm."
The eldest brother’s mechanical voice sounded again, the demonic energy around him became more and more dense, his empty eyes stared at Shen Wenji, and he kept urging him.
Demonic energy was gathering in his palms once again, which was quite threatening.
Shen Wenji took a deep breath and suppressed the panic in his heart. There was no point in fighting hard at this moment. The eldest brother was controlled by the puppet technique. Whether he was hurt or himself was hurt, in the end it was the demons who were controlling the situation behind the scenes who would reap the benefits.
She touched the dark red lines on the monster bone and agreed to accompany Xie Yunqing. She still had a lot of things to figure out, so she might as well take this opportunity to go to the Demon Realm for a secret investigation.
Seeing that the eldest brother only talked to her but didn't do anything, it seemed that the mastermind behind the scenes didn't want to hurt her.
Shen Wenji put the demon bone into the storage ring, gripped his sword tightly, and deliberately slowed down his tone: "Okay, I'll go with you, lead the way."
The demonic energy in the eldest brother's eyes shrank slightly, and he turned and walked towards the depths of the back mountain. Shen Wenji followed closely behind him, quietly pinching a communication talisman with his fingertips.
She informed Elder Zhang of her whereabouts and the abnormality of her senior brother, hoping that they would notice the abnormality as soon as possible and find an opportunity to provide support and resolve the situation.
The path in the back mountain was winding, and the deeper they went, the more demonic energy suddenly appeared. Shen Wenji was secretly surprised. Had the back mountain of the Hehuan Sect been invaded by demons to this extent? No wonder they could come in and act wildly.
After walking for an unknown amount of time, a pitch-black crack appeared before my eyes. Thick black fog was swirling in the crack. It looked like the entrance to the Demon Realm.
Shen Wenji was speechless. Other people's gates were opened to the back mountain of Hehuan Sect, but she, the sect leader, knew nothing about it.
There must be high-ranking people in the Hehuan Sect who are colluding with the outside world, and no one knows how many spies from the demon clan have sneaked in.
The eldest brother stepped into the crack first, Shen Wenji gritted his teeth and followed in.
Passing through the crack, what appeared before my eyes was a barren blood-red land, the sky was a dark gray-purple, and the air was filled with the smell of decay.
Not far away, a black palace stood on the ruins. Outside the palace stood several demon cultivators in black robes. When they saw her coming, they all retreated to make way for her.
"It seems that Sect Master Shen is very aware of the current situation."
A frivolous voice came from the palace, and then a man in a dark red brocade robe walked out slowly, his voice tinged with laughter: "Long time no see, Wen Ji."
Shen Wenji did recognize the person in front of him. He was the Demon Saint whom he had met several times before.
He had a handsome face and a devilish charm in his eyes. He looked completely different from the last time they met, with an indescribable weirdness in him.
When his eyes swept over Shen Wenji, it was as if he was looking at something, which made people feel uncomfortable.
Shen Wenji gripped his sword tightly, looked at him warily, and asked, "Who are you?"
"Wen Ji, I'm Mo Cang." The man approached, his fingertips gently brushing the dark patterns on his sleeves, and said affectionately: "We are friends, how could you forget my name."
Shen Wenji glanced at the demon cultivators around him who were staring at him eagerly, his eyes narrowed, and he sneered, "Friend? This is how you treat guests."
Mo Cang ignored her questioning and even wanted to reach out to touch Shen Wenji's cheek, saying in an ambiguous tone: "After we parted that day, I couldn't forget him. Seeing him today, my longing has finally eased."
Shen Wenji dodged to the side, glaring at him in horror, the tip of his sword pointed directly at his throat: "Son, there's no need to act like this. If you have something to say, just say it directly. What is your purpose in arresting me?"
He calmly withdrew his hand and chuckled, "Purpose? Naturally, I want to ask Sect Master Shen to stay in the Demon Realm and use the power of the Hehuan Sect to help me ascend to the position of Demon Lord."
Mo Cang's gaze grew increasingly fiery, his voice tinged with madness: "If you are willing to obey me, I will make you the sole heir of the demon clan, and you will enjoy all the glory and wealth. When I conquer the three realms, this beautiful land will be shared by you and me."
As he said this, he stepped forward again, stretched out his hands to hold her in his arms, and even put his lips close to her ear.
"How dare you!" Shen Wenji shouted, thrusting the sword forward half an inch, the tip slicing through his skin. She didn't dare to actually hurt him. After all, this was in the demon clan's territory, and it would be inconvenient for her to move alone.
But she still had to scold him, and she mocked him without hesitation: "Since ancient times, immortals and demons cannot coexist. Even if I die, I, Shen Wenji, will never succumb to the demons and will not cause the Hehuan Sect to be loyal to the demons."
After hearing this, the demon cultivators around wanted to step forward and teach her a lesson together, but Mo Cang raised his hand to stop them.
Mo Cang's smile grew even wider. He thoughtfully blocked her sword with his fingers, stepped back a few steps, and looked at her with interest: "Oh? Immortals and demons are irreconcilable? Then what's going on between you and Xie Yunqing?"
Shen Wenji’s heart sank suddenly: “What do you mean?”
"Nothing interesting, I just found something particularly interesting recently." He raised an eyebrow, his tone tinged with sarcasm, "You are obsessed with Xie Xianjun. Do you think he is the chief disciple of the Tianxuan Sect, the orphan of the Xie family who was tragically wiped out?"
Mo Cang paused deliberately, looking at Shen Wenji's tense expression, he chuckled softly, and slowly threw out a shocking sentence: "He is the first son of the Demon Lord of the Demon Realm, and he is my biological brother."
"Tell me." He leaned in closer, like a venomous snake spitting its tongue, tightening the air around him. "We are both the demons you hate and despise. Why can he do this, but I can't?"
"Or do you not know his identity at all?"
Shen Wenji froze in place, almost losing her grip on the sword. She didn't want to believe Mo Cang's words, but when she thought of the strangeness of Xie Yunqing's body... all the clues connected together pointed to this somewhat absurd truth.
Seeing her reaction as if struck by lightning, Mo Cang arched his eyebrows and said, "How pitiful! You don't understand the person you like at all. Why don't you choose me? I'm more sincere than him. I won't lie to you."
"shut up!"
Shen Wenji felt mixed emotions. She did not have that much hatred towards the demons. What she had just said about being irreconcilable was just an excuse to fool Mo Cang.
But Xie Yunqing is different. He has been carrying hatred for the demons for so long, and every step of the way has been paved with hatred. Now, the hated demons have become his only relatives in this world.
She couldn't imagine how Xie Yunqing would accept it.
"How do I know whether what you said is true or not? Xie Yunqing has been fighting against the demons. How could he be in cahoots with you?" She argued, trying to trick out some useful information.
Mo Cang really enjoyed seeing her stubborn expression. He laughed even more heartily: "You can tell the truth by asking him himself."
He raised his hand and used his magic energy to circle Shen Wenji, carrying her to the hall, pretending to be innocent and said: "Brother, your little lover is here to see you, don't you get up to meet her?"
Shen Wenji paused in his struggle. Was he going to take her to find Xie Yunqing?
After passing through several dark corridors, a small house half a person's height appeared in front of me. The roof was made of shabby black tiles, the walls were covered with inky vines, and even the windows were nailed with heavy iron bars, exuding a depressing and dead atmosphere.
Pushing open the creaking wooden door, a strong smell of blood hit me in the face. Xie Yunqing was leaning against a pile of straw in the corner, his chest heaving violently. One hand was pressing on the wound on his abdomen, and blood was oozing out from between his fingers, staining the straw beneath him red.
Shen Wenji's heart tightened, and she broke free from Mo Cang's restraint. She rushed to Xie Yunqing, half-knelt down, and trembled as she wanted to touch his wound, but was afraid of hurting him.
"How did you get hurt like this?" His voice was choked with sobs.
Mo Cang hugged his shoulders and watched the fun, saying, "Don't you want to ask about his background? Ask?"
Xie Yunqing slowly opened his eyes, his face pale, and looked at her with complicated eyes without saying anything.
Shen Wenji's heart sank to the bottom. What Mo Cang said was true, and Xie Yunqing already knew it.
Mo Cang pretended to be considerate at this moment and deliberately stepped away, leaving them with a quiet space to argue.
But he was afraid of being disappointed. Shen Wenji had no intention of discussing the truth of his life experience with Xie Yunqing. She just felt sorry for his experience.
She carefully covered his blood-stained hand and used her gentle spiritual power to stop the bleeding.
But it was all in vain, the bleeding wouldn't stop, her fingers were trembling with cold, and her limbs were straining.
Bitterness and helplessness burst out of her eyes. She lowered her head, unable to stop crying.
I haven't seen him for a few hours, how come he got himself into such a mess...
Someone gently stroked the top of her head, and Xie Yunqing's gentle voice slid down her hair and fell into her ears.
"I'm fine, don't worry."
He cupped her cheeks and their eyes met.
Shen Wenji clearly saw a small reflection in his eyes. The person's eyes were red and swollen from crying, and there were tear marks on his cheeks. He looked dejected and did not look good.
She covered her face shyly and said in a muffled voice: "I don't look good now, you are not allowed to look at me."
"Nonsense, it's obviously beautiful." His voice was soft, like a gentle breeze.
Xie Yunqing lowered his head, breathing very close: "You are always beautiful."
Then, he gently held the back of her hand that was covering her face, and rubbed her cheek with his fingertips soothingly, catching all the tears that flowed through his fingers.
He hugged Shen Wenji in his arms and racked his brains to comfort him: “This broken house is not very waterproof. If you keep crying, we will be drowned by tears.”
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