Chapter 81 Sleep "Don't blame me."
Outside the suburban park of the Supermarket Management Bureau, crowds gathered in layers, even attracting the attention of Director Yang, who personally went to the front line.
Although it was late at night, the old man was still dressed neatly, his military uniform standing tall, his hair, which was whiter than that of his peers, was tucked into his military cap, and the wrinkles on his face resembled sword marks left by an ancient immortal on a stone carving.
He shifted his gaze from the cell tower and glanced at the surrounding equipment—almost all the equipment the Superpower Administration headquarters could mobilize had been brought over. The high-energy protective shield was at its maximum, and a three-layered energy isolation barrier enveloped the entire cell tower. Energy detection instruments were set up on all sides, and each jump sent shivers down his spine.
"Remove all the testing equipment," the old man said calmly. "Replace some speakers and play some calming music."
If Director Yang hadn't said this, people would have thought some square-dancing auntie had gone mad.
The deputy asked cautiously, "But what if the Demon King goes out of control, and there's no warning from the detection equipment..."
"Do as I say."
The deputy dared not ask any more questions and went to relay the order with his tail between his legs. Soon, the staff in charge of the equipment moved out in an orderly manner, carefully removed the detector, and the sound system was also set up inside the protective cover in an orderly manner.
The calming music began to flow slowly through the park—the five tones are connected with the seven emotions, and the calming music of the Super Management Bureau is of course not ordinary music. It was composed by monsters who are proficient in music. Ordinary people can quickly calm their minds and focus after listening to it; it can also have a calming effect on some low-level out-of-control monsters.
But... so many people from the Super Management Bureau are gathered here, on high alert, not to guard against those out-of-control monsters in the prison building.
The real threat is Jiu Su, the Demon King, whose danger goes without saying. Shu Qing is the only safety net in the world.
Now that Shu Qing has mysteriously disappeared, no one can control him. What if Jiu Su develops ulterior motives and wants to seize power?
Not to mention he's currently surrounded by a group of out-of-control monsters. According to current research, the monsters' loss of control is due to "rules"... or rather, "the Way." Whether these things will influence each other, nobody knows. What if he also loses control?
People dared not imagine the consequences of Jiu Su going out of control. Even a supernatural being of around level 8 going out of control could blow up half a city. Even if Jiu Su went out of control in the suburbs of the capital, it could probably blow up the entire capital. At that time...
"The music is already turned up to the maximum, but the calming effect... is probably not ideal." The deputy reported in a low voice. The calming music had taken effect, and the tense expressions on the faces of the people gathered around had relaxed a lot. However, the expressions of several high-ranking special agents did not change at all. Obviously, to them, this music was just a piece of cake.
It's useless against them, let alone an ancient demon king like Jiu Su, who probably wouldn't even deign to give it a glance.
That's why no one initially thought of using calming music to deal with Jiu Su—because this little trick was completely useless.
Everyone understood this principle, and several people were secretly watching Director Yang, but he remained unmoved. His eyes were fixed on the direction of the prison tower, not sparing a glance for anyone else.
He has dealt with countless terrifying supernatural beings throughout his life, and although this is the greatest crisis he will face in his life, it is, after all, just one of countless crises.
A sharp, cold light pierced through the thick gray fog, which seemed to gain substance, like a tattered sack torn in two, from which Jiu Su escaped. His demonic eyes were as red as dripping blood, and without hesitation, he moved to the edge of the cage, his palm emitting a surge of cold air that enveloped the head of a "person" inside.
That "person" was no match for Jiu Su to begin with. Although he used the "Peeping Technique" to create a maze and temporarily trapped him, it was only for a short while. He was locked in a cage, and that little time wasn't even enough for him to break the seal.
With his head restrained, he let out a shrill howl, and gray fur appeared on his face, gradually revealing his true form as a spirit ape.
"Dare to pry into my past?" Jiu Su chuckled softly. "Tell me where you imprisoned her. Tell me now, and I might let you die a little more easily."
With this monster's abilities, trying to pry into his memories was pure fantasy, but the illusion it conjured for him contained his memories of his past life. It was obvious that it had seen these memories from Shu Qing's past life.
Either it trapped Shu Qing, or at least it had seen Shu Qing before. Although Jiu Su was willing to risk his life to protect the demon race, he couldn't be soft-hearted towards any demon race. At least for the one in front of him, he didn't mind using some ruthless methods.
A wisp of cold air slowly crept into the demon's eyes—he and Nian Nian were of the same kind, although his energy level was much higher, his abilities and traits were exactly the same. Thanks to Nian Nian, Jiu Su now knew this kind of demon race, who was good at prying into the past, very well. He knew where their weaknesses were and how to deal with them.
A chill crept into her mind through her eyes, and Jiu Su ruthlessly searched through its demonic soul, trying to find traces of Shu Qing.
“Demon King… Demon King, you…” The spirit ape rolled on the ground in pain. As expected of a demon skilled in mind control, even though it was restrained, it had not given up on bewitching Jiu Su’s mind. “That woman… she deceived you so badly, and even caused the demon race to lie dormant in the snow realm for thousands of years… she deceived you into a complete defeat, deceived you into a tragic death, do you really not care at all?”
Jiu Su scoffed, too lazy to answer, and her cold aura searched everywhere with even greater impunity. Her actions resembled a violent rummaging through drawers and cabinets when something was missing, with debris flying everywhere, completely disregarding any potential cruel consequences.
The ape let out a shrill scream, its voice broken and powerless to fight against Jiu Su any longer. It rolled in the dust, struggling incessantly.
"You...you'll never find her, you can't keep her..." It finally realized that it couldn't possibly bewitch Jiu Su and escape from him; that was just wishful thinking. Facing death, it could only curse intermittently, "She already knows everything. This time, she's still the same as before...Do you think that if you find her now...you can keep her?"
These words struck at the heart of Jiu Su's pain. Jiu Su's gaze suddenly turned cold, and she slapped it across the face.
When he subdued the out-of-control monster before, he was careful and tried his best not to cause it any unnecessary harm; but at this moment, he seemed to care nothing about its life.
The ape lay on the ground, convulsing. Suddenly, Jiu Su's gaze sharpened. He caught a piece of information, picked it out like a shrimp vein, and glanced at it.
A scream pierced the night sky, startling the other imprisoned monsters in the distance. Some trembled, while others let out similar howls and whimpers.
If the energy detectors outside hadn't been removed at that moment, people would have seen all the detectors jump several levels upwards.
"Oh, so you've taken a fancy to her soul," Jiu Su said with a half-smile, "and you want to devour her soul once it's fully recovered, so you can escape from here?"
The spirit ape was violently injured by him, and its demonic soul was also severely damaged. Its eyes were unfocused, and it no longer responded to what he said.
Jiu Su frowned. This spirit ape had deliberately buried Shu Qing's memories deep inside; he had only unearthed a pile of junk information. Judging by its condition, it was already on its last legs. If it died before finding any trace of Shu Qing, where would he find any clues?
The tyrannical demon king slowly bent down, placed a hand on the spirit ape's pulse point, and injected life-sustaining demonic power into its meridians. Then, without any pity, he searched through its mind.
Shu Qing slept soundly in a cool, quiet place, unaware of how long she had slept or where she was. Sometimes, she would wake from a deep dream and find herself in a pure white mist, separated by a veil of chaos, feeling a familiar presence.
When she first woke up, she felt very weak and barely had the strength to move. But compared to the near-death experience she had felt before, she was much better.
She mustered a little strength and tentatively called out, "Little Red?"
After a while, Jiu Su gave a faint "hmm," her voice cold and filled with deep resentment.
“Where is this?” Shu Qing had to stop and rest after every few words. “You...put me in…”
Jiu Su replied indifferently, "In my demon soul."
These words were spoken so casually, as if casually stuffing another person's soul into one's own was as simple and casual as putting two dollars in one's pocket before leaving the house.
Shu Qing was speechless. She knew that Jiu Su wanted to save her, but using one's own body as a vessel to gather souls for others was such a wicked and heretical act. As the goddess of Kunlun, she knew the danger involved immediately.
She had a thousand words to say, but couldn't find the words. In the end, she could only softly ask, "Why bother?"
Jiu Su seemed to chuckle and said in a low voice, "What else can I do? I am an extremely evil demon. I have bowed and kowtowed three times and kowtowed nine times to all the gods and Buddhas, but they refused to answer me. Now I am the only one left, and I can barely be of any use. It is my only choice to have you tainted with demonic energy. Don't blame me."
Whether his words were more sarcastic or a result of overwhelming emotion, he remained as prickly as ever, distant and cold, as if ready to prick her if she dared to approach him again.
Shu Qing didn't care about his pretentious act. She raised her hand—her current "hand" was actually just a faint wisp of spiritual light, almost indistinguishable in shape, and she couldn't raise it very high. She could only gently touch the pure white mist swirling around her.
The white mist actually shrank back slightly, and she vaguely heard Jiu Su gasp softly.
She asked softly, "Does it hurt a lot?"
“No,” Jiu Su said coldly, “besides, what does this have to do with Lord Xiashan?”
"Lord of Xiashan" was the respectful title outsiders used for her after she succeeded as Lord of Xiashan. Now, he uses this title to address her, which is a way of drawing a line between them.
Although she is still sleeping inside his demonic soul, inseparable from him.
This time, Shu Qing stopped answering altogether. She had so little energy left; she had reached her limit after saying just a few words and could no longer hold on. She clearly heard his resentful words but was powerless to respond, and once again fell into a deep sleep.
In her dazed state, she vaguely thought: I'll tell him the rest when I wake up next time...
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