Wen Wushang raised his eyebrows slightly: "As expected of you, Lord Xiaoyao. You've discovered it too?"
"The demonic energy in his body is very subtle and almost undetectable."
Purple eyes were calm: "Whether the demon species is good or evil is still unknown."
"Do you want to help Dugu Jiu find his true self and determine whether the demon species is good or evil?"
"Take one step at a time and see what happens."
"Don't worry, I'm here this time. I'll keep a close eye on him."
Su Yao curled his lips: "This is the first time I feel that you, a demon cultivator... can be useful."
He said dissatisfiedly: "Su Yao, you are so heartless. Have you forgotten that I helped you find the fragments of spiritual consciousness?"
"The previous times, you had selfish motives. But this time, you chose to integrate with us."
His azure eyes flickered: "What's the difference?"
She said, "It proves that in your heart, you have begun to regard us as friends."
He smiled faintly and didn't reply.
In his heart, he didn't consider anyone as a friend except Su Yao.
A few seconds later, just as she glanced sideways at her, Su Yao had disappeared.
Suddenly, a trace of reluctance came over him, and he cleared his throat: "Let's all go, it's best if we go. I can drive alone in peace..."
As soon as he finished speaking, Shi Sang appeared in the passenger seat with an enthusiastic expression: "My Lord, I have finally caught up!"
Wen Wushang was a little annoyed: "What are you doing here?"
"My Lord, it's me!"
"Where's Zi Mengling?"
"She stayed at the Wen Mansion and seems to still be angry with the Lord..."
"I gave her a chance to atone for her sins, but she still acted arrogantly. If you're not satisfied, get out."
Shi Sang advised: "My Lord, Zi Mengling's biggest mistake was falling in love with someone... Give her some time, at least she is still very loyal to you."
Wen Wushang showed no emotion and changed the subject: "Keep a close eye on Dugu Jiu."
Shi Sang sensed the demonic energy in the car in front and nodded, "Yes, I will keep an eye on the little white cat."
After the convoy had been driving for two hours, Ye Yuanyuan couldn't hold her urine anymore and called Su Yao to tell her she wanted to stop.
When they arrived at the rest stop, Su Wanwan quickly got off the car and went to the bathroom.
Before Su Yao could ask, Liu Yuting took his son to the men's restroom. Wu Yan walked over and immediately praised him, "Director Su, my master has already realized how to be a good stepfather. Isn't that great?"
"Good."
Seeing Su Yao's approval, Xin Jifeng sneered: "Is this little thing worthy of praise?"
"I didn't expect you to think of that."
"Master! I don't dislike it, it's just that Liu Yuting loves to show off..."
The purple eyes were already looking forward, towards that inconspicuous corner: a female soul, slumped on the ground.
She curled up her body, her clothes had long since turned into tattered clothes, her hair was disheveled, her face was as shriveled as dead wood, and only her eyes were filled with a deep and resentful light.
Her legs had long since been crippled, and the lower part of her soul had become a blur, emitting a pale gray and cold aura of death, as if she had been paralyzed for years. Her back was hunched, and her face still retained the sorrowful look of death and the twisted hunger of hunger. She had not transformed into a ghost, nor had she entered the cycle of reincarnation. Instead, she lingered in a corner of the mortal world with an extremely forbearing attitude, clinging to her lingering desires.
The direction where her soul was located happened to be behind a young girl.
As Su Yao's soul opened, he communicated with the old soul and knew that she had something to say.
"You can finally see me..." The female soul's voice was dry, slow, and almost shattered in the wind, but it was trembling unconcealed: "My name is Guan Qiaofeng, I'm her grandmother, and the child's name is Chen Yanling."
Su Yao nodded, her voice emotionless: "You raised her."
Guan Qiaofeng's soul trembled slightly, just like the dilapidated house in her memory.
"The winter she was born was incredibly cold. Her parents left her with me, saying they were working away from home and had no time to care for her. I held her in my arms, making her rice porridge and boiled sweet potatoes. I took off my cotton-padded jacket to cover her, worried she'd be cold. When she was three, she had a near-fatal fever, and I had to carry her for 20 miles to find a health center."
"She's afraid of the dark... Whenever she cries, I shine a flashlight on the wall and coax her into believing it's the moon fairy who's come to see her."
Su Yao listened quietly without interrupting, and the aura around him was faint and inviolable.
"But I was old and sick, lying in bed and unable to move. They threw me into the woodshed in the backyard of the old house, saying it was too smelly and they were afraid of infecting their youngest son."
"I was so hungry I fainted, and I kept muttering 'Yanling, Yanling,' worried she wouldn't find me when she came back... But her parents wouldn't let her come back to see me. They lied to her that I was in the hospital and was doing well."
Su Yao whispered, "You died of starvation."
Guan Qiaofeng's soul trembled violently as if she had heard some fatal words.
"Well... I starved to death. There wasn't even a quilt on my bed. It was three days after I died that the neighbors smelled the stench and sent someone to collect my body."
Su Yao sighed softly: "You don't want to leave because of her."
"Yes." Guan Qiaofeng looked at Chen Yanling not far away, her soul floating in the air, filled with endless sorrow. "She's being deceived by her parents. They said my grandmother's hometown wants to arrange a blind date for her. They say the family is well-off and has a car and a house."
"But I heard before I died that the man in that family was notoriously hot-tempered and married her as a reproductive tool."
Su Yao's eyes flashed.
"And..." Lao Hun gritted his teeth, "Her parents gave birth to a son who was twenty years younger than her and kept it a secret from her for three years. They had long planned to let Yanling earn money to support her brother in the future."
"Her parents said that's the root of 'passing on the family line'."
"She doesn't know anything. She's still soft-hearted and says, 'Mom and Dad are my elders, I can't disobey them.' I... I won't worry about her even if I die."
Guan Qiaofeng's spirit suddenly pounced towards Su Yao: "Director Su! Please, save Yan Ling... Don't let her step into that hell."
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