Chapter 29
"I didn't put it in your pot," Cassel stammered, "You didn't eat it either, did you? I'm just, just curious."
Nie Wuhen looked at him for a long time, and realized that he might not be able to ask anything. He sighed inwardly, turned around and was about to get out of bed.
Cassel grabbed his clothes and said carefully: "I won't do this again. I will never do it for you. I, I am just curious... Then I will do it for others..."
Nie Wuhen: "...Don't even think about it."
At this moment, there was a knock on the door and the waiter's voice rang out: "Sir, would you like some lunch?"
Nie Wuhen took his clothes from Cassel's hands and replied coldly: "No need."
There was no sound outside.
Cassel looked at his empty palms, touched his nose and asked, "Are we still going to sleep now?"
"...I don't want to sleep." Nie Wuhen pulled him up from the bed, bent down to tidy up his clothes, buttoned them up from top to bottom, and tied his belt tightly, saying, "Let's go, let's keep moving forward."
"Then where are we going?" Cassel was puzzled. He watched Nie Wuhen put his shoes at his feet and motioned for him to put them on.
Cassell was reluctant. In fact, the devil didn't need to wear these cumbersome things. He didn't want to wear them at all. At first, he was afraid of Nie Wuhen and didn't dare to refute him, but now looking at the situation...
"There are unusual movements in the Demonic Wangchuan," Nie Wuhen said succinctly, "The new world created by Lingyou has collected too many bodies, so the original souls of the bodies cannot return to Wangchuan. They wander around the world and cause chaos. I'm afraid there are demon cultivators suppressing Wangchuan and preventing the souls from returning."
Wangchuan is the dividing line between the world of immortal cultivation and the world of demons. However, due to the heavy resentment carried by Wangchuan, most people basically unconsciously classify Wangchuan as the territory of the demon world. As time went by, some evil cultivators began to run rampant there, disturbing the souls and causing them to scatter.
Meng Po, the owner of Wangchuan River, was originally able to suppress the evil cultivators and rescue the dead souls from their hands, but now there are too many souls gathered and she is too powerless, so she sent the letter to the top of the cloud.
Cassel was naturally curious about the demon world. He wondered if entering the demonic world would be like entering a demonic hell, making him feel like he was coming home.
Cassel kicked his shoes, pretending to kick them away carelessly, and said, "Is Wangchuan a place?"
"Well, it's the place where mortals are reincarnated," Nie Wuhen looked at the shoes that were kicked away and said, "I don't wear them."
"A demon wouldn't wear these."
“How did people dress in the past?”
Cassel pretended to be busy, tidying up the quilt with a grunt: "Wear it if you want, but I don't want to wear it now."
"There are a lot of disgusting things on the ground in the demon world," Nie Wuhen reminded him as he walked out, "similar to the meal that Miss Qiongzhi treated you to in the Misty Forest."
Cassel was shocked: "Ah, it can't be one of those creepy, disgusting bugs, right?"
Nie Wuhen didn't respond to him, he just pushed the door and went out.
Cassel panicked, got up and went to look for his shoes, and while shouting "Wait for me", he put on his shoes and jumped out.
Nie Wuhen stood at the door waiting for him.
Cassel: “…”
Nie Wuhen hugged his sword and said, "Put it on before you go."
The Wangchuan River was bitterly cold, and from beginning to end it was like the night was about to fall, showing a dark blue color. In the distance there were twinkling stars, like the eyes of the devil.
When Cassel got here, he shivered subconsciously. He rubbed his arms and followed Nie Wuhen. When he saw him stop, he said, "We're here."
Cassel felt nothing except a little cold. He touched his head suspiciously, looked around, and said crisply: "Why don't I see anything..."
As soon as he finished speaking, a short figure appeared in front of him, with small eyes, a flat nose, gray hair, and a cane that could not be more ordinary, with a black bead hanging on it that was shining slightly.
"Master Sword Master," an old and hoarse voice sounded, and the man raised his head, revealing his weather-beaten face, and bent down and said, "Meng Po of Wangchuan, I have long heard of your great name. Please."
Nie Wuhen returned the greeting with Yun Dian’s etiquette: “Sorry for the long wait.”
Cassel hesitated whether to salute or not. He was hesitant and did not move, but during this time of hesitation, Meng Po had already walked forward tremblingly.
The moment the cane hit the ground, the sound spread out like ripples. Wherever the energy passed, there were shrill screams, and countless resentful curses and cries were heard, like ghosts.
“I wish you a miserable death…I wish you a miserable death…”
"Give me back my life...Give me back my life..."
"My son, you died tragically."
…
The cold wind lifted Cassel's hair, and a soft sigh fell into his ears. Cassel felt as if he had fallen into an icy cave. He could clearly hear the man's misty voice, saying, "We are on the same path."
"Dear little devil, save your own kind. Kill the two in front of you."
The sword flashed, and the ball of air screamed and then disappeared.
"Heart ghost."
Nie Wuhen walked over and stood in front of Cassel. Pure power spread out, and the souls within a few miles retreated and shrank. No one dared to go any further.
'Scared'
Cassel came back to his senses and nodded at first, but after realizing what was happening, he hurriedly shook his head. He reached out and grabbed Nie Wuhen's sleeve, and asked in a low voice: "Why is the air in this world different and can speak?"
"That's a soul." Nie Wuhen explained as he led Cassel towards Meng Po - Meng Po had been waiting for a long time.
"Souls have no physical form. They can be felt, but they cannot be seen or touched. What we have to do this time is to let these souls return to where they belong."
Cassel understood. He followed Nie Wuhen, and as he walked, he couldn't help but look back at the ball of air - although it was shaken apart, the palpitating feeling did not disappear. This also indirectly means that there are demonic cultivators around whose aura is even stronger than that of Barbatos.
The house is simple. A table and a bed, rotten wood, a dusty table, spider webs on the windowsill, and the moment you enter, you are hit by a strong musty smell.
As soon as Cassel entered, he couldn't help but dry heave. He subconsciously stepped back a few steps and said sorry in a low voice.
Meng Po didn't speak. She sat down, tremblingly took out a box from the crack in the wall, and started to unpack it.
Nie Wuhen ignored Meng Po. He stood in front of Cassel, lowered his head and grabbed his wrist. In a flash of white light, a chain connecting the two wrists appeared out of thin air.
Cassel shook his wrist and the chain rattled.
"Don't run too far." Nie Wuhen warned, "Stay close to here. I'll just talk to Meng Po."
Cassel nodded at him obediently. He watched Nie Wuhen leave, then tilted his head to think. He wanted his magic power to recover, and he didn't want to be a useless person who could only rely on Nie Wuhen.
This is not the Yunding Peak filled with pure magic power, and he is no longer the timid person he was back then. Now that the time, place and people are all right, he has no reason not to find a way to restore his magic power.
Another breath of air whispered in his ear: "Little devil..."
"You're so annoying," Cassel turned his head and said impatiently.
The ball of air was startled. It seemed as if he had not expected that the innocent-looking person in front of him would speak to him like this.
"I'm not afraid of you," Cassel said bravely, acting very calmly. He shook the chain on his hand at the air and said in a very arrogant tone, "Nie Wuhen will protect me. You'd better stay away from me."
"The demon clan's left guardian, Chen Zhufeng, recently left the demon world and has been searching for you, Sword Master," Meng Po said. "There are rumors outside that Sword Master wants to become a demon, but today I see that this is not the case. But Master Sword Master should still be careful. If you are used by someone with ulterior motives, I'm afraid you won't be able to clear your name even if you jump into the Yellow River."
Nie Wuhen had no expression. He rubbed the chain on his wrist with his fingertips and nodded calmly: "Thank you Meng Po for reminding me. But I, Nie, have never cared about these false names. Everything depends on human effort, that's all."
Meng Po sighed. She stroked her gray hair and pushed it to the sides, revealing her small eyes. She looked at Nie Wuhen with a sharp gaze, and moved her lips as she said hoarsely:
"Master Sword Master, I read your fortune when you came. The person next to you does not belong to this world. He is kind but malicious, and he is the fuse that led to your demonic possession and the factor that triggers the future war between immortals and demons."
Nie Wuhen frowned: "Meng Po, I am here to suppress the evil cultivators who are disturbing Wangchuan and let the dead souls have their own place to return to, not--"
Meng Po interrupted him, her voice suddenly filled with murderous intent, and she said in a low voice: "You should--"
"Kill him."
"Long time no see." The black air that appeared out of nowhere stood in front of Cassel and turned into a familiar figure. Chen Zhufeng smiled gently, his eyebrows and eyes were filled with kindness, but the words he said were chilling, "Ah, why hasn't your skin been...peeled off by the evil ghost yet?"
Although Cassel was afraid, he relied on the chain on his wrist and put on a fearless attitude, saying: "Why do you want to peel my skin? Why don't you be peeled?"
"I am an evil ghost," Chen Zhufeng smiled and pursed his lips. He lifted Cassel's chin with his slender fingertips. Seeing that the latter immediately dodged, he didn't mind. Instead, he used more force to pinch Cassel's cheek and forced him to face him.
He said: "Who dares to peel my skin, my little beauty? You are so brave. You even dare to covet my things..."
Seeing that he couldn't break free, Cassel simply pushed him with his hands and feet. When he realized that the man in front of him might have more powerful magic than Barbatos, he suddenly felt a little scared.
"I'm not afraid of you..." Cassel bit his lip, his wings trembling a little. He pulled the chain with all his might and shouted, "You'd better let me go, otherwise, Nie Wuhen will definitely beat you up!"
"Really?" Chen Zhufeng let go, "tsk tsk" twice, bent down to pick up the chain, and laughed cruelly, "Is it Nie Wuhen who was trapped by Meng Po or this... broken chain?"
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