141 The Demon King's Heart
Then, Lord Yuan bowed deeply to the gatekeepers, saying, "Gentlemen, let's hurry back to the police station to inform the others. We'll await orders at any time." With that, he grabbed Ye Song and hurried away, as if they were truly going back to prepare.
At this point, the eight men regained their senses and asked, "My young master, who was lying on the ground and who grabbed them?"
Xiao Xingzi repeated it again, and since he had already said it once, this description was even more vivid, capturing the expressions of the two young masters. Not to mention, he even gestured as he spoke.
Upon hearing this, the eight men broke out in a cold sweat, sweat pouring down their faces. Fear gripped their hearts. 'The eldest young master isn't home. He's gone to some major sect to cultivate. This second young master is Grandpa's darling, his very heart and soul; the family line depends on him!'
At this moment, all eight men regretted working the night shift. They all saw something terrifying in each other's eyes. Their eyes were incredibly sharp. Watching the person gesticulating wildly as they described the situation, their gazes hardened.
One of them said, "Quickly go and inform Xiao Dezi inside the gate, and have him bring the person directly to the Second Steward. You can talk to the Second Steward in detail later." The last sentence was whispered to Xiao Xingzi, and he also promised that all the rewards would be his own.
The same thing happened again. After listening to the increasingly detailed and animated description, the second steward was filled with deep regret. Why hadn't he asked for leave today? 'A little deduction in wages is better than possibly losing my life.'
At this point, I reluctantly led my men to find the head steward. I was furious with Xiao Dezi. That damned Xiao Dezi, why couldn't you just go directly to the head steward? Why did you have to drag me along?
The head steward also hurriedly got up, dressed in a brocade robe. His face was delicate, his hands were white, and he walked with a powerful, vigorous gait, clearly a cultivator. He asked unhurriedly, "What is it in the middle of the night?"
The second steward stammered, trembling with fear, feeling as if he might die at the hands of the head steward at any moment. "You're turning blue!" he thought. A steely resolve hardened. He pushed Xiao Xingzi forward and whispered, "Quickly, repeat what you said again."
His butler had been quite unhurried, listening to Xiao Xingzi recount the events vividly. At that moment, he held an exquisite porcelain teacup, adorned with a large tiger on its surface. His hand, meant for drinking tea, remained suspended in mid-air; he neither drank nor put the teacup down.
His face was pale, his whole body was trembling, and he hurriedly swallowed several mouthfuls of saliva. He felt his palms were cold, as if a chill was emanating from his internal organs. His face was expressionless.
In the blink of an eye, before the second butler could even see clearly, he had already lifted Xiao Xingzi up. His calmness was chilling. 'Are you telling the truth? Lying is deadly. Sometimes it's worse than death.'
Xiao Xingzi was completely stunned. His mind went blank for a moment. He mechanically nodded and said, "Yes, yes. What I said is true."
The head butler fell silent, turning to the second butler in a cold voice, "You immediately begin organizing the men. I'll report to the master right away."
After saying that, he disappeared from the second steward's sight in an instant, as if picking up a chick. The second steward knew he couldn't escape the trouble, so he quickly went to organize manpower.
At this moment, inside the study of the Chai family patriarch, a beautiful woman, wearing a pink floral tank top that clearly revealed her underwear, and silk trousers—high-waisted, straight-legged with slits that made her legs appear long—was presenting a completely unconcerned appearance. Her hair was casually loose. She seemed oblivious to her exposed skin and was deliberately standing close to the Chai family patriarch.
The head of the Chai family remained unmoved, seated in an antique chair adorned with intricate dragon carvings, his brow unfurrowed. He said, "Demon King Wen, you haven't sent many people this time. We clearly provided nearly a hundred Transformation Pills."
Without even blinking, Wen Yaowang chuckled softly and said seductively, "Patriarch Chai, what you're providing isn't a real Transformation Pill; it can only temporarily maintain your human form."
Not all demons are willing to come to our mountains. Some demons take things and never return them. There's nothing I can do about it.
Having finished speaking, she lowered her chest even further, pressing herself even closer to the Chai family head. The Chai family head subtly pulled back the wide, dark brocade sleeves of his robe. A hint of helplessness flashed in the deep night.
He said calmly, "Including Demon King Wen and yourself, you've only come with ten people. That's hardly enough. I urge Demon King Wen to send more men. If something goes wrong with that person's matter, we'll all be implicated."
The Demon King Wen whispered gently in her ear, "Patriarch Chai, give me some more so I can spread the word to the other races and have them send people over. Also, make sure to prepare enough for Lord Blood Food."
After speaking, she sat directly on the Chai family head's lap. Her hands gently and tenderly wrapped around his neck, like a wife sitting on her husband's lap. Her eyes were filled with desire. She whispered in his ear, "I'm a white snake too!"
Even the head of the Chai family couldn't control himself at this moment. Involuntarily, he said, "Okay, I agree." After saying that, he hugged himself tightly with both hands.
Just then, a hurried voice came from outside. "Master, something terrible has happened!" The voice was extremely urgent, agitated, and tinged with fear.
The head of the Chai family's eyes cleared instantly. He was just about to get up when the Demon King Wen showed no sign of coming down. He coiled himself around the man like a snake.
The head of the Chai family patted her slender waist, which could be encircled by one hand, and said softly, "Matters come first. We'll talk about it after this is over." The Demon King Wen, like an obedient wife, slid off me, pretending to be aggrieved and pitiful.
Even the head of the Chai family felt a pang of pity watching this. However, he quickly recovered, his eyes clearing. He immediately opened the door and went out, casually waving his hand, and the door closed quietly again without a sound. His control of the force was just right.
Seeing the head of the family emerge, the head steward immediately brought Xiao Xingzi before him. He whispered, "Tell the head of the family everything that happened. You'll be well rewarded." Then, he involuntarily took a step back.
So, Xiao Xingzi, trembling with fear, recounted the events again, as if he knew them by heart. After finishing, he sensed the awkward atmosphere. Suddenly, he felt a chill run down his spine, as if he wanted to freeze into a block of ice.
The head of the Chai family remained expressionless, his eyes as cold as ice, chilling to the bone, while a burning rage rose within him, starting from his liver. He uttered "Good, good, good" three times in a row.
"Bring me ten thousand taels of gold. Ten thousand taels of gold is a reward. Those who have rendered meritorious service deserve a reward."
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