The Flute Demon Incident (VII)
Everyone stopped talking and didn't dare to say anything, but there was a malicious smile on their faces, as if they were laughing at a mayfly that was born and died in a day.
It's like an ant trying to shake a tree, and Chu Caiwu is just laughing at him for overestimating his own abilities.
A fennel spirit stood up for the Taoist priest, which was hard for everyone to understand.
The laughter died away, and everyone went home one after another. The setting sun was lingering in the sky, as if it was burning the entire forest.
Chu Caiwu followed the mayor and walked deeper into the forest, looking at the dim surroundings. There was no color at all, and the darkness made people feel lonely.
Only the setting sun has a hint of decadent blush.
The guide paused, and Chu Caiwu looked up in astonishment. The mayor pointed ahead and said, "This is the Netherworld Song House. Please, Taoist priest, exorcise the demon for us."
There was a blue fog in front of him, and the miasma was so pervasive that Chu Caiwu couldn't see the bottom at all. It was a place like an abyss. Once he entered, he would be swallowed up and there would be no turning back.
Chu Caiwu's shoulders trembled, and Chi Ce patted her shoulders, as if to encourage a dying soldier: "Go, Yin Zhuo and I will wait for you here. When the singing starts, we can rush in."
Suddenly someone patted his shoulder, and Chu Caiwu felt a little flustered. He glanced at Yin Zhuo secretly. Suddenly, a purple light appeared, and Yin Zhuo cut his arm, and a brass cup appeared, and he handed the immortal blood to Chu Caiwu.
Chu Caiwu took the immortal blood hesitantly. She didn't mean to drink the blood. She had already promised the villagers to go to the Netherworld Song House to investigate. Her purpose was to protect Yin Zhuo and not want him to be looked down upon by others. It was not out of desire for blood.
Chu Caiwu stared at the brass cup in her hand. The immortal blood in it always had a kind of magic that made her crazy and obsessed. She brought the red and yellow immortal blood to her lips, tilted her head back and drank it all.
Chi Ce slapped her, but it only made her more nervous. After drinking the immortal blood, Chu Caiwu finally felt at ease. She took a deep breath, and without looking back, she resolutely walked into the miasma filled with blue mist.
The sound of a piano came from nowhere, echoing continuously, and the forest in front of me was completely overturned, entering a blue chaos where there was no day or night, and the sky and the earth were reflected in a mirror.
The singing girls hummed lingering and sad music, which aroused people's defenses and made them unconsciously indulge in the pleasure of seeking pleasure and the endless enjoyment of romance.
Chu Caiwu stared at the strange surroundings and couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat. Why hadn't Yin Zhuo come yet? If he didn't come soon, he would be captured by the flute demon...
The blue mist instantly turned into a beautiful singing girl, surrounding Chu Caiwu. It seemed that it could sense what Chu Caiwu was thinking. It raised its slender jade fingers and lit a halo.
Suddenly, the illusion before his eyes changed, and Chu Caiwu saw thousands and thousands of colorful light balls floating on the ground, and the remaining souls hanging on the half-dead corpses.
In the chaotic halo, there was a huge vessel, half a person's height and wider than two arms, with a huge amount of blood inside.
Chu Caiwu felt a familiar breath. It was her blood, the same blood that the leader of the Immortal Clan drew every day. Chu Caiwu's scalp was numb, her whole body was trembling, and she was uneasy. She wanted to run, she wanted to escape, she didn't want to stay here.
The mournful wailing sound tore at the eardrums, and every ball of light was sucked into the blood vessel, filtered, and shattered, so pitiful.
Among the many colorful halos, there was a transparent white little boy. Chu Caiwu suppressed the trembling of his body and looked over there. His eyebrows and eyes were extremely similar to Feng Di's, as if he was Feng Di's younger brother.
Suddenly, the geisha asked, "Do you want to save me?"
Chu Caiwu didn't dare to speak. Of course she wanted to save him, but she didn't even know where she was.
Chu Caiwu wanted to run, but everything around her was in chaos. She gathered her strength and ran desperately towards one place, not even looking back, shouting, "Yin Zhuo! Chi Ce! Come and save me!"
Chu Caiwu had just run a distance when the singing girl appeared in front of him in a flash.
The geisha said contentedly, "Just stand here quietly, they will be here soon."
Sure enough, Chu Caiwu saw two figures rushing in from the distance. The blue mist penetrated into their bodies, and the two of them stood stiffly like puppets.
The geisha laughed: "Do you know what happened to them?"
Chu Caiwu was sweating profusely, shaking his head and not daring to say anything more.
The geisha said, "They are trapped in mental barriers, but you will never have mental barriers because you are guilty of great crimes and are the product of going against heaven."
Chu Caiwu's heart palpitated, and she could hardly breathe. She had never hurt anyone before, so how could she have committed such a heinous crime? She was the essence of fennel, so how could she have defied the will of heaven...
Chu Caiwu's vision became increasingly darker and darker, and he felt dizzy. When he opened his eyes again, the surroundings had changed drastically.
The silver-haired boy, holding a jar of honey water, said to himself: "With you, I will definitely have many good friends."
Chu Caiwu felt that the voice was childish, yet very familiar.
The young man was in tattered clothes. He stood up from the ground nimbly. His tattered clothes were covered with dust, but he did not shake it off. He walked out on his own as if with some kind of determination.
Chu Caiwu looked at the dirty boy and didn't understand why he didn't even brush off the dust, but just walked away with the dust in his arms.
The silver-haired boy turned his face, which was fair and white, with the appearance of a man, immature yet stunningly handsome. Chu Caiwu stared at the boy in surprise. Why was his face so clean? It was extremely inconsistent with his dirty and torn clothes.
Chu Caiwu carefully examined the boy's facial features. He looked about fifteen years old and looked very similar to Yin Zhuo. She stepped forward, waved, and called out, "Yin Zhuo! Yin Zhuo!"
The silver-haired boy turned a blind eye and passed through Chu Caiwu's body. He couldn't see Chu Caiwu and didn't react at all.
Seeing the young man walking away, Chu Caiwu hurriedly followed him.
When Chu Caiwu caught up, the silver-haired boy's wrists, ankles, and waist were all locked with iron chains, and a group of children in scarlet robes surrounded him.
Chu Caiwu rushed to the silver-haired boy. Even though she used her body to block his, she still couldn't stop this absurdity. She couldn't touch anything and no one could see her.
The silver-haired boy was naked, his waist exposed. His filthy clothes made his fair complexion even more dazzling. He whimpered in pain, and the abuser whipped him with even greater excitement: "You have a mother who gave birth to you but didn't raise you. Your mother is in the red-light district and has long forgotten you."
The silver-haired boy stared at them fiercely, but did not resist or even say a word in rebuttal.
Suddenly, the silver-haired boy covered his pants tightly: "You, don't touch me!"
Chu Caiwu looked over and saw a demon child pulling at Yin Zhuo's pants, even rubbing the forbidden area. He said as he did so, "A mouse's son can dig holes, and your mother can serve men, but she gave birth to a freak like you. You're not bad, are you? Hahahaha!"
The silver-haired boy's face flushed red, and his eyes flashed with golden light. In an instant, many demon children were flung away.
The demon children said: "Why are you so cruel? We didn't do anything. Motherless children are just being extreme!"
A boy was carrying all sorts of magical instruments on his back. Sharp blades of varying sizes jingled as they hung on his body. He drew a sword from his body, pointed it at the demon children, and said fiercely, "Are you tired of living?"
Many demon children were once again repelled by the pressure. It turned out that it was not the silver-haired boy's counterattack, but the boy's attack on his behalf.
They got up from the ground and stumbled away madly, cursing as they ran: "You remnants of the Golden Dragon Clan, you deserve to be exterminated!"
The Golden Dragon Clan? Chi Ce is from the Golden Dragon Clan.
Chu Caiwu heard that the Golden Dragon Clan perished in the great war between immortals and demons. The story said that the Golden Dragon Clan was brave and good at fighting, loyal to the demon clan, and had been fighting with the immortal clan for many years. They knew the immortal clan very well and had developed many killing methods.
Chu Caiwu sighed in his heart. Those demon children were cursing the descendants of the heroes as remnants. The Golden Dragon Clan had made such a great contribution to the demon clan, but these demon children were still cursing at them.
The boy cut the silver-haired boy's chains one by one. The blades on the boy's body clashed with each other. There were so many weapons hanging on him that he looked so heavy that he couldn't move his legs. It was very strange. Who would be willing to hang a bunch of sharp weapons on himself?
Chu Caiwu walked closer to take a closer look. The boy had a high nose bridge and firm eyebrows and eyes. He was Chi Ce when he was a child. Chi Ce was now a head shorter than Yin Zhuo, but his aura was rugged.
The silver-haired boy covered his skin with his clothes and lowered his eyes and said: "Thank you..."
Xiao Chice raised his head and said complacently: "It seems that what you said is different from what they said!"
The silver-haired boy said nothing, squatted down to pick up the jar of honey water, which was almost gone.
Xiao Chi Ce said sinisterly, "Why didn't you fight back?" He drew out a sword and pressed it against the silver-haired boy's neck, "Are you afraid of exposing your magical power?"
The silver-haired boy didn't lie, no longer trying to hide it: "You...you can recognize that I have immortal blood." The silver-haired boy's hands were shaking, but he still asked: "The entire Golden Dragon Clan was slaughtered, and only you are left. You hate the immortals, so why did you save me?"
Xiao Chi Ce put away his knife and hung it on his body again: "You are quite honest, because you and I are both isolated because we have no relatives." Chi Ce's eyelashes trembled and he took a breath: "The immortals slaughtered the golden dragons, but it was not you who slaughtered them..."
Chu Caiwu glanced at Chi Ce. He didn't expect that Chi Ce was so righteous when he was a child. Even if his entire family was slaughtered, he would not vent his anger on insignificant weaklings because of family feuds.
The silver-haired boy handed the remaining honey water to Chi Ce and said, "My name is Yin Zhuo. I, I want to go back. My mother can't find me and she wants to beat me again."
Xiao Chi Ce hesitated and said, "So you have a mother, then why are you still being bullied?" Xiao Chi Ce handed over a knife and said, "My name is Chi Ce. You hold the knife, and whoever bullies you, you will chop him!"
Yin Zhuo took the knife in a daze and replied: "My mother, she married a man and won't let me go to her new home... I will stay in the temple by myself." After that, Yin Zhuo got up and left.
Xiao Chi Ce grabbed Yin Zhuo's hand and said, "Do you want to become stronger? Let your mother come back to find you?"
Yin Zhuo hesitated and said, "I want to."
Chi Ce said, "Four days from now, the Immortal Slaying Hall will recruit disciples. There are no restrictions on methods. As long as you can kill your opponent, you will become a disciple. By then, you will have a bright future, and your mother will definitely take you with her."
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