Part 2
“A bit dizzy.”
“Temple Master~”
Yun Wuxiang raised his hand, and a head crashed precisely into his palm.
Lifting his eyes slightly, his gaze passed over the ghost under his hand to the two demons getting up from the ground behind him. “Why did you bring other things over?”
“Don’t know. Probably lived long enough and came to deliver themselves to death.”
Song Yilou perfunctorily turned back to glance at the two nervous demons, then turned back as if he didn’t care about them at all, tugging at Yun Wuxiang’s sleeve.
“Ne, Temple Master, why did you save me?”
Yun Wuxiang: “For the Tianqing Fruits in your hand.”
“Liar. You don’t need those fruits at all.” Song Yilou opened his smiling eyes, gazing at Yun Wuxiang’s face. “There are so many secrets on the Temple Master. What does Fallen Rainbow Qi count for?”
“Can that dead bird really threaten you?”
Yun Wuxiang didn’t answer his question. He turned Song Yilou’s chin toward the two demons on the side. “Go deal with the tails you brought.”
With a wave of Yun Wuxiang’s sleeve, Song Yilou and the two demons disappeared from their spots simultaneously, reappearing over ten meters away.
“Stop talking nonsense. Deal with them.”
Yan Ye and Zhan Beicheng looked at Song Yilou vigilantly.
Song Yilou patted the dust off his body and looked at the two demons opposite. “The Temple Master asked me to deal with you. Can you be sensible, deal with yourselves, and not waste my time?”
Yan Ye: “General Beicheng, if we don’t get serious, I’m afraid we’ll both fall here.”
Zhan Beicheng said arrogantly, “A mere wandering ghost isn’t worthy of my using… Ugh! Poison.”
The tall Battle Demon clutched his chest, looking at Song Yilou with unwillingness written all over his face. He struggled to spit out one word: “Despicable.” Then his eyes rolled back, and he fell face-first to the ground.
Yan Ye’s eyes widened, unable to believe his only teammate went down so easily.
How can you be so useless! Is this plausible? Ah?!
Moving his gaze from his fallen teammate, he looked up at Song Yilou, then glanced at Yun Wuxiang, whose back was turned to them. Yan Ye’s face twitched. “May I ask if you two accept surrender?”
Song Yilou grabbed at the air in front of him, pulling out a long saber. “Don’t accept. One of me by the Temple Master’s side is enough.”
Yan Ye said anxiously, “I know how to leave this place!”
“Don’t believe it.” Song Yilou didn’t pause at all, charging up with the saber.
Yan Ye dodged while shouting, “I really know!”
“Then you deserve to die even more. I like this place quite a bit.” Song Yilou hacked even more happily.
Lunatic! Yan Ye cursed inwardly.
Dare not use cultivation or he’d go mad; dare not extend spiritual sense or he’d go mad faster. Living until now, this was the first time Yan Ye fought so sullenly.
During a dodge, a gap was exploited. Song Yilou’s blade cut a bloody gash on his shoulder. Yan Ye was thoroughly enraged.
Damn it! If Laozi doesn’t show his power, you all treat me like a sick cat!
A scorching aura began to brew on the angry Flame Demon.
Suddenly, a gust of wind came from behind, followed by the sound of numerous footsteps.
A long vine with thorns lashed toward Song Yilou. Just as it was about to hit the target, the target disappeared on the spot. The fierce whip struck the ground, leaving a deep mark, cracking the surrounding ground, showing the force of this blow.
Lu Tu’s distinctive emotionless voice sounded behind Yan Ye: “You’re still alive.”
Yan Ye: “…”
Zhan Beicheng, who had been lying on the ground, suddenly scrambled up and strode into the demon group. “Finally here.”
Yan Ye: !!!
“Zhan Beicheng, you grandson! You weren’t poisoned!”
Zhan Beicheng shrugged. “Poisoned, just not that serious. I believed you could handle a mere wandering ghost.”
“Bastard!” Yan Ye gritted his teeth in anger, fists hardening.
Man She: “Gentlemen, if you want to fight, please wait. Now is not the time.”
Zhan Beicheng: “Yan Ye said just now he knows how to leave this place.”
The gaze of the demon crowd instantly fell on Yan Ye.
Yan Ye glared unhappily. “What are you looking at me for? I was lying to stall for time! We all fell down together; where would I know the way out? Rely on the locals here? If they knew a way, would they still stay here?”
The demons withdrew their gazes, shifting them elsewhere.
Over there, Song Yilou, who had disappeared, appeared beside Yun Wuxiang.
Mu Mian looked Yun Wuxiang up and down. “A clone. You are that ghost scorpion’s master?”
Facing a Demon Lord, Yun Wuxiang should have been serious since the opponent’s cultivation was much higher than his. But Song Yilou muttered in his ear, “Temple Master saved me again.”
This guy’s tone was a bit strange. Yun Wuxiang couldn’t say where, but it felt wrong.
Song Yilou: “The clone Temple Master made is already out. I should be useless now. Why save me? Temple Master doesn’t like me.”
Yun Wuxiang reached out and pulled his cheek, scrutinizing him carefully to ensure this guy hadn’t been possessed. Was Song Yilou the type to ponder about liking or not liking?
He stuffed a Tianqing Fruit into the other’s hand. “Eat a fruit, go to the side, and calm down for a while.”
Song Yilou looked down at the fruit in his hand. After a moment of silence, his shoulders began to shake as if laughing.
“I really do like the Temple Master.”
Yun Wuxiang just assumed he was having another episode.
Mu Mian, who had spoken actively but received no response, was about to explode. “Mu Miao! That pair of dog men dare to ignore me!”
Mu Miao said slowly, “Is it that kind of relationship?”
“Mu Miao!” Mu Mian called his name unhappily.
Mu Miao leaned lazily on Mu Mian’s shoulder, smoothing his ruffled feathers nonchalantly. “You ignore them too. Or catch that ghost scorpion.”
As the voice fell, a pair of red eyes looked over.
“See? Looking over now,” Mu Miao said leisurely.
Yun Wuxiang looked at him not to stand up for Song Yilou, but because he didn’t understand why these two demons assumed he and Song Yilou were lovers upon first sight.
This never happened in the Human Realm. There must be something wrong with the atmosphere in the Demon Realm.
【All those in the Great Prison: Whoever kills the Ghost Gu Song Yilou may leave the Great Prison. Whoever kills the new master of the Seven Illusions Lightning Locking Tower may obtain My Master, Demon Venerable Jiangzi’s inheritance.】
The relatively peaceful atmosphere shattered completely with the appearance of this voice.
Mu Miao opened his eyes fully. “Seems we don’t need to continue probing.”
A Demon Venerable’s inheritance was enough to drive any demon mad.
Yun Wuxiang tapped Song Yilou’s shoulder. The moment the person disappeared from under his hand, several attacks landed simultaneously.
“Only you would believe its ghost talk.”
The slightly sarcastic words were drowned in the attacks; only a few demons heard them.
The clone shattered. Far away at the bottom of the rift valley, a trace of blood spilled from the corner of Yun Wuxiang’s mouth.
He raised his hand to touch the corner of his mouth, meeting a cold hand. Song Yilou touched the corner of his lips first, wiping away that trace of red with his finger and putting it into his own mouth. His action was too natural and smooth; by the time Yun Wuxiang realized how ambiguous this act was, Song Yilou had already finished everything.
“Temple Master, I decided to die a bit later.” The bloody tongue tip returned to his mouth. Yun Wuxiang’s pupils reflected a smiling face that revealed madness amidst calmness.
The ghost aura on Song Yilou surged. A pitch-black crescent moon mark appeared on his forehead, highlighting the five black moles under his eyes like stars, adding a faint touch of demon allure to this face filled with ghost aura.
Blood Moon Ghost Mark—the sign of a ghost creature advancing to Earth Rank.
“I want to tear that Black Mist Bird apart first.”
“Will the Temple Master wait for me?”
Yun Wuxiang looked up at the sky and waited for a moment. “No lightning tribulation.”
“Ha…” A low laugh vibrated from Song Yilou’s throat. Then he suddenly started exposing himself: “Temple Master, do you know? I gave you a Love Gu.”
Yun Wuxiang fell silent. Of course he didn’t know. “When?”
It wasn’t strange that Song Yilou would plant a Love Gu on him; he was capable of it. But he hadn’t felt a thing.
In the time of two sentences, the ghost aura on Song Yilou had mostly converged. He asked with curved eyes and an innocent face, “Which time is the Temple Master asking about?”
Yun Wuxiang: “…”
How many times have you planted it?!
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