In the void where nebulae wander,

The demon shrouded in black mist sat on the altar, looking at the endless abyss-like world beneath his feet.

In this boundless space, countless weird monsters live. Huge skeleton fish sway their white bones and slowly swim through the air. Monsters as small as fireflies scatter fluorescent light in groups.

On the scorching planet, countless monsters with hideous faces and terrifying shapes were floating in the lava. There were also beautiful and enchanting monsters, smiling frivolously and seductively, lying on the edge of the altar.

On the pure white stairs that were winding and suspended in the void, a prostrate figure appeared. He huddled on the pale steps, his figure sometimes collapsed and then condensed, shivering.

"Oh, you're here so soon?" A demon with a human face and an insect body raised its neck, looked at the person crawling at its feet, and curled its red lips, "Oh, it doesn't look good for you to die."

The figure crawling on the steps gradually stabilized into a human form, a man covered in blood and lame. The man raised his head, "Where... is this? Why am I here."

"Didn't you promise yourself to sacrifice your most precious thing to our Lord Demon?" The banshees on the altar replied to him with a smile.

"No, it's not. I have already dedicated my most precious thing to you." The man raised his hands tremblingly, "I dedicated my true love and my wife to you with my own hands."

"It's really ridiculous," the demon sitting on the high platform laughed, "in front of me, human desires have no place to hide. Isn't the thing you cherish most the most your own?"

The originally human-looking body of the man on the stairs gradually began to become huge and twisted, and black smoke came out of the decayed skin.

"No, no, I don't want to become a monster. I want to be a human being, I want to be a human being." The man covered his head and struggled in pain, leaving only his hopeless wailing in the void, "I regret it, I regret it!

"

The smooth mirror-like steps in front of him reflected a body that had been torn into pieces. That was his appearance before his death. That appearance was slowly changing. Even if he continued to resist, he was still swallowed by the black mist.

, lost its human form and became a monster that lost its mind and looked terrifying.

"Really, a boring life is still so boring even if it becomes a monster." Xu Kun, who was sitting on the altar, waved his hand in disappointment, letting the sluggish newborn monster go on its own.

He raised his head and looked into the distance. Out of his reach, there was a colorful jade door facing him from a distance.

That bright light is like a bright moon in the dark night, coming through the dark night, bright, clear, and colorful.

In the end, I don't know whether it was my own darkness that swallowed up the light, or whether the light could finally dispel the darkness.

No matter which one it is, it is very interesting to Xu Kun.

It seems that many years ago, someone he liked very much said to him, "Xu Kun, if you do this, you will regret it one day."

regret?

He no longer has this kind of human emotion.

The so-called emotions of human beings, in the vast universe, are completely meaningless to a god at his level.

…

The thunderstorm gradually became smaller. Mu Xue and Cen Qianshan walked out of the woods side by side holding umbrellas.

Neither of them spoke, and with the sound of pattering rain, the past came to their minds like a tide.

It rarely rains in Futon City, but any thunderstorms are basically the vast and majestic Nine Heavens Divine Thunder.

At that time, Cen Qianshan liked thunderstorms like this very much. With the thunder and lightning and the pouring rain outside, staying in a solid and stable house gave him a feeling of happiness that was almost overflowing.

At times like this, Master Mu Xue usually would not go out. Even when the thunder was loud, she would rarely put down the work at hand and ask Cen Qianshan to boil a pot of wine for her.

She always sits on the corridor leaning on a small wooden table, watching the thunder and lightning one after another in the distant sky.

For so many years, almost no one in the world of demon spirits has successfully overcome the tribulation. No matter how powerful the legendary figures are, they cannot resist the will of heaven and fall under the thunder of the Nine Heavens.

As a result, many demons stop practicing after reaching the golden elixir stage, allowing their lifespan to slowly run out, and then re-enter the reincarnation when the end comes.

The deep glass is full of wine, and strong liquor enters the throat. I don’t know who will survive the disaster tonight.

In the past, every time there was lightning and thunder like this, this yard would seem extremely empty and lonely. It was as if a thunderbolt struck down from the sky, and my existence would completely disappear from the world. No trace would be left, just like myself.

It was as if he had never been in this world before.

The sound of thunder struck Mu Xue's heart, like the insurmountable fate and the sound of approaching footsteps.

Mu Xue put down the wine glass. The empty glass in his hand was quickly refilled. His little apprentice Qian Shan sat at the table with him, looking at him with bright eyes.

Even though there was only one more person around him, the whole family started to feel so warm and reassuring at some point.

With him sitting next to him like this, the thunder in the sky no longer seemed so frightening.

Now that she has someone worth tying up with, and a home where someone is waiting for her to return, Mu Xue's heart is no longer as empty and blind as before, even when facing the way of heaven, and she regains the courage to fight against heaven.

"I'm almost an adult, can I have a drink with Master?" Xiaoshan, who was sixteen or seventeen years old, had sparks in his eyes, and his long eyelashes fluttered slightly.

"Yes, how come you have grown up so quickly?" Mu Xue took out a wine cup, boiled it with wine, and poured him a glass of wine.

The hands of the two holding the cups touched lightly amidst the sound of rain.

"Xiaoshan, do you still remember your biological parents?"

"I don't really remember. I just remember that when they were selling me, they argued for a long time over whether they could get two or three spiritual stones."

"I don't remember what my mother looks like, and I don't know who my father is. Sometimes in my dreams, I see a hazy face. It should be my mother. I want to take a closer look, but I can't always see clearly."

In the wind and rain, with someone by your side, the wine becomes more mellow.

Cen Xiaoshan, who was acquainted with the contents of the cup for the first time, soon fell drunk next to Mu Xue, grabbing the hem of her clothes and murmuring drunkenly, "It doesn't matter, I just need to have a relative, Master."

Mu Xue looked at the rain, poured herself a drink, and reached out to gently touch the soft hair at her hand. Cen Qianshan, who was curled up next to her, was still whispering drunken words softly and indistinctly in his sleep.

Also, it is good to have hills as companions in this life.

I just really hope I can get through this ordeal and spend more time with him.

…

Mu Xue, who was walking in the rain, looked up at the Taoist monk walking beside him holding an umbrella.

It turned out that from such an early age, I had already taken Qianshan into my heart.

Back at Sun Dejun's residence, Ding Lanlan and Lin Yin came up to ask for news.

"How's it going? Did you catch him? We searched the house carefully and found no more moving puppets."

Mu Xue then told what he saw and heard in the grove. He also brought back the mirage of the bright light in the puppet's body.

"What did you say?" The two little girls could hardly believe their ears, "He, he, he actually sacrificed his wife to the devil in order to obtain the technology of puppet refining?"

"He also extracted the child's soul and refined it into the puppet, just to make the puppet react more like a human?" Ding Lanlan's face turned pale, and the half of the puppet in her hand seemed to be hot, so she dropped it in fright.

Young girls like them can hardly imagine such evil in human nature in the world.

Among the few people, only Lei Liang didn't seem to find this matter unusual.

"Don't look at me like this, aunts." Lei Liang explained helplessly, "Isn't this a common thing? Not to mention such a mysterious magic, just for a house or a little money, you would kill your wife and sell your children.

I’ve seen a lot of men.”

Brother Liang, who has been running various transactions in Fuzhou City for many years, is used to the ruthlessness and betrayal of the world. In contrast, what makes him nervous and pay attention to this matter is the identity of the demon god that Sun Dejun worships.

That demon was the culprit who destroyed Great Joy City, the most prosperous town in the demon world, hundreds of years ago.

"This doesn't look good, Mr. Cen." Lei Liang's face was very ugly, "You should know how the Great Joy City was destroyed three hundred years ago, right?"

Cen Qianshan pondered for a moment and took out several black name cards. He held the transmission talisman in the name cards and recounted what happened here in detail. He also took out a silver seal from his arms and printed a representative identity on the name cards.

silver graphics.

When the silver seal was lifted up, a mithril seal was printed on the black name card. There was no word on the seal, only a pattern of a thousand-foot-high wall and a green mountain covered with snow.

After Cen Qianshan printed the seal, he suddenly thought of something, his ears turned slightly red, and he quietly glanced at Mu Xue beside him.

At that time, I was young and frivolous, and I suddenly lost the love of my life. I was depressed and regretful. I wished that the whole world would know my feelings for Master. Therefore, I used such a straightforward stamp for sealing. Now in front of Master

When I use it, I can't help but feel a little cramped.

He prepared the name cards and handed them over to Qianji and Xiaoya who were summoned by him to deliver them.

Outside a remote house in Fulong City, Zhuo Yu, Xiao Changge, and Cheng Yan quietly poked their heads out of the wall.

In the heavily guarded courtyard, a strange altar was set up. There was a black gatehouse on the altar. In a room next to the altar, there were about a dozen mortal children in shabby clothes locked up.

A large, airtight flying magic weapon stopped in the courtyard. Several young children were tied to a hemp rope and dragged from the magic weapon crying. Bingzi and his sister were among them.

"Quickly, grab two little brats and try them here first." Someone shouted at the edge of the altar, "It turns out that Sun Laizi worshiped the devil and made a fortune so easily. Bah, I thought he was really

He is gifted and suddenly enlightened."

"But with some mortal children, the puppet's value can be doubled several times. Hahaha, it's a business without capital."

"It's about time that it was my turn to taste what it's like to be wealthy."

"After doing this, you don't have to worry about the house and the woman, hahaha."

The burly man came to a group of children, stretched out his hand, and ignored the frightened children who were crying. He grabbed two of them like chickens and walked towards the altar.

In the crowd, Bingzi took off his shoes to his barefoot sister and tried her best to block her in front of her with her thin body.

Now his only hope is that at least his sister can be caught later and brought to the altar that looks very scary.

"How are you doing? Are you sure you want to take action?" Zhuo Yu looked at everything in the yard and asked quietly. His face was dark, "Don't blame me for not telling you. With this action, not to mention whether you can go back smoothly, but whether you can save your life."

I can’t even tell my fate.”

Xiao Changge and Cheng Yan looked at each other, with pale faces but firm nods.
To be continued...