Chapter 32

Chapter 32

The soul took shape and shrank its neck in fear. He held the bloody head in his hand and said hoarsely: "Sir, can you do me a favor? I really don't want to go to Wangchuan. As long as you do me a favor, I will do anything for you!"

He cried with tears and snot, and finally even burst into tears. He knelt aside and kept "kowtowed", which made the demons and monsters around him gradually curious. They gathered in twos and threes and whispered to each other.

The demon cultivator mocked: "Is that a cultivator? Aren't cultivators kind and generous? Why don't you help him?"

The snake demon echoed: "Yes, this soul is crying so miserably, could it be that it really has some difficulties?"

"Of course there is," said another flower demon, looking worried and distressed, "otherwise, why would that soul risk asking a cultivator for help?"

…

After hearing these words, Cassel didn't quite understand why the soul came to him among so many people? He looked down at his arm, which had a red mark on it. It should be some kind of seal, otherwise Nie Wuhen would not have said the word "unlock".

The skin was exposed and a little cold. Cassel subconsciously retracted his hand and touched the mark himself. He tilted his head to look at the soul that seemed to be crying to death, and asked in confusion: "I am obviously the victim. I am not crying, why are you crying?"

The sudden words made Nie Wuhen's killing intent fade slightly. He turned his head to look at Cassel, and heard the latter say crisply: "You bumped into me and put a weird seal on me. I didn't do anything. Why do you want us to help you? Is it because you cried?"

Cassel scratched his head and blinked twice. His eyes instantly filled with tears, which dripped down his cheeks. His ability to disguise himself as an angel was revealed at this moment.

The evil demonic aura slowed down everyone's thinking and amplified the purest compassion in their hearts. In the eyes of all the demons, he is now the most fragile person and object that they are most reluctant to touch.

Cassel threw himself into Nie Wuhen's arms and pretended to be wronged: "Nie Wuhen, he was the one threatening me, why should we help him?"

Everyone was stunned, their eyes were blank. After a long while, the demon cultivator who had been speaking for the soul suddenly changed his words and said indignantly: "If you don't go to Wangchuan, who will? Looking at your bleeding neck and the wound, I think you were chopped by a guillotine. To be able to bear such a punishment, it seems that you have done a lot of fraud in the mortal world, causing many people to be destroyed!"

The snake demon echoed: "That's right! How can such a heinous person have the nerve to threaten others with such a flattering face!"

The flower demon cried and looked at Cassel, saying lovingly, "It's been a long time since we last met. I miss you so much. Don't worry, I won't let anything hurt you."

…

The tone of the conversation suddenly changed.

Nie Wuhen's outstretched hand froze in mid-air. He remained silent, watching the people around him go crazy and even start fighting for Cassel.

He roughly understood Cassell's abilities. In Bai Yi's words, she is the little green tea girl in the storybook... No, that can't be said.

Nie Wuhen took back his hand and said to Cassel who was holding him: "Stretch out your arms."

Cassel didn't understand why, so he rolled up his sleeves and revealed the red mark: "It's sticking out."

Nie Wuhen raised his hand to seal his magic power, then pinched Cassel's wrist, and the thick and pure magic power continued to flow into him.

A whirlpool appeared on the calm sea surface, and everything that was swept into it was sucked in. Cassel only felt that something was leaving his bone marrow, which was a little painful and numb. He wanted to pull his hand back, but couldn't. Finally, he drooped his little wings and called Nie Wuhen pitifully.

Everyone seemed to have been acupunctured and suddenly stood still. The soul held its head, and the eyes on its head were as big as copper bells. It could feel that the control technique it was proud of was being lifted. Like a teacup, it broke into pieces bit by bit.

It opened its mouth and made a "ho ho" sound, its whole body trembling, until the string broke, the spell was broken, and it regained its ability to move, and tried to run away even rolling and crawling!

Nie Wuhen threw the teacup over, and the soul immediately wailed heart-wrenchingly. Its head fell off and rolled a few times before it stopped. The only thing left was that he knelt down instinctively, trembling all over.

The headless body kept "kowtowed", and the head that stayed at Nie Wuhen's feet was heartbroken and begged for mercy, saying that it had offended a noble person and had not recognized a great man. It asked for mercy, and that if he spared its life, it would never dare to cheat and threaten people again.

Nie Wuhen withdrew his hand, placed his fingertips on the teacup, stroking it slowly, and said word by word: "I gave you a chance."

The soul cried and begged for mercy: "Sir, please spare me—"

The last word was not uttered before the soul suddenly exploded like the previous two times. Only this time, it was a true death.

The crying stopped abruptly.

Everyone who came to their senses didn't dare to breathe.

Cassel's shoulders trembled slightly. He lowered his eyes and stared at his smooth arm motionlessly - there was no mark on it at all.

Noticing Nie Wuhen's gaze on him, Cassel bit his lip hurriedly. He didn't dare to look up, but just pretended to be busy and rolled up his sleeves.

After a while, a voice came from above: "Let's go."

Cassel nodded quickly and said yes.

After leaving the Wangchuan River, there is a distinction between day and night in the mortal world. It is early morning now, the breeze is not dry, and everything is just right.

Cassel followed Nie Wuhen, blinking his eyes and looking around. Sometimes his eyes fell on the sparkling pearls and jades, and sometimes he was attracted by the man shouting and selling candied haws.

He called the candied haws seller, looked up for a long time, and picked out the one that looked the biggest. Cassel was not as ignorant as he was at the beginning. He at least realized that if he wanted something, he had to exchange it with something of equal value instead of relying on pity or charity.

Likewise, he became more open-minded.

His camouflage ability was completely useless in front of Nie Wuhen. Whether the magic power is sealed or not is actually not important at all.

There was just one thing Cassel didn't understand. Why did his demonic aura become so weak this time? Could it be because of the influence of this place?

Cassel racked his brains but couldn't figure it out, so he simply shook his head and put these annoying problems behind him.

He wants to eat candied haws now.

He gave a night pearl to the old man selling candied haws. The old man showed a look of horror and said he couldn't take it. Finally, he said he would give it to Cassel.

Cassel was at a loss.

Nie Wuhen handed over the silver and nodded in thanks.

After the old man left, Cassel took a bite of the candied haws, looked up at Nie Wuhen, and said in confusion: "Why doesn't he want it? One night pearl can buy a lot of candied haws, isn't it a profit if he accepts it?"

Nie Wuhen walked side by side with him and said, "Maybe he's afraid of getting himself killed."

"Why?"

"A man is innocent unless he possesses a treasure."

Cassel was even more confused: "What does this mean? I don't understand."

Nie Wuhen was silent for a long time before he said, "The man was innocent, but he was convicted for hiding the jade. In the eyes of everyone, the old man just now had problems with food and clothing. If one day he got the Night Pearl out of nowhere, others would doubt its origin. But at this moment, the Night Pearl is his life-threatening knife."

Cassel was stunned.

Nie Wuhen closed his eyes, and the flashes of swords and shadows of knives flashed through his mind. When he opened his eyes, he was calm again.

Cassel tugged at his sleeve, and when he turned around, he saw Cassel asking him carefully what was wrong.

Nie Wuhen looked at him, slowed down his speech and asked him: "Are you afraid of me?"

Although it was a question, it came out in a declarative tone, as if he had already made a conclusion, but still wanted to prove it himself.

Cassel didn't quite understand why Nie Wuhen suddenly asked this question. It seemed that he had asked the same question before. He remained silent, not knowing how to answer.

It's natural to be afraid. He was decisive in killing, and he didn't know whether his doubts about him had been resolved. If one day he knew that he was pestering him just to make him fall into evil, Nie Wuhen would definitely beat him up.

It’s not realistic to say that I’m not afraid. After all, I'm still a little bit scared. But compared to the beginning, it is obviously much better.

Not far away is the top of the cloud.

It only took Nie Wuhen an incense stick of time to get there. But within this stick of incense, Nie Wuhen needs to figure out whether he should listen to his master and practice the Way of Ruthlessness, and whether he himself is really suitable for it.

Nie Wuhen stopped and looked seriously at Cassel, who lowered his head and didn't dare to look him in the eye.

Moving his eyes downward, he saw the slightly trembling fist holding the candied haws, and the small wings covered with snow-white fluff that were shivering behind Cassel.

Okay, he got it.

Nie Wuhen felt depressed and a little uncomfortable.

Cassel grunted and took another bite of the candied haws. He was about to say something while biting the wooden stick when he heard Nie Wuhen ask him, "Have you found a way to go home?"

Cassel's movements froze for a moment. He nodded slowly, then shook his head in panic. He looked up at Nie Wuhen, only to see that the latter was staring at him without blinking, his eyes calm and deep.

"Can I," Cassel said carefully, with his hands behind his back, "not answer"

What's the difference between this and answering

Nie Wuhen sighed inwardly and said, "Sure. When do you want to go back?"

"I don't know." Cassel twisted his fingers, looking conflicted. He actually wanted to go back a long time ago, but now was simply not the right time. To put it bluntly, he had no idea how long he would stay here.

Nie Wuhen lowered his head and straightened his clothes. They were actually very neat. He didn't know what he was straightening. He just said, "My inner demon was suppressed by Master, but it was not completely eliminated."

Suppression is only temporary, just like drowning your sorrows in alcohol. After a night, your sorrows will only increase. The same is true for the inner demons. Short-term suppression is not a long-term solution. Once it revives, it will be like a flood that breaks through the dam, and no amount of mud or sand can stop it.

Nie Wuhen understands this principle better than anyone else.

Cassel was still listening to Nie Wuhen, but when he saw Nie Wuhen hesitated, he touched his head and asked curiously, "What are you going to say?"

Nie Wuhen moved his lips, but ultimately said nothing.

The two were silent for a long time.

Behind me is a very busy street with heavy traffic. In front of me, not far away, the rising sun enveloped the top of the mountain, and the clouds and mist wrapped around the mountainside, shining brightly and beautifully.

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