Chapter 279 My Son's Death
"Bang!"
A deafening roar ripped through the silence, and the entire bedroom collapsed in the violent shaking.
Gao Huohuo fell to the ground, his chest heaving violently, the strands of hair on his forehead soaked with sweat, sticking to his pale cheeks.
Her fingertips were still trembling slightly, as the previous blow had almost exhausted all her strength.
Purple shadows and cold light circled around her, like two protective barriers, pointing coldly at the demon cultivators who were watching her covetously.
"Hand him over," she gasped, her voice as cold as ice.
"Otherwise, it won't be these dead things that fall next time."
If it weren't for the system, I'm afraid that the attack just now would have cost her half her life.
"Master Demon, this is bad! Your bedroom has been taken by Gao Huohuo—"
"I'm not blind." Ying interrupted his subordinate's report impatiently, his eyes gloomily sweeping over the mess on the ground, "Go and bring the person over."
He deliberately delayed for so long, Mei should have finished the matter.
After all, Zhong Hanshang volunteered to sacrifice himself, so nothing should go wrong...
“Whoosh—”
A fierce fist gust of wind suddenly hit him, and Ying quickly turned sideways. The throne behind him turned into powder with a loud noise.
The flying debris scratched his cheek, leaving a small bloody mark.
"Huo Huo, please listen to my explanation——"
"Explain?" Gao Huohuo sneered, his fists still whirring. "An explanation for blocking me out?"
Her attacks became more and more fierce, and each punch was accompanied by the sound of whistling wind.
"Why did you lie to me?"
Ying dodged in embarrassment, not daring to fight back.
"Before I met Mei, I really didn't know about this! It was only later that I heard from the Demon Lord Mei about Zhong Hanshang's life story... I didn't lie to you!"
"You didn't lie to me?"
Gao Huohuo's eyes burned with anger, "Then why did you attack me at the critical moment?"
He usually talks about the Demon Lord’s wife...but it turns out he already has a fiancée!
Scumbag!
Ying groaned inwardly. This development was completely unexpected—shouldn't she be asking about Zhong Hanshang's whereabouts?
"Huohuo, Zhong Hanshang volunteered to sacrifice himself to save his mother. No one forced him."
"Voluntary?" Her fist suddenly stopped in mid-air, her voice trembling slightly. "Is he crazy?"
Or... Zhong Hanshang has been waiting for this moment since he was a child?
The moment he saw his mother, this thought finally overwhelmed all his rationality?
Although he knew in his heart that what Ying said was probably true, Gao Huohuo still refused to believe it.
She slowly lowered her hand and said expressionlessly, "I want to hear it from his own mouth."
At the same time, in the territory of the Succubus Lord.
Zhong Hanshang's body twitched violently on the altar, and the hideous demonic patterns on his back penetrated into his skin like a living thing.
Cold sweat soaked his clothes, and his pupils kept switching between red and black.
"Don't resist. You already have demon blood flowing through your body."
Fragments of memory flashed wildly in his mind: the morning bells and evening drums of the Qingyun Sect... his mother's pale face in the ice coffin...
The final moment was frozen on that day, when Gao Huohuo put the breath-holding stone into his palm, and felt the warmth from his fingertips.
Darkness surged in like a tide, suddenly swallowing up all the images.
He walked alone in the void, with nothing around him, no sound, no light.
He vaguely remembered that someone was waiting for him to return, but he could not remember what that person looked like.
Until a blazing red ripped through the chaos, and someone shouted his name at the top of his lungs—
“Zhong Hanshang!!!”
He suddenly opened his eyes.
What came into view was an unfamiliar dome, and the wooden bed beneath me exuded a bitter and fishy medicinal smell.
The Succubus Lord and his mother were nowhere to be seen. He wanted to get up, but found that he was very weak.
I tried to move my fingers, but found that even breathing made my internal organs hurt.
The sound of footsteps approached from afar. He immediately closed his eyes.
"Shang'er, are you awake?"
Zhong Hanshang's pupils suddenly shrank. The gentle tone made him suspect that he was still dreaming.
He opened his eyes and met the Succubus Lord's red eyes, which were filled with guilt and kindness that he had never seen before.
An ominous premonition suddenly gripped my heart.
"Where's my mother?" He moved his lips silently.
Although he couldn't make any sound, fortunately the Succubus Lord could understand his lip movements.
He patted his shoulder and helped him sit up.
She took out a red pill from the jade bottle and motioned him to take it first.
"Shang'er, this is our demon clan's elixir, it is most effective for your current condition.
Take it first, and then listen to me slowly tell you about your mother."
Zhong Hanshang swallowed the pill without any suspicion.
Soon there was a burning sensation in the body, followed by a cool feeling.
Zhong Hanshang curled up and circulated his spiritual power. Two hours later, the majestic demonic energy blended perfectly with the Taoist spiritual power, and his cultivation level reached the great perfection of refining emptiness!
"Your mother's wish has been fulfilled." The voice of the Succubus Lord suddenly choked, and he put down a photo bead.
"Everything she wanted to say... is here."
At the moment when the light and shadow unfolded, Zhong Hanshang heard the voice that had haunted his dreams for more than twenty years -
"My son Hanshang, I am your mother—Princess Shu of the Demon Clan..."
In the photo, the vivid mother, who was completely different from the one in his memory, was smiling gently.
"My son Hanshang..."
The woman in the photo bead called out softly, her voice like a breeze that had passed through more than twenty years.
She paused in braiding the sword tassel, and her knuckles turned slightly white.
"The person I feel most sorry for in my life is you."
A tear fell on the unfinished sword tassel. She hurriedly wiped it with her sleeve, but it became wetter the more she wiped.
"I wasn't able to watch you grow up, I wasn't able to teach you swordplay, and even when you were injured for the first time... I wasn't able to hold you and tell you 'it doesn't hurt'."
Zhong Hanshang's fingertips dug deeply into his palm.
The mother in the photo raised her tearful eyes and suddenly smiled. That smile reminded him of how he had given Gao Huohuo candy to comfort her when she was angry.
"But my Han Shang is so handsome." Her eyes gently depicted the void, as if she was looking through time at him in the present.
"You're not as old-fashioned as your father, nor as impulsive as your mother was when she was young. The Qingyun Sect... taught you well."
When she mentioned "your father", her eyelashes trembled slightly, but the knitting movements of her hands became smoother.
The red thread flew between her fingers and gradually formed a peace knot.
"Aunt Mei has a fierce temper, but she truly loves you."
She suddenly started coughing, and her cuffs were stained dark red, but she still insisted on finishing weaving the last section of the tassel.
"That Heart Burning Pill... ahem... can allow you to completely merge the bloodlines of the two clans. But..."
She stroked the finished sword tassel and suddenly choked up.
"It's just that mother is greedy. She wants to ensure that your journey is smooth, but she also hopes that you can occasionally... occasionally remember me..."
The voice stopped abruptly.
The woman in the photo turned her back in panic, her shoulders shaking violently.
When he turned around again, there was a bright smile on his face, but his eyes were red.
"The Jinghong Sword is extremely hard and easily broken."
She held the sword tassel in front of the photo bead, and golden patterns flashed faintly between the red lines.
"This ear of corn is dripped with my mother's heart's blood. From now on, when you swing your sword, it will help you to suppress some of your murderous aura."
Her figure began to blur, but her voice became clearer.
"Han Shang, mother doesn't want you to seek revenge, nor does she want you to be obsessed. She only wants you to..."
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