“Qingran, what do demons look like after they transform?”
[Most demons choose to transform into human shapes, either handsome men or beautiful women. After all, they mostly feed on essence and need a good appearance to bewitch humans… Has the Master encountered some strange demons?]
Chen Huaian was silent for a moment, then opened the camera and took a picture of Xiao Qing, who had beautiful legs clad in black stockings, but whose upper body was that of a fat-headed fish with a pot of grass on its head.
In the small room, Li Qingran saw Xiao Qing in the spiritual energy mirror and remained silent for a long time before bowing and saying, “Hehe… Master, I am dull-witted and have never seen such a strange demon. However, the clothing on its legs is quite nice. Did you make it, Master?”
[Mmm, I had nothing better to do.]
Li Qingran blinked.
She understood her master well!
The subspace was full of grotesque demons covered in blood and flesh, or deformed creatures like this fish. Indeed, there was no beauty to be found, so the master needed beautiful things to cultivate his sentiments, hence he made such clothing for this fish with beautiful legs.
“Master, I would also like to try.”
In front of the phone, Chen Huaian paused.
Because there was a system prompt on the interface:
[Your electronic girlfriend is asking for a gift: a pair of stockings. Would you like to give them?]
“Can I give Li Qingran gifts?”
Chen Huaian’s mouth dropped open as he quickly realized.
This is a good thing!
Li Qingran always wore those Taoist robes, which were indeed very beautiful, but somehow lacked something. Now that he could give Li Qingran gifts, wouldn’t he be able to pass things like maid dresses, suspenders, stockings, JK uniforms, and one-piece swimsuits?
What?
Immoral!?
That’s too narrow-minded. They’re all for him to see anyway; this is called fun.
But since he didn’t have any at hand, he couldn’t take them off Xiao Qing’s legs and give them to Li Qingran. Moreover, the most important task now wasn’t giving stockings but saving people.
So Chen Huaian politely declined for the time being:
[This master is about to fight a great demon. I’ll make you a few when I rest.]
“Hehe, thank you, Master~ You’re the best, Master~” Li Qingran lowered her gaze,
her embroidered shoes grinding against the green jade bricks, her fingers twisting the flowing clouds of her wide sleeves into ripples.
Although it wasn’t the first time the master had given her something,
this time she had asked for it herself.
When she spoke, her heart was all over the place. What if the master refused?
And the master didn’t hesitate at all to agree, does that mean she holds a lot of weight in the master’s heart?
However, that garment looked rather embarrassing.
Should she really wear it for the master to see?
Thinking about it,
she threw herself onto the bed again, burying her pretty face in the quilt and rolling from side to side.
…
On this side, Chen Huaian had gradually come to accept the bizarre transformation of Xiao Qing.
Even so, every time he caught a glimpse out of the corner of his eye of the fat-headed fish wearing black stockings in the passenger seat, he still felt an overwhelming urge to comment.
Speaking of which, won’t Xiao Qing stay like this forever?
Then perhaps he should cover her fish head when they go out.
Five minutes ago, he was driving back, but the panic caused by the appearance of the monster led to frequent traffic accidents, and the highway was blocked solid with car wreckage. He had no choice but to get out and walk, using his spiritual energy to run back might even be faster than driving. But just as he got out of the car, he saw Xiao Qing running towards him.
The most crucial point was that Xiao Qing had the Nine-Turn Spirit Orchid, and the Nine-Turn Spirit Orchid brought the Nine-Heaven God Thunder Charm.
It was as if it knew he needed this charm.
Unfortunately, Xiao Qing couldn’t communicate, and whatever he asked resulted only in ‘bubbles’.
Otherwise, he would definitely study the principle behind it thoroughly.
At this moment, less than twenty minutes had passed since the monster appeared. Wuzzy Beard had immortality, and there were comrades from the Demon-Slaying Division supporting him. Hopefully, they could hold on a little longer.
Chen Huaian was anxious inside, but could only silently pray.
…
On the Brocade River, blood spread like ink, and the corpse qi surged like a tide.
When the broken sword hit the ground, Luo Haisheng heard the sound of his body shattering, just like that winter night seven years ago when the skin-painting demon’s sharp claws pierced his chest.
The Corpse King held a bronze sword and slowly approached.
The tip of the sword dragged along the ground, scraping out glaring sparks.
The sword was broken, the bullets were empty, and the holy water was gone.
There was only a pack of cigarettes left at his waist.
He really wanted to smoke one to perk up his drowsy brain, but unfortunately, he didn’t even have the strength to move a finger.
In front of him, the bodies of demon-slaying masters lay scattered everywhere.
Behind him, there were hardly any people left standing.
They had never encountered such a powerful enemy.
Neon always boasted about how hard their demon swords were to contain, and the European zone kept shouting about how terrible their demons and vampires were… Those things were nothing compared to the monster in front of them.
The Corpse King stood in front of Wuzzy Beard.
“Ants.” The voice sounded like a sigh, like a rusted knife scraping against a coffin board.
“We are humans, not ants!” Wuzzy Beard gritted his teeth and struggled to stand up: “We may die today, but…”
He leaned on a bent sword and moved forward painfully — his legs had been severed long ago, but there simply weren’t enough nutrients for them to grow back.
“But in the next million ‘todays’…” He glared at the Corpse King, almost all of his cancer cells were dead, reaching the end of his life, yet he roared forcefully and stood tall in front of the Corpse King: “…there will surely be a dawn where you regret not kneeling and learning to respect our race!”
“Hmph, this emperor awaits.” The Corpse King raised the bronze sword, hanging it above Luo Haisheng’s head.
The Seven-Star Formation lit up again, this time only six stars.
“No!” Luo Haisheng turned his head, words still unspoken.
That demon-slaying master had already thrown the cinnabar charm before the star positions went out, but the charm froze into ice flakes halfway through. The Corpse King disappeared from sight, and by the time Luo Haisheng counted the third piece of ice falling, that demon-slaying master’s neck had already been twisted like a rope.
Another death.
Luo Haisheng buried his head in pain among the ice chips.
Why? Why did such a powerful abnormal creature appear now?
Now, who can stop it?
“Lao Luo.” A weak voice came from behind, it was Zhao Ying speaking: “Release the Demon Dragon inside Chen Huaian…”
“No.” Wuzzy Beard frowned, his broken, bone-exposing fingers gripping three bloody grooves into the icy surface: “What about Chen Huaian if we release it? Will releasing it kill this monster?”
“At least it’s a chance, otherwise we will all die… We… cannot wait for support from headquarters.”
“I, Emperor Jiang, the Corpse King.” The Corpse King emitted a low laugh: “My awakening at this moment means I am invincible. Unless the old monsters from Kunlun Celestial Palace and Great Thunder Sound Temple intervene, anyone else who comes will just be nourishment for my path to enlightenment!”
Under an inexplicable pressure.
Everyone was unable to move, unable to speak.
Like ducks waiting to be slaughtered.
Emperor Jiang stepped over Luo Haisheng’s head, crushing the skull into powder.
He was counting.
Counting the heartbeats of the living.
Counting the eyeballs of the dead.
Counting the leftover brain matter in the crevices of his bronze nails.
When he reached one hundred and nine, he smelled the scent of thunder.
Emperor Jiang’s eyebrows beneath his crown lifted slightly as he looked towards the mouth of the Brocade River.
At the river mouth, a young man walked alone.
He stepped on the boundary between heaven and the river.
Steam rose half a foot below his feet.
His black windbreaker was darker than the night, and the electric arcs on his hair tips were brighter than snow.
In his right hand, he held half a broken charm.
At the edge of the charm paper, purple lightning flames burned.
Burning a hole
in the night.
…
…
Li Qingran
