Wen Hanwei felt a chill in her heart, knowing that it was not appropriate to stay any longer at this moment, so she caught up with Bai Lian, took his hand, and said calmly: "I will tell you the story about the Demon Prison slowly, and leave here first."
Balian nodded, bowed towards Si Kongdi, and said, "Then Si Chen and my sister will leave first."
He emphasized the word "sister" very strongly.
Because what Sikong said about ‘your woman’ just now is really a deep and ridiculous misunderstanding.
He really hated the frivolous and obscene expression on this man's face when he said these four words.
Although I felt unhappy, I still patiently said goodbye politely.
The two figures disappeared into the darkness.
Si Kong stood there for a long time as if his whole soul had been emptied out. It was not until the breaths of Bai Lian and Wen Hanwei completely disappeared that he turned around with great reaction.
"Si Chen?! You said your name is Si Chen? Your surname is Si? Hahahahahahaha!!! Okay!!! Your surname is Si?! In this world, other than Xiao Li, who else dares to have the surname Si?"
What interrupted Si Kong's almost crazy state was a voice as cold and silent as stagnant water.
"Concluding three contracts with three different people at once, Si Kong, you are really becoming more and more greedy."
Black city-state, ancient and extinct territory.
On the deserted and incomplete ancient road city wall, the black fog seemed to be a little thicker as the subtle footsteps crushed the dust, stones and vegetation.
Different from the darkness in this valley world, the thick fog of darkness is deeper, more evil, and purer. The gentle black mist surrounds the body of the beholder, and finally turns into a dark cloak and robe.
The black robe wears a silver spider totem, which represents killing and hell.
He slowly came to Si Kong, holding a solitary lamp in his hand, which was emitting a faint cold firelight, covering the dark lines on the heavy stone walls of the ancient road on both sides.
The outline of half of the cheek under the cloak was clearly reflected by the candlelight, and the lips were thin and sharp, looking like they had some dangerous lethality.
The hood covered most of his face, and he couldn't see his specific appearance and eyes clearly, but at this moment, his eyes were undoubtedly fixed on Si Kong.
His voice sounded hoarse: "I can see that you had a great time today."
Si Kong looked at the man in front of him, his eyes narrowed imperceptibly, and then he showed a charming smile: "Of course I have fun, the people who signed the contract with me today are really more interesting than the last one.
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He stretched out his palm in a casual manner, lifted up a strand of black hair under his cloak, twisted it between his fingers and said, "Aren't you one of them? Master Xingwu."
A murderous wind suddenly rose between the heaven and the earth, blowing the cloak on the man's head, revealing a pair of cold murderous eyes.
"Yes, I am the most powerful 'prison' in the demon world. Fortunately, I don't have this name, so I can only use it."
Sikong smiled and said: "The ring that represents the identity of the Demon Prison was taken away by the Ninth Sutra. I have helped you keep the secret for many years, but it is about to be exposed. Why don't you catch up and kill the woman?"
Xingwu snorted coldly: "Although the ring is in Ninth Meridian Wen Hanwei's hand, the one who is really attached to the corpse..." After saying this, Xingwu paused for a while before slowly saying: "It's the little ghost head.
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"So, the Ninth Meridian will definitely put that ring into his hands."
Yukuna slowly raised his dark eyes that looked like they were painted by hell: "If you really care about that ring exposing my identity, those two people should be the ones to be killed."
Si Kong was startled, and then there was a hint of cold murderous intent in his eyebrows: "Do you dare to touch that young man?"
Yukuna smiled contemptuously: "Don't invite people into a chess game that you can't afford. I hope you can put away your despicable and cunning ways in front of me."
Sikong stared at him intently, as if he was very worried.
Xing Wu noticed his gaze, covered the upper half of his face with his hood again, and raised the corners of his mouth in a cruel arc.
"You don't have to be so vigilant. I won't take action against those two people. After all, it's really boring to torture and kill these people to death with a disgusting look of being arrogant and unyielding."
"I don't understand." Sikong's eyes showed a bit of inquiring confusion and a bit of casual smile.
"More than two hundred years ago, you killed the real Demon Prison Yukiwu, Li Daitao, and made the first agreement with me, asking me to take care of this corpse for you and not let outsiders know this secret.
Such behavior is not like your style. Once the corpse's identity is exposed, you will be endlessly hunted by countless forces in the demon world.
Given your temperament, it is already a wonder that you have preserved the bones so intact without destroying them with your own hands.
Now that the ring has been taken away by others, I don't see you panicking at all. You are so confident, what exactly are you relying on?"
Fortunately, he took out a silver needle and flicked the candle wick in the oil paper lantern.
The weak flame was a little brighter, reflecting two slender flames in his dark eyes.
"Feeling confident? Because he was favored, he was able to feel confident. That little devil's memory was so mutilated that he didn't forget to take away the dirty ashes before leaving.
He is so... attached to it, so he will definitely not expose the existence of the ring easily. Even if it is exposed, that day will be the moment when the little ghost head regains his memory. By then... the role of the silver ring will be dispensable.
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Under Sikong's curious gaze, Xingwu's smile was like a blood-sharp demon blade, ruthless: "After all, I killed Demon Prison with my own hands in front of that kid."
Sikong's eyes were slightly startled, and he said in disbelief: "What you mean is that this young man lives as a corpse demon, but he can't remember even half of his memories during his lifetime."
Yukimu said indifferently: "Can't you see that he is a direct descendant of the general?"
The smile on Si Kong's face disappeared little by little, and his expression was rarely serious: "If I hadn't seen that he is my only and lovely brother, do you think I would really let him go today?"
Fortunately, there was no silence, with a slight sneer in his eyes.
Sikong touched his heart, with a smile on his face. He returned to the throne and sat down calmly, crossing one of his long legs.
The palm of his right hand spread out and turned into something out of thin air. A golden cup fell steadily into his palm, and the bright red blood-like wine rippled in the cup, reflecting a flicker of candlelight.
He raised the glass gracefully, took a sip, and said: "Humans have always had a big misunderstanding about us corpse demons. They think that from the moment we abandon our human bodies and become corpse demons, we abandon and lose them together with the memories of our human period. But
This is not the case.
As a corpse demon is reborn and wakes up, we will more or less lose part of our memory, but this part of memory is just an unimportant part of life. Just like human beings aging, they will selectively lose part of their memory, but it is absolutely not the case.
Everything in the past will be lost.
Human beings think that we have no memories of our lives, but how do we know that we have indelible and important memories stored deep in our hearts.
It’s just that, as corpse demons, what we have lost are the seven emotions and six desires of human beings, as well as those too many useless emotions, after all..." If you like Long Night Walk, please collect it: (www.sodu777.net) Long Night Walk Search Novel Website
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