Cheng Bang's eyes flickered, filled with guilt yet feigning composure. He cleared his dry throat, then put down his cup with a smile on his face. "How dare I play a trick on the Demon Lord? I wouldn't dare."
Then he took a sip of wine, and the dryness in his throat was slightly relieved.
"Now that we've collected almost everything, let's start the ceremony. My patience has its limits." Barlow stood up, patted his clothes a few times, straightened his collar, and took a few steps towards the door. He then stopped and added, "I'll give you three days. If I don't meet Mu Qing, the Soul Devouring Sect will no longer exist in this world."
Cheng Bang felt his throat tighten even more. After walking Barlow away, he called the researchers over. The researchers stood in rows before Cheng Bang, their heads bowed, like eggplants hit by frost, each one of them lowered, swept away by Cheng Bang's anger.
"Isn't it colorless and odorless? How does he know there is a problem!" Cheng Bang roared, completely losing his usual gentlemanly demeanor. He was like a mad beast, and his usually neatly groomed hair was now messy, but no one dared to speak.
"Who is the Demon Lord? You think you can fool him with such a petty trick?" A woman approached, her slender waist twisting. Her narrow, almond-shaped eyes, with the corners tilted upward, made her smile like a fox. She had high brow bones, a slightly round face, and thick lips that curled slightly upward. She sat down where Barlow had just sat, squinting her eyes and taking a deep breath. The faint scent of Mansa Pearl filled her nostrils, making her feel a little tipsy.
When Cheng Bang saw the woman, he quickly fixed his hair, put on a flattering smile, took out a cigar and placed it to her lips. The woman opened her red lips and gently bit the cigar. Cheng Bang helped her light it and watched a wisp of smoke slowly exhale from her mouth. The scene was so beautiful that it seemed like the woman walked out of a painting.
The researchers secretly breathed a sigh of relief, looked at each other for a few seconds, and then quietly withdrew. Cheng Bang was very satisfied with their sensibleness, and his anger just now disappeared with the arrival of the woman.
Cheng Bang never thought that he would have strange feelings towards a "monster" that had lived for thousands of years. He thought that his joys, sorrows, anger, and emotions had long been dried up with the passage of time. Apart from the blood ties, he seemed to have only desire left.
When he had sent someone to fetch her, it was simply a matter of exploitation. They had a common enemy, so in a sense, they could become "friends." But he had miscalculated. When he first laid eyes on her, he didn't feel the terrifying aura of death emanating from her; instead, his heart skipped a beat.
After all, "death" is the only thing he fears.
But since the first time I saw her, every time I saw her, I couldn't help but raise the corners of my mouth slightly, and couldn't help but automatically ignore the terrifying aura lingering around her.
"He said to give me three more days."
The woman raised her eyebrows and snorted coldly, "Three days? I don't think you can revive her even if I give you three."
Chengbang smiled and scratched his head, not paying any attention to her sarcasm.
Only half of Mu Qing's soul was collected, and the remaining half was eaten up by other creatures in Wei Yu Village. They have tried every possible way these days, but to no avail.
"I have a way." The woman said casually, blowing smoke rings...
Cheng Bang did not quite agree with the woman's approach. This disapproval came from his concern for her, but he understood that those who achieved great things did not care about trivial matters, and that love between young people was but a passing cloud. When he could live forever, he would have endless time to feel these so-called emotions and love. Now, none of this mattered.
He knew this woman didn't belong to him, and might never be. He wouldn't gamble with the Soul Devouring Sect, which was his life's work. Besides, the things he worried about might not happen. Who would win or lose, who would live or die, were all uncertain.
Luo Yun's resurrection ceremony was put on the agenda. He started the ceremony very reluctantly under the watchful eyes of Barlow, Luo Youyou and his group, and was quite "sensible" enough to find a skin that looked very similar to Luo Yun.
Luo Youyou wore a pair of loose black pants that fell to her ankles, making her look even taller. She wrapped her upper body in a coat, making her look out of place among the others. A light lipstick and eyeshadow made her look less haggard.
Yuri and Langbai stood on either side of her, supporting her unnoticeably.
Time passed minute by minute, and Barlow stared at the altar in a trance, with no expression on his stern face. No one could guess what he was thinking, let alone know his mood.
The furthest distance in the world is not when I stand in front of you but you don’t know that I love you, but when we clearly love each other but are separated by life and death, in different worlds, and miss each other.
Two thousand years, what agony and suffering that was. Two thousand years of longing, now right before my eyes, yet my heart feels numb, as if something has ripped away all my joy, anger, sorrow, and happiness. As if even an icy knife were stabbing my heart, I wouldn't feel a thing...
The roar of the altar gradually faded, and people stared at the woman at the center. First, her fingers moved, and her eyelashes fluttered. Those few faint tremors felt like knocking on Barlow's heart. In that moment, he felt as if his heart had begun to beat, as if he had come alive...
He rushed to the altar, helped the woman up, and felt the rhythmic rise and fall of her chest, once, twice... He stared at her face, which was almost the same as Luo Yun's, until she opened her eyes, with a dazed look. The moment she saw him, her tenderness was like water. He knew that she was back, she was really back, it was his Mu Qing!
This was the first time Luo Youyou saw Barlow's "loss of composure". She saw that Barlow's hand holding Luo Yun was trembling slightly, his lips were tightly pursed, and there was disbelief, ecstasy, and many other emotions that were so complicated that she could not describe them in words. All of them appeared in Barlow's eyes in an instant.
He held her in his arms, and the two of them looked at each other in silence. Everything was in their eyes.
That picture is so beautiful.
No one could bear to break this scene and watched them quietly.
Luo Youyou's eyes were filled with tears, sparkling with tears. At this moment, she felt complete. Vampires, humans, it seemed, no longer mattered. She looked around, the important people were all around her. This was all she wanted...
Luo Yun leaned on the bed, with a soft pillow behind her. She smiled, opened her mouth, and swallowed the porridge that Barlow fed her. "Wood, did you make this?"
Barlow smiled without saying anything and fed her another spoonful.
"Am I dreaming?" Luo Yun asked cautiously.
Barlow pinched her cheek, "Does it hurt?"
Luo Yun covered his face and nodded, "A little bit."
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