Chapter 13: The demon who draws infinite hatred (5)
Qianye looked at Wu Zhou in disbelief, almost thinking that he was dazzled. He walked to him and squatted down, stretched out his fingers, and gently touched the layer of fine and smooth fluff. His ears twitched slightly. It couldn't be fake.
White Fox, she actually met White Fox...
Although white foxes are not uncommon, there is only one white fox in tens of millions that can cultivate into a demon. It is as rare as a mortal becoming an immortal or an iron stone blooming.
Wu Zhou seemed to know something and slowly opened his eyes. His gray eyes were filled with pain. He didn't know whether he was conscious or not, but he just looked at her quietly.
Once a demon takes human form, most of them are unwilling to return to their original form. Occasionally, for convenience, it is not impossible to change into their original form.
However, there is another situation where one is forced to return to his original form, that is, the end is approaching.
Chiba frowned tightly. It seemed that not only was his defense low, but his health was almost reaching zero.
But I have never heard of demons dying of old age, either being killed or becoming immortals.
It is easier for demons to become immortals than for mortals. They have longer lives to spend.
But it is said that in the past few hundred years, not a single demon has become an immortal. All of them failed to survive the tribulation and ended up in ashes, including... the one in front of me?
"Sir, the pit outside the yard has been dug." Shi said anxiously, not knowing when he would come back again.
Qianye raised his head and asked with confusion: "What are you digging a hole for?"
"Bury him." Shen said seriously.
Qianye's eyebrows twitched, "Why?"
"Sir, if the white fox becomes a demon, he is a half-immortal. If he dies in your hands, your little moral deeds will not be enough. By then, let alone becoming an immortal, you will be reincarnated in the next life, and you will not even be able to enter the animal realm.
"
As he spoke, Erhua stood between Qianye and Wu Zhou, forcing Qianye to take a few steps back.
Wu Zhou slowly closed his eyes, buried his head, and let out a self-deprecating laugh from his thin blue lips, but no one heard him.
Qianye's eyebrows twitched as he looked at Xi, and asked seriously: "Am I so useless in your eyes?"
"Sir, you are not useful all the time." Shi replied seriously.
Qianye looked at him with a look of sorrow and anger, and suddenly became extremely proud, and asked with a smile on his face: "Then tell me, if I bring a white fox demon's envoy back to the master, will it look weird?
What's the matter? He can beat Third Senior Sister's cat demon to the ground and tear out every hair."
Shi lowered his head with melancholy on his face, "Sir, it's best for you to save yourself first."
"I didn't say I would trade my life for him."
As he spoke, a long tail suddenly appeared behind Wu Zhou, hanging softly around his waist. The long, snow-white hair covered his dirty and muddy body, which was extremely eye-catching.
Chiba was not so surprised, and asked thoughtfully: "How many tails does he have?"
"Sir, you can wait until he fully reveals his form, then you will know how many white foxes he is."
Qianye glanced sideways and said, "It's completely revealed. I, your lord, will be reborn as a mouse in my next life."
"Maybe it's not as good as a mouse." Shen said seriously.
"Shi, I suddenly remembered that I haven't drawn the Ghost Splitting Talisman for a few years, so I'm a bit handicapped." Qianye looked at Shi up and down maliciously.
With lingering fear in his heart, he drifted to the side, "Sir, you have broken your promise. You said you would never scare me again."
"Your Majesty, I always keep my word."
Qianye returned to the table and dug out a few blank talisman papers in his wide sleeves, but did not take out the pen or cinnabar. He pulled out the evil-spirited dagger and took another look at it.