strictlysupreme Chapter 625 He's probably not even alive anymore.
Chapter 625 He's probably not even alive anymore.
Xue Lan lit a lamp.
In the cold and silent East China Sea, a woman in black stood atop layers of ice, a delicate octagonal lantern suddenly appearing in her hand.
After the blurry, warm light of the revolving lantern, there was a pale yet gently smiling face opposite me.
The woman who had just flown down from Fusang looked at Xue Lan with a smile, as light as a white butterfly:
"I am Shang Ling, Lord Wolf King. We have finally met."
Xue Lan, holding the revolving lantern, slowly turned around and bowed to Shang Ling:
"Xue Lan from the Northern Region greets Senior Fusang."
Is this Japan?
Zhu He was tall and strong. Even though he was completely covered by the tail of his inner demon, only his head was sticking out. He stared at the woman in a daze and spoke.
"That's right... stay hidden!"
The inner demon lowered its head slightly and used its chin to press down on Zhu He, who had caused the uproar.
"The food is the same as what you eat at Jiyuan Peak, so how come you're all so tall..."
Zhu He squatted down, obediently catching the pit dug by his inner demons:
"Senior sister is not in good health."
"Once the demons are driven out, he can grow taller with some care."
His response was the eerie, clattering laughter of his inner demons.
"You've had enough!"
Unable to bear it any longer, Xue Tong emerged from the demon's tail, carrying the Soul Guide, her tone displeased:
"You bully the silly kids in the house as soon as you're not around."
Silly boy Zhu He: "What's wrong?"
The spirit guide flew up from Xue Tong's arms and pressed it against his mouth:
"Brother Zhuhe, you mustn't speak."
Zhu He nodded obediently.
Seeing this, Xue Tong couldn't help but nod.
That's right, that's it!
Xue Lan's daughter was naturally intimidating to everyone present.
As the girl thought this, she looked in Xue Lan's direction and noticed that Lord Wolf and Fusang had gotten closer, separated only by a revolving lantern.
Xiao Tong worries about her host every day:
"At such close range, they shouldn't be able to fight, right?"
The inner demon mimicked the tone of the golden crow and the violet crow, speaking as before:
"Who knows?"
Xue Tong covered her eyes: "I know."
"You'd better be prepared, after all, he is Lord Wolf King."
The inner demon nodded in agreement.
She and Xiaotong rarely clicked; it was all thanks to Lord Wolf.
"I wonder if my current state qualifies as being in a certain position?"
Shang Ling exuded a chilling aura as she climbed up Xue Lan's back inch by inch, causing the Wolf Lord, who was accustomed to wielding the power of ice, to shiver.
Xue Lan held the lantern in her hand up to Shang Ling's eyes and spoke softly:
What do you think, senior?
The moment the woman spoke, the flame in the lantern suddenly flickered, and as the lantern pillar spun, Shang Ling could see clearly what was depicted in the shadows inside.
The image inside the revolving lantern in Xue Lan's hand was not the usual image of galloping horses, but rather a vengeful ghost with three heads, slowly moving forward while dragging an iron chain as thick as a human arm.
The woman's gentle smile vanished instantly, and a hint of regret flashed in her beautiful eyes.
She raised her hand to look at the hideous black lines on her palm, which stretched out from her wrist and connected to the Fusang behind her.
"I'm afraid he can't be considered alive anymore."
The woman's voice was hoarse and calm, mixed with the indistinct sound of chains being dragged, reaching Xue Tong's ears.
Why do I hear the sound of chains?
The girl patted her head:
"Is it just my imagination? I seem to be..."
Xue Tong looked at the constantly spinning carousel in Xue Lan's hand:
"I heard the sound of that lamp."
"It's not your imagination."
The lazy voice of the inner demon came from above. Black Wolf glanced down at Xue Tong, then his gaze fell on Xue Lan's hand:
"That is a soul-summoning lamp; the voices inside can only be heard by the soul."
"The Soul-Reaping Lamp..."
Xue Tong looked in Xue Lan's direction with some worry, and couldn't help but tug at a tuft of fur on the inner demon's tail:
"What does Xue Lan want to do?"
"do not know."
The inner demon's voice carried a hint of helplessness:
"We can't possibly want to take over Fusang in front of the new Golden Crow..."
"Alright, stop talking!"
Xue Tong abruptly interrupted her halfway through her sentence, covering her eyes and feeling a headache coming on.
More than ten years have passed, and based on her understanding of her host, Xue Lan is indeed capable of doing such a thing.
Now I can only pray that Lord Wolf will take pity on me, since I haven't fully recovered from my recent battle against the Demon God...
Be kinder to her body, which is as fragile as a sieve.
Perhaps it was Xiaotong's sincere prayers that had an effect, because Xue Lan did not fight with Shang Ling; on the contrary, the atmosphere was harmonious. This made Xue Tong and her inner demon somewhat uncomfortable.
"It's really weird."
Xue Tong, still puzzled by the question of guiding the soul, spoke up:
"The person who always has a sharp retort to Shang Xun is surprisingly good-natured when it comes to this Fusang."
The inner demon looked down at Xue Tong, whose head was covered in question marks:
“He did something he shouldn’t have done.”
Xue Lan has always been quite gentle with his own people; he's not exactly passionate, but he's certainly very courteous.
Shang Xun, as an ancient demon lord, was verbally abused by Xue Lan, which was entirely his own doing.
"Is it because of his chess game?" Xue Tong guessed.
The inner demon wanted to raise its hand and pat Xue Tong's head, but when it moved its toes, it remembered that it was now a small mountain.
They must be young to have forgotten so quickly.
Although the Wolf King didn't say it, the inner demon knew the root cause of her dislike for Shang Xun.
It was he who almost shattered Xue Tong's newly accumulated soul back in Wuci Town.
Lord Wolf King gets angry whenever he thinks about it, and he always finds an opportunity to provoke Shang Xun, only to have the person in question mythologize her here.
Thinking of this, the inner demon couldn't help but smile.
The big black wolf nudged Xue Tong with its head, causing the girl to stumble forward.
"You think too highly of our Lord Wolf King."
Am I not noble enough?
Xue Lan's soft voice reached her ears. The woman in black, holding the Soul-Binding Lamp, tilted her head slightly to look at her.
The inner demons broke through my defenses.
"Can you concentrate for a second? You're facing one of the few remaining demon lords in the world."
Xue Lan did not respond to her.
Dressed in plain white, Shang Ling peeked out from behind Xue Lan, her pale face revealed:
"It's already dead, not the only one left."
The inner demon's icy blue eyes stared fixedly at Shang Ling, and after a long while, it slowly spoke:
“You are nothing like that fortune teller.”
Shang Ling knew who the demigod the inner demon was referring to was. A smile returned to the woman's face, gentle and nostalgic:
"He's always been... the same way."
"Shangxun..."
As the woman uttered the name, the young man who was resting by a babbling brook in the Heavenly Mystery Pavilion in the upper realm was suddenly awakened.
"What's wrong, senior?"
The woman with the immortal sword floating behind her glanced sideways at Shang Xun:
"But what happened?"
"nothing……"
Shang Xun slowly shook his head, but his slightly trembling hands betrayed him.
The young man lowered his eyes and pondered for a moment before asking:
"Fellow Daoist Wei, is there anyone you miss?"
Wei He hadn't expected Shang Xun to ask that question, and the woman gently raised her eyes to look at him:
"I was orphaned at a young age and was born with a sword by my side. Before the age of fifteen, I wandered the mountains, rivers, lakes, and seas of the Yuanming lower realm, slaying demons. If I were to say I can't let go..."
Her stern expression softened slightly:
"I have two apprentices."
Shang Xun already knew about Wei He's two apprentices.
The young man smiled and nodded:
"It is something we should be concerned about."
After all, one of them is elevating your seniority.
"I also have people I miss..." Shang Xun raised his hand and stroked the hem of his clothes.
His friend, his elder sister.
"It's a pity they can't all come back..."