Upon hearing this, Qinghan's brows, which had just relaxed, furrowed again.
"Gu Huo Gui" is the name given by the human world to a soul-devouring demon. In ancient times, there was a nine-headed monster called Gu Huo Niao, which could absorb people's soul energy and devour their souls. Coincidentally, the prototype of that soul-devouring demon was also a bird, but it only had one head and its strength was far inferior to that of Gu Huo Niao. People did not know what it was, but they knew that when it appeared, there was always a ghostly aura around it, so it was named "Gu Huo Gui".
Souls are not unique to humans. In both the demon and monster realms, all living beings possess souls. The Guhuo Ghost is not only a threat to humans, but is also feared and hated in the demon realm.
Qinghan asked again, "If the purpose is to kill and take the soul, why go through all the trouble of taking the person away for three days and then sending them back? Isn't that just asking for trouble?"
"It's for revenge." Someone said angrily, "A demon is a demon. Before the New Year, a Guhuo Ghost appeared in this town and was driven back to the Demon Realm by the disciples of Yandan Sect. It must be resentful. This time it has come back to cause panic. The new Demon Lord was a ruthless demon when he was just a child. What good can the demons under his command be!"
"What kind of person can a doll kill?"
“Of course, a normal baby can’t kill people, but that monster is no ordinary person. It is said that he devoured his own mother when he was born, stayed in an egg for hundreds of years before hatching, and when he hatched, a fire burned on Mount Kaopan for a day and a night. For hundreds of years, nothing has grown there. What is killing a few people to such a monster? Not to mention that he has such a father!”
Recalling the former Demon Lord who successfully ascended to immortality a hundred years ago, the crowd immediately began to echo each other's sentiments.
On the Xuanling Continent, no one has ascended to immortality for thousands of years. This time, someone finally did, but he was a demonic cultivator.
Some people couldn't help but sigh, "That child is so pitiful. It lost its mother while still in the egg, and now it can't even see its father."
"What's so pitiful about that!" A sneer came from the crowd: "If you ask me, that little devil's mother is definitely no good either. She's probably just a lowly demon who climbed into someone's bed and wasn't valued by the Demon Lord. Otherwise, why didn't her father take the child he gave birth to with him when he ascended to heaven?"
"I think so too. No matter how powerful that little devil is, isn't he still an unwanted bastard?"
Those people spoke with such logic and evidence, as if they had witnessed it themselves.
The crowd was chattering and laughing. Qinghan wanted to explain, but couldn't find a chance to interject. She subconsciously looked at the face of the person next to her, and was about to scold them when someone pulled her back.
Geng Qi remained expressionless, glanced at the charred corpse again, and turned around, saying, "Let's go."
He took out a bag of almonds from his storage bag and popped them into his mouth one by one, his steps slow and steady. He only quickened his pace when the footsteps behind him caught up.
A disgruntled voice rang out from behind: "Why won't you let me speak, young master?"
Geng Qi earnestly advised, "The more you talk, the more mistakes you make, you know? Just listen to this kind of thing as gossip and don't take it seriously, or you'll lose."
“But what they said… what they said…” Qinghan stammered for a long time, unable to finish his sentence: “And that Guhuo Ghost…”
"That Guhuo ghost died in the Demon Realm, and no one in the Human Realm knows about it. Even if you tell them everything, no one will believe you." Geng Qi ignored the unspoken words in his previous sentence and smiled calmly.
"..." Qing Han looked defeated: "So we just let them speculate wildly?"
"This is what they call 'sitting at home and getting trouble from the sky'."
"..."
Qinghan was still indignant when she suddenly heard a wail behind her. She quickly turned around and saw the same group of people who had been spouting nonsense in the crowd jumping up and down in front of the mansion. Upon closer inspection, she noticed that each of them had a hole in their buttocks, and tiny flames were slowly burning up the fabric of their clothes. Some people were slapping the fire, while others were rolling on the ground, but the fire just wouldn't go out. It was driving them so far that they had to take off their clothes in the street. Those who didn't have time to take them off continued jumping around naked when their clothes burned out. In an instant, they were making a complete spectacle of themselves, and no one cared about anyone else.
Qinghan stared in disbelief: "Young Master, they... this..."
After walking for a while, Geng Qi suddenly stopped. Qing Han thought he was going to say something, but instead he turned his head and looked at the teahouse on the other side, saying, "I'm tired. Let's rest for a while before we go on."
"..."
Standing still and turning around, several people who had taken off their clothes were cursing and swearing. Someone in the crowd shouted that the Guhuo Ghost had come to take revenge. One by one, they scattered like birds and beasts, clearing out a street in the blink of an eye.
Qinghan could see clearly that the tiny flame had a pale purple outer edge, which was not an ordinary flame, nor was it the fire of the Guhuo Demon. It was clearly...
I glanced at the figure that had already turned and headed towards the teahouse.
Didn't you say we don't need to take it seriously?
Reluctantly, they followed and entered a teahouse called Crescent Moon Pavilion.
Without turning his head, Geng Qi carried his newly bought bag of almonds and went straight up to the private room on the second floor.
He was really tired. Before he even entered the room, he let out a long yawn, plopped down on the tea table, and put his hand on the table to prop up his head.
"Go and order a pot of tea."
"oh."
Qinghan was about to ask about what had just happened when she was sent away to order tea.
The tea table is by the window, offering a perfect view of the street below.
The naked men disappeared, the crowd dispersed, and the charred corpse at the entrance of the mansion remained unclaimed.
Geng Qi had just opened a small crack in the sliding, openwork window next to him when a wisp of breeze seeped in, along with a wisp of formless black mist.
As Qinghan returned to the doorway with the hot tea, she felt a slight coolness despite the sweltering heat. Seeing the dark figure that had appeared in the room, she immediately understood what someone meant by "always looking."
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