long night walk

Chapter 156 Corpse Demon

Wen Hanwei's heart trembled, knowing that it was not appropriate to stay longer at this moment, so she caught up with Bai Li'an, took his hand, and said lightly: "I will tell you the story about the devil's prison slowly, and leave here first."

Bai Lian nodded, bowed towards Si Kongdi, and said, "Then Sichen and my sister will take their leave first."

He pronounced his sister very seriously.

Because Cai Sikong's "your woman" just now is really a deep and absurd misunderstanding.

He hated the frivolous expression on this man's face when he said these four words.

Although I was unhappy in my heart, I still patiently finished my polite farewell.

The figures of the two disappeared into the darkness.

Sikong stood there for a long time as if his soul had been emptied, until the breath of Bai Lian and Wen Hanwei disappeared completely, and he turned around with great reaction.

"Si Chen?!! You said your name is Si Chen? Your surname is Si? Hahahahahaha!!! Good!!! Your surname is Si?! In this world, besides Xiaoli, is there anyone else who dares to be named Si?"

What interrupted Sikong's almost mad state was a voice as cold and silent as stagnant water.

"Conclude three contracts with three different people at once, Sikong, you are really getting more and more greedy."

A black city-state, an ancient and remote land.

On the barren and incomplete ancient road city wall, with the sound of small footsteps crushing the dust, rocks, vegetation, the black mist seemed to be a little thicker.

Different from the darkness of this glen world, the deeper, more evil, and purer dark mist lingers in a gentle black mist, wrapping the body of the coming person, and finally turning it into a dark cloak and robe.

The black robe wears the silver and white spider totem, representing killing and hell.

He walked slowly in front of Sikong, holding a solitary lamp in his hand, emitting a faint icy light, covering the dark lines on the heavy stone walls of the ancient road on both sides.

The outline of half of the cheeks under the cloak was clearly reflected by the candlelight, and the lips were thin and sharp, looking dangerously lethal.

The hood covered most of his cheeks, so he couldn't see the specific features and those eyes clearly, but at this moment his sight was undoubtedly settled on Sikong.

His voice was hoarse: "It can be seen that you had a great time today."

Sikong looked at the man in front of him, narrowed his eyes imperceptibly, and then showed a charming smile: "Of course I had fun, the people who signed the contract with me today are really more interesting than each other." .”

He stretched out his palm casually, lifted a strand of black hair under the cloak, and twirled it between his fingers: "Aren't you also one of them? Fortunately, there is no adult."

A murderous wind suddenly blew up between the heavens and the earth, directly 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 Realm. Fortunately, there is no such name, so I can only use it."

Sikong smiled and said: "The ring representing the identity of the devil prison was taken away by the Ninth Scripture. I helped you keep the secret for many years, but it will be exposed. Why don't you catch up and kill that woman?"

Xing Wu snorted coldly: "Although the ring is in Wen Hanwei's hands, the one who is really attached to that corpse..." After saying this, Xing Wu paused for a while before slowly saying: "It's that little devil's head .”

"So, the Ninth Sutra will definitely hand over the ring to him."

Fortunately, he slowly raised his black pupils that looked like they were colored by hell: "If you really care about that ring revealing my identity, those two people should be the ones you want to kill."

Si Kong was startled, and immediately there was a cold murderous intent in his brows: "Do you dare to touch that boy?"

Xing Wu smiled contemptuously: "Don't draw people into chess games that you can't afford to play. I hope you can put away your despicable and cunning tricks in front of me."

Sikong stared at him fixedly, as if he was very worried.

Fortunately, he didn't notice his gaze, and covered the upper half of his cheek with the hood again, and the corner of his mouth curled up in a cruel arc.

"Don't be so vigilant. I won't shoot those two people. After all, this kind of people tortured and killed them with a disgusting appearance of being unyielding and unyielding. It's really boring."

"I don't understand." Sikong looked with a bit of probing puzzlement and a bit of a casual smile.

"More than 200 years ago, you killed the real Demon Prison Xingwu, Li Daitao froze, and made the first agreement with me, let me take care of this corpse for you, and prevent outsiders from knowing this secret.

Such behavior is not like your style. Once the identity of the bones is exposed, you will face endless pursuit and killing by countless forces in the devil world.

With your temperament, you didn't destroy it yourself, but preserved the bones so intact, it is already a miracle.

Now that the ring is taken away by others, you don't seem to panic at all, so confident, what exactly are you relying on? "

Luckily, he took out a silver needle and flicked the candle wick in the oil-paper lantern.

The faint flame was a little brighter, and two slender flames were reflected in his dark pupils.

"Confidence? Because he is favored, he can be confident. That little devil's memory has been incomplete like this. Before he left, he still didn't forget to take away the dirty ashes.

He is so... attaching great importance to it, so he will definitely not easily reveal the existence of that ring, even if it is revealed, that day will be the moment when the little devil regains his memory.At that time... the role of the silver ring will be dispensable. "

Under Sikong's curious eyes, Xing Wu's smile was like a blood-weeping sharp magic blade, ruthless: "After all, I killed the devil prison with my own hands in front of that kid."

Sikong's eyes sparkled slightly, and he said in disbelief: "What you mean is that this young man lives as a corpse demon, but he can't remember half of his memories when he was alive."

Xing Wu said indifferently: "Can't you see that he is the direct descendant of the general?"

The smile on Sikong's face disappeared little by little, and his expression was rarely serious: "If I hadn't realized that he is my only cute brother, do you think I would really let him go today?"

Fortunately, there was no silence, and there was 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, raising one long leg.

The palm of his right hand spread out, out of thin air, a golden cup fell steadily into his palm, and the bright red wine was rippling in the cup, reflecting a candlelight.

He raised his glass elegantly, took a sip, and said: "Humans have always had a big misunderstanding about us corpses, thinking that we abandon our human body and become corpses, and we will be abandoned and lost together with the memories of the human period, but Not so.

Waking up as a zombie, we will more or less lose part of our memories, but this part of memory is just an unimportant part of our lives, just like human aging will also selectively lose part of our memories, but absolutely not All the past will be lost.

Human beings think that we have no memories of our lifetime, but how do we know that there are indelible and important memories stored deep in our hearts.

It's just that, as corpse demons, what we have lost are human emotions and desires, as well as those too many useless emotions, after all..."

(End of this chapter)