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However, since he hasn't made a move yet, then... let's just take it one step at a time.
Together, they were not without power to resist the Demon Emperor.
He slowly turned around, his mask concealing all his emotions, his expression remaining calm and composed, as if the strangeness just now was merely a coincidence.
But only he knew that a wisp of refined magical power had quietly gathered in his palm, hidden within the wide sleeves of his robe.
The magical power flows silently through the meridians, ready to transform into sharp sword moves at any time to deal with any unexpected situation.
The others in the group didn't notice anything amiss and continued to whisper about the sight of humans and demons living together, as the footsteps and conversations gradually faded into the distance.
In the unseen depths of darkness, in the shadows at the end of the alley, the Northern Mountain Demon Emperor sat casually on several stacked old wooden crates.
The wooden crate, its surface mottled and covered in a thick layer of dust, steadily supported his figure.
He wore a long black robe, the hem of which hung down to the bottom of the trunk, disappearing into the shadows.
The Demon Emperor's lips curled slightly upwards, forming a meaningful arc. His deep eyes shone brightly in the darkness, like a lurking beast scrutinizing its prey.
A dense demonic power silently emanated from his body, yet he skillfully controlled it within a very small area, like ink that could not be dissolved, quietly surging in the shadows without leaking out at all.
"interesting……"
The deep voice, tinged with amusement, vanished without a trace as soon as it emerged from the shadows.
He watched Mu Qinghan's departing figure with great interest, a hint of inquiry flashing in his eyes, clearly having taken in Mu Qinghan's vigilance just now.
"This generation of humans has produced a monster."
"What should we do with them..."
Chapter 40 Hatred
"found it!"
Li Quzhuo's eyes shone brightly, his tone filled with excitement.
"I can clearly sense a trace of his demonic aura!"
He raised his hand and pointed forward, "Look, there are traces of his aura in the cracks of the rubble and on the withered tree trunks, as well as a few specks of blackened demon blood."
Following the direction he pointed, everyone looked and indeed saw a faint demonic aura lingering among the messy rubble.
Several messy scratch marks remain on the rough bark of the dead tree.
The monster had clearly tried to conceal its tracks and erase its traces, but its methods were hardly sophisticated.
The demonic power was hastily contained, and even the demonic blood wasn't completely cleaned up.
"They probably took it for granted that they were located deep in the North Mountain area and thought no one would dare to easily break into this place, so they completely let their guard down."
Ji Wuji nodded and slowly spoke.
The group followed the trail and soon stopped.
Slowly raising my head, I saw a narrow, deep path stretching out in front of me.
The dead trees on both sides stood crookedly, their bare branches stretching like withered fingers toward the gray sky.
The bark is cracked like an old woman's wrinkles, revealing a lifeless grayish-brown color.
When the wind blows, the branches creak and groan as they collide, creating a rather eerie sound.
"How to say?"
Mu Shenqi turned his head to look at Wang Quanbaye at the front of the group.
Wang Quanbaye stood at the forefront, and his aura suddenly turned cold.
He raised his hand and pressed it against his mask, his knuckles tightening slightly. A sharp killing intent flashed in his eyes beneath the mask. "Find him, kill him, and then leave."
At the end of the path, a brand new stone house stands out abruptly.
The gaps between the bluish-gray stones are still very obvious, and the edges are even covered with wet mud, indicating that they were hastily piled up.
In the open space in front of the stone house, a burly monster was hunched over, intently sharpening the machete in his hand.
The blade was covered in rust, but the edge gradually revealed a cold, sharp light as it was repeatedly rubbed. Rough hands gripped the handle and dragged it back and forth on the whetstone.
The piercing "sizzle-sizzle" sound rose and fell, like fingernails scraping against a stone wall, which was particularly eerie in the silent valley.
On the stone wall beside the monster, a woman was tightly bound by a thick hemp rope.
Her eyes were closed, and she was clearly unconscious. Her light blue dress was torn in several places, and her bare arms and ankles were covered with bruises.
Beneath her disheveled hair was a delicate but bloodless face, her brows furrowed tightly.
The skin on the left side of his face was completely gone, exposing the rolled-up, blood-red muscle, with a few thin nerves throbbing faintly within the flesh.
The cloudy eyeballs hung from the edge of the broken eye sockets, and saliva dripped from the corner of the mutilated mouth, making the appearance so ferocious that it was chilling.
"Sharpen, sharpen, the knife gets sharper, cutting meat and vegetables is a breeze..."
The monster stared at the knife in its hand, humming a tuneless nursery rhyme over and over again, its voice hoarse and strange.
That was a song his mother often sang while cooking, and he liked to sit quietly and watch it back then.
His intact right cheek parted in a wide grin, revealing sharp fangs, as he laughed maniacally.
On his damaged left cheek, murky tears kept sliding down his eye socket, dripping onto the ground along the turned-out muscles, mixing with the blood.
On one side was extreme ecstasy, and on the other was profound pain; the two faces on the same head displayed completely opposite expressions.
"Sharpen, sharpen, the knife becomes sharper, slice by slice, a delicious dish is made..."
The song continued, and he sharpened his knife with increasing force.
"pat..."
A crisp sound of footsteps suddenly rang out.
The monster paused, its hand gripping the cleaver faltering slightly, its turbid eyes instinctively glancing upwards.
A pair of spotless white shoes suddenly appeared before his eyes.
The monster was slightly stunned at first, its mind went blank for a moment, and then its instinctive ferocity erupted. It suddenly raised its head, gripped the rusty machete, and slashed forward fiercely!
The blade aimed straight at the attacker's face, its force enough to split a boulder in two.
Mu Qinghan did not move, but slowly raised his right hand, his fair palm directly meeting the incoming blade.
With a muffled clang, he firmly gripped the sharp blade with his five fingers, and the powerful cleaver was forcibly stopped, unable to move forward even an inch.
A faint magical glow emanated from the point where the blade touched the palm.
The monster's eyes widened in shock as it stared intently at the man wearing a fox mask before it.
Mu Qinghan's eyes were icy, and the patterns on his mask looked particularly eerie in the dim light.
At this moment, in the eyes of the monster, the smiling face outlined on the mask looked exactly like the cold smile on the lips of the Grim Reaper.
His gaze unconsciously swept to Mu Qinghan's left hand, where he saw a sharp sword tightly gripped, its tassel swaying slightly in the wind.
Fear gripped the monster's heart instantly. He dared not linger in the fight. Without the slightest hesitation, he abruptly released his grip on the knife, turned around, and darted towards the back of the stone house, wanting nothing more than to escape the gaze of this malevolent god.
But as soon as he turned around, his steps suddenly froze.
On the roof of the stone house, Yang Yitan stood with one foot on a tile, his long sword pointing straight at the ground.
Between the branches of the withered trees on both sides, Mu Shenqi stood with his arms crossed, looking down at him.
Beside the door of the stone house, Zhang Zheng and the others stood quietly, their eyes behind various masks cold and piercing, like an invisible net that completely blocked all escape routes.
"Run? Where can you run to..."
Mu Qinghan's voice came from behind.
The monster trembled violently, its voice hoarse: "You...you, how did you find this place? How dare you...in the heart of the Northern Mountains..."
"No matter where you hide, we will find you." Zhang Zheng took a step forward, the black sword in his hand trembling slightly, his whole body exuding a chilling killing intent.
“Even if you escape to hell first, we will personally pull you back from the clutches of Yama, and then torture you to death bit by bit—just like you did to those innocent mortals.”
As soon as he finished speaking, the black sword in his hand suddenly emitted a blinding cold light, and the surrounding air seemed to freeze due to the intense killing intent.
"Innocent...innocent...innocent!"
The monster suddenly raised its voice, its damaged cheeks twitching violently with excitement, and the nerves in its exposed muscles throbbed even more noticeably.
Turbid tears...mixed with blood, rolled down from his eyes.
He threw his head back and burst into wild laughter, as if he had heard the funniest joke in the world.
"Hahaha, hahahaha! Innocent? You humans, cloaked in hypocrisy, are the least worthy of using the word 'innocent'!"
The laughter was hoarse and piercing, filled with endless resentment and madness, shaking the withered leaves and branches of the surrounding trees to fall in a rustling sound.
Wang Quanba's eyes narrowed, and his aura instantly became sharp. He gripped his longsword tightly and took a step forward, ready to charge forward with the sword.
Clearly, he was furious at the monster's distorted and distorted words.
But just as he was about to move, Mu Qinghan reached out and blocked his path, gently pressing his palm against the spine of his sword.
"Little Qinghan?"
Wang Quanba turned his head to look at Mu Qinghan, his brows furrowed beneath the mask, his tone tinged with confusion.
Mu Qinghan shook his head slightly, his gaze still fixed on the monster. "Let him finish speaking."
Wang Quanba tightened his grip on the sword hilt, his knuckles turning white, but he ultimately suppressed the killing intent in his heart and slowly lowered the raised sword.
But the eyes hidden behind the mask remained icy and piercing, staring intently at the monster as if looking at a dying man.
The monster stopped laughing wildly, his mutilated face now contorted with twisted hatred. He stretched out his rough fingers, trembling as he pointed at the crowd before him, his voice filled with blood and tears.
"You think I was born to enjoy killing? Do you know why I kill those humans? Do you know why I hate you so much?"
He suddenly roared, each word seeming to be squeezed out of his throat: "It's you! It was you humans who destroyed everything I had first!!"
Everyone frowned slightly, because the hatred in the monster's eyes was very heavy, very heavy...
Chapter 41 Past
"I was originally... originally just an ordinary little demon in a small mountain."