"The demon's song is quite profound!" Teacher Luo suddenly said in that strange tone. Although he and Diao Chan had spent more time in the trials of the divine and demonic realms than Wang Yao, this was clearly the first time they had seen such a situation, so they were very curious.
“It’s not that Wang Xian is in a hurry, but I should have taken a good look at it just now. Back in the human realm, this kind of sacrifice was common, but it was mostly for worshipping ancestors and parents. It was much simpler for worshipping peers and juniors.” Diao Chan listened silently for a while and then murmured.
“I think this is quite suitable for the Demon Realm. They’re all dead, so why bother with ancestors and descendants? Treating everyone equally is best. If you’re interested, shall we go take a look? Anyway, Zhaojun and the others haven’t arrived yet.” Teacher Luo was eager to try.
They clearly didn't take Wang Yao's explanation that the demons were working seriously, and all thought they were conducting a sacrificial ceremony.
"Okay!" Diao Chan stood up immediately upon hearing Teacher Luo's words.
"Are you going or not?" Teacher Luo asked Wang Yao again when she saw him sitting still.
Wang Yao shook his head, watching as Teacher Luo and Diao Chan opened the door and sneaked out. He had no interest in going to the field anymore.
Some emotions can only be kept in the heart and cannot be repeatedly stirred up; otherwise, those emotions will gradually become numb and may even cease to cause the slightest ripple in the heart.
Wang Yao cherished the feeling he had just experienced. He wanted to savor it and didn't want to become merely curious after seeing too much of it, which would diminish the feeling.
Humans are born with a sense of responsibility. This sense of responsibility is bestowed upon everyone in the unseen world. You may ignore it, disregard it, or shirk it, but it is always there and will not change because of your attitude.
Just like every ordinary life, there will always be a moment of sudden self-reflection, questioning life, history, reality, and oneself. Sometimes, the self-reflection of millions of people can converge into a huge torrent at the same moment, causing great changes in the world.
Most of the time, however, those self-reflections are scattered and fail to form a cohesive force. At this time, some particularly resilient people will stand out and, through their own awareness, stir up ripples, large or small, in this flat world.
Although those ripples will eventually dissipate, the lives of people in the world become diverse and full of ups and downs, becoming extraordinary scenes in an ordinary world.
Being born in the Six Realms is a blessing, but also a heavy responsibility. Wang Yao's heart, which had only gotten to where it was today with a heart full of justice, quietly underwent a tremendous change in the dead of night in this remote village of the Demon Realm.
The singing and dancing didn't end until dawn. Not long after Teacher Luo and Diao Chan returned, Wang Zhaojun arrived. Diao Chan chattered with her for a long time, making Zhaojun very regretful that she hadn't arrived a moment earlier to enjoy the scene of the demon realm's nighttime ritual.
Perhaps because they had been busy all night, the witch did not come to visit Wang Yao in the morning. The four immortals chatted in the stone house until noon, when the demon child suddenly burst into the house.
He seemed to have something to say in a hurry, but when he suddenly saw that there were several strangers in the room besides Wang Yao, he immediately stopped talking.
"Quack, Little Seven, quack, what's up?" Wang Yao asked the demon child.
"Original Demon, Wild Original Demon...!" Xiao Qi was slightly taken aback by Wang Yao's strange words, but he was too anxious to ask Wang Yao the reason. He just pointed outside the house and said urgently.
"Feng Xian and Li Xian have arrived?" All the immortals present stood up. Calculating the time, Feng Huan and Li Shishi should indeed have arrived. Moreover, it was quite possible that they would cross the wasteland and cause a riot of inferior demons like Wang Yao.
The group followed Xiaoqi out of the stone house, only to find that Xiaoqi was leading them neither forward to the fields nor backward to the foot of the mountain, but instead to the west side of the village to the left.
Before everyone had even settled down, Wang Yao noticed several dark figures rapidly flying towards the village from the horizon, with hordes of monstrous, desolate demons rising up below them.
"Just like yesterday, I heard it a long time ago!" Xiao Qi pointed into the distance and laughed excitedly.
"High-level demon, let's go!" Upon seeing this, Teacher Luo was terrified and disappeared in the blink of an eye.
"Go quickly and call your grandma, we need to avoid this place." Wang Yao hurriedly bent down and instructed Xiao Qi, then quickly returned to the house with Diao Chan and Wang Zhaojun.
They had just closed the door when shouts came from outside, growing louder as they approached.
"Lord Qin, the city lord of Pengqiu, is thinking of Shanshan Village. Starting tomorrow, all villagers of Shanshan Village will go to Pengqiu City for a free physical examination. We are now going door-to-door to register for the examination. Please stay in your houses and do not wander around. Otherwise, if you are caught, you will be severely punished for disrupting the city's physical examination!"
The shouts repeated over and over, and Wang Yao's face turned ugly. It wasn't because the demons outside were going to register each house, but because Pengqiu City was even going after such a remote village. What kind of village-wide physical examination was this? It was nothing more than preparation for the city sacrifice of the foreign god.
"Let's quickly hide inside!" Teacher Luo pulled a broken ceramic basin from his pocket, which looked much like a beggar's broken bowl. He threw the basin on the table, and his body suddenly turned into a wisp of green smoke and disappeared into the basin.
"Alright!" Diao Chan hesitated for a moment, then lunged towards the earthenware basin, turning into a wisp of green smoke as she entered.
"Wang Xian!" Wang Zhaojun was about to act, but then turned to look at Wang Yao.
"You go in first, I'll wait a bit. We'll register everyone in each room, there'll still be some time." Wang Yao shook his head slightly. He had to stay and remind the witch not to go to Pengqiu City.
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