long night walk

Chapter 1625 The Bloody Demon

The wind and snow stopped at this moment.

As if time has frozen, the wind and snow dancing between heaven and earth form a naturally solidified picture trajectory.

The only thing that flows slowly in this world is the mysterious fog emanating faintly from the unknown land.

The fog was thick and the beacon tower looked quite eerie under the cold moonlight. The fog and the moonlight were interdependent, yet exuded a sense of seclusion and tranquility. It was as if something extremely terrifying was summoned out of the fog, gnawing at the traces of this world.

The white fog that does not belong to this world is like a poisonous spider weaving a hunting web of death.

In the dark mountain mist, faint flames would occasionally jump up and down strangely, and then a stale and distant smell would spread.

At this moment, everyone felt as if they were thrown into the ancient battlefield of the devil. The indescribable terror was almost impossible to suppress and was about to burst out from their chests.

His pupils trembled and shook as he stared at the gradually approaching fog, creating a cold and terrifying atmosphere.

"Ding-ling-ling..." The sound of silver bells ringing echoed in the strange fog.

"It's snowing. Is it time for that disgusting season again?"

A childish and numb voice penetrated the fog of the night, exuding an indescribable sense of weirdness and spookiness. The tone sounded like a whisper, and there was a hint of emptiness.

In the mist, a little girl with bare feet slowly walked out, her figure blurred in the dim shadows and smoke. She was not tall and looked very petite, wearing a loose, ill-fitting pure black robe. The robe looked tattered and the color was as dark as a lake in the middle of the night, with dark red liquid still dripping from the cuffs and hem.

The young girl looked very calm, but her blood-stained robe silently indicated that she was summoned here from a brutal killing.

Her somewhat hollow and misty eyes were big and beautiful, but lifeless, as if she had lost her soul. The dark circles under her eyes were shrouded in a blue-grey shadow, as if she had not slept for a long time, or as if she was poisoned. The hood on the back of her robe was too large and draped behind her like a cloak.

Without covering her face, one could see her messy, unkempt hair, and her whole body exuded a strange sense of dejection from head to toe.

The only bright color on her body was the silver ring around her white ankles. Between the rings hung a tiny bell of the same color, which made a cool tinkling sound in the wind.

Her messy hair was covered with freshly blown snow, and there was still congealed blood between the strands, making her look like a decayed and decadent beauty, or like a little devil covered in blood.

The wind and snow were bleak and misty. [Shu Ci] raised his empty and numb face and looked up at the snow with a sad expression, as if wondering why he suddenly appeared here.

She raised her head and the tip of her blood-stained nose twitched slightly.

I smelled a hint of reincarnation.

She instantly understood why she suddenly appeared here.

Then her expression became more and more bored.

She hates snow and everything about cold.

[Shu Ci] He wrapped himself in the damp and cold robe.

When killing someone, the feeling of the hot blood splashing and soaking through the body is certainly warm.

But it is not something that lasts forever.

Blood will also freeze and solidify, and finally become sticky! Disgusting!

She was in a very bad mood and now just wanted to kill someone.

However, in her world, there are no longer any conditions that can satisfy her desire to kill.

Enough people have died.

There were not enough people left for her to kill.

In the next moment, Shu Ci's eyes, like catching prey, saw those groups of immortal cultivators with disgusting and stupid faces who were traveling together.

She looked startled for a moment, then slowly narrowed her eyes.

"Kunlun Mountain? This is really... an unexpected development."

For some reason, the boredom on Shu Ci's face was somewhat restrained, and she yawned like a lazy and sleepy beast.

"So, it was you who summoned us here with the help of the Kunlun Mirror?"

Her eyes were not fixed on anyone specifically.

But Qingao knew that these words were directed at him.

He smiled slightly and said, "Kunlun Mirror? I think this mirror should be called the Samsara Mirror. Of course, now is not the time to dwell on this. Yes, Master Shuci, I am the one who summoned you here."

[Shu Ci] looked indifferent, and finally turned his gaze to look at Qing Ao, and said expressionlessly: "Do I need to call you 'Master'?"

Her tone was flat and without any emotion, but somehow one could hear the cold sarcasm in her words.

The summoning conditions of the Samsara Mirror are purely random.

Even Qingao himself could not guarantee that he could summon the Shu Ci of that era.

However, with his cheating method of using the evil god to violate the rules of truth in the world, he was able to take advantage of the situation, roughly locate the conditions, and summon Shu Ci during his strongest period in history.

In Qingao's definition, Shu Ci's strongest period was naturally before he was sealed in Taiqi Mountain.

At that time, he was familiar with the name of the big devil Shu Ci.

She will not be loyal to anyone, not even the Demon Lords of all generations.

Betrayal is her norm, murder is her instinct, and cruelty is her nature.

If she had to choose between 'you' and 'me' in this world, she would choose 'me' without hesitation for the sake of benefit.

No matter how proud Qing Ao was, he couldn't be so arrogant as to call himself the master. He smiled again and said, "I dare not." "I think you are very daring."

[Shu Ci] The first moment I came to this world, I sensed another real self.

The moment he smelled the aura of Kunlun Mirror again, he saw the vast number of immortal monks, an inordinate number of figures gathered together.

She naturally knew that this was not the world she was familiar with.

However, Qingao's action forced her to make a choice.

It doesn't matter whether he forces you or not.

In the end, she will kill everyone and return to her own world.

She spread out her bloody palms, and the wind and snow between heaven and earth began to flow again. The cold snowflakes disappeared without a trace before they even touched her palms.

[Shu Ci] murmured, "Kunlun Mountain? It is not a strange place, but since my lord conquered Kunlun, the snow has stopped in Kunlun Mountain for many years."

"So you came into the mountains this time to kill that old woman?"

[Shu Ci] He raised his empty eyes and met a pair of dark blue eyes that contrasted with his blue eyes, which seemed to be much duller in spirit.

It's a completely different scene.

Shu Ci looked at himself in an unknown period of time, looking so depressed and gloomy. He felt disgusted and unhappy in his heart.

  So that's how the little thing looked when it first saw me? !

Whether it is human or fox, it is human nature that the person everyone hates the most is their own past.

Precisely because he understood himself, Shu Ci felt more and more disgusted with the person in front of him.

She hated herself for looking so lifeless and as if she had just crawled out of hell.

But, I hate it.

However, when she was in the Nanao state, her appearance, clothing, and demeanor were no different from the other person.

Apart from the fact that there is a new scene in my mind and the dark circles under my eyes have faded a little because I have been able to sleep better next to the little one in recent days, there is actually not much difference in my overall temperament.

If there was only one difference in appearance, it was the silver anklet on her foot. It was as smooth as new and had no decorative patterns carved on it except for the bell.

However, in her memory, her anklet had a name. It was left to her by her mother, whose face was so vague in her memory that it was so long ago. The name was engraved on the silver ring, which was "Xinglan".

  But why, the other party didn’t have it?

Shu Ci looked at her past self carefully. There was no doubt that the other self in front of her at this moment, like a mirror, was stronger and more terrifying than her.

There is no other reason.

Although their appearances look the same, they all seem to be in the form of the Seven-Tailed Demon River.

But in reality, there is a world of difference between the two. There is a huge distance between them.

The [Shu Ci] on the opposite side is not Nanao.

But... the nine-tailed fox is fully opened!

She was experiencing a fierce bloody battle, without leaving herself any room for retreat.

The fearless Nine-Tailed Fox in full force did not match her numb and calm appearance at the moment in the slightest.

Instead, there is a feeling of waiting for the flowers to bloom and then wither.

Shu Ci frowned slightly, feeling a little upset. She looked at the other person steadily and said calmly, "What a coincidence, you also want to kill Kunlun."

She used 'also'.

But [Shu Ci] understood what she meant and fell into silence for a long time.

When she spoke again, her numb and hollow voice was filled with a bit of dreamy doubt: "You are actually guarding Kunlun Mountain?"

"No, no, no, Lord Shu Ci, please don't make a mistake. Our sister Shu Ci has no kindness towards Kunlun Mountain at all. She is just simply protecting a stupid cat."

He summoned a terrifying monster that even Shu Ci couldn't handle, and his situation was now hopeless.

But there was no despair on Ning Feiyan's face. She came out from behind Shu Ci with a smile on her face, supported her thin shoulders with both hands, and threw a coquettish glance at the other Shu Ci who had a sad look on his face.

Even though she knew that the other party was here to kill people, Ning Feiyan did not show any hostility and her face was full of teasing because of her good character of loving the other party as well as loving the whole family.

"Are you an idiot?" Shu Ci turned his eyes and looked at Ning Feiyan with disgust: "If you said this to us three years ago, do you think you could have left a whole body? Now that you have the boundary gate, you dare to provoke anything?"

The tone was a lesson in indifference.

  But if you say you have no intention of defending yourself, how can you comment on what you are?

She waved away Ning Feiyan's hand on her shoulder, her voice gradually turned cold as she said, "Go back to your inner world. She has unleashed the Nine-Tailed Fox, and even I cannot protect you from this unscathed."

Under the Nine-Tailed Fox, he has the strongest murderous instinct.

Only Shu Ci herself knew best what they were about to face.

Qingao really...made a great move.

As Shu Ci finished his words, a few drops of blood fell from the sky, landing on the snowflakes, dyeing them crimson.

The fog dissipated, and the figure of the little girl who had just come into this world disappeared.

The next moment, the suspended gate collapsed and the sound of a shrill crow was heard.

Ning Feiyan's expression changed slightly, her eyes suddenly became deep, and the gate that was about to collapse began to fade away.