ninety thousand miles

Chapter 476 The Long Night
Li Chuan didn't want to listen at all.

He suddenly remembered that when he first saw the demon by the Dark River, she regarded him as a White Walker. What was it about him that made her make such a misjudgment?
A pale yellow floc? A shade of grey?
Li Chuan was sure that he did not have these two things. He was also worried about what he was, so he had already examined himself carefully.

What would that be?

The sound was still unclear and incomplete, but it kept repeating in his ears, making it difficult for him to continue thinking. The sound was like the ripples of his pot sound, trying to bring his body and soul into its rhythm, and then control him and make him merge with it.

The damp mist enveloped him once again.

He gradually lost his five senses again.

A thought flashed through his mind, but he didn't catch it. He didn't think too much about it, he just knew that he couldn't be controlled by her.

He continued to trace the mark in his mind, resisting the rhythm of the sound. Gradually, the light appeared in front of him again.

He took a deep breath and focused.

The fog once again decomposed layer by layer in his field of vision, until it decomposed into a dot and horizontal structure. When he was about to draw his sword... the ethereal voice rang out again.

"There's no point in you resisting it," said the demon.

"Who do you think I am?" Li Chuan asked.

"You should ask yourself." The demon replied.

"The high priest of the gods?" Li Chuan asked tentatively.

"You are not Chi Lin." said the demon spirit.

It turns out that the name of the high priest of the gods is Chi Lin.

Li Chuan planned to dig something out of the evil spirit's mouth.

"You need my help." He said firmly, "You are very powerful, but you can't do anything to me, and of course I can't do anything to you."

This time the demon didn't respond.

Li Chuan felt more at ease. He said, "The plan of the High Priest of the Gods has failed. Before the opportunity came, his plan had already been torn apart and could no longer be unified. Why don't you take this opportunity to get off that broken boat?"

"You've been out for a while, and you've seen it all." Li Chuan persuaded, "I also know something about the great catastrophe of gods and demons 30,000 years ago. At that time, the demons controlled monsters, and the gods enslaved humans, so there was no direct conflict between humans and demons."

"Now that the God Clan's plan has failed, why don't you tell us everything you know in exchange for a place to stay?" Li Chuan also felt that his idea made sense, and he said, "Well, I'll be your guarantor. As long as you are willing to ask, I will persuade the Four Heavenly Mysterious Sects to forgive the past, and then I will allocate a piece of blessed land for you to cultivate. Maybe one day, you can also ascend to become an immortal and be free from now on."

"Heh." The demon spirit sneered.

When Li Chuan wanted to persuade him again, the demon spirit spoke again and said, "I know you are good at repairing things."

"It's okay." Li Chuan was modest.

The demon said, "I have an object, can you repair it?"

"What kind?" Li Chuan asked.

Mist of varying thickness surged, and a ball of fog separated from it and floated in front of Li Chuan.

“That’s it,” said the spirit.

Li Chuan did not take the mass, but asked cautiously: "What is this? If you want me to make up for it, you have to tell me what it is and what it is used for, right?"

The demon spirit did not answer him, but said to himself: "As a reward, I can answer three questions for you." "Then you have to let me go, otherwise I can't make up for it." Li Chuan said.

"I'm not in a hurry." said the demon.

Li Chuan realized that she wanted to leave.

"Well...you have to pay a deposit first, right?" Li Chuan said.

"You can ask a question first." said the demon.

A question. Many questions flashed through Li Chuan's mind, and finally he asked: "What is your relationship with the half-demon girl from the Frost Leaf Sect?"

"The Frost Leaf Clan." The demon sighed, paused, and continued, "Once there was a half-demon cub who threw herself into the Woquan and sank into the dark river. I sent her back."

"Is that it?" Li Chuan asked.

The demon spirit said: "Later, maybe after a while, I don't know how long, she came again. She said there was nothing interesting outside and she wanted to stay here with me. So she stayed with me for a while and helped me fish out those lost souls from the dark river."

Li Chuan listened carefully. He felt that the tone of the evil spirit was constantly changing, near and far, high and low, with a strange sense of rhythm. He had to concentrate very hard to hear it clearly.
The demon spirit said: "During that time, I protected her and taught her some things. I told her that she could hide here forever, or use what I taught her to create a world she wanted. Later, she said she wanted to leave, so I sent her away. I didn't have any expectations for her, but... Frost Leaf, there is no Frost Leaf Sect. I just told her that my name is Frost Leaf."

"She is a good child..."

Li Chuan suddenly became alert.

It's that voice.

The tone of the demon spirit imitated the rhythm of that voice. She deliberately used words to lead him to listen, and then...

I can't listen to this anymore.

Li Chuan took out the golden sword. He did not use the sword technique he had practiced for several days, but stabbed it into the mist casually, and then drew the trajectory of the mark that he had traced countless times in his mind.

The dots in his field of vision shattered with great force. Taking advantage of the moment when the fog that bound him dissipated, Li Chuan rubbed the Tianyin Pot again, and then drew the mark once again.

The ripples of the kettle sound spread out. He saw the dots and the horizontal lines reconnecting, much faster than he thought. He tried to stop them with the kettle sound, but found that the dots and horizontal lines were sticking together into other shapes.

Li Chuan knew he had to hide, but the next moment his body was once again filled with water and he couldn't move at all.

It's still too weak.

The golden sword fell to the ground, the Tianyin pot was still in his hand, but it could no longer make a sound, and his neck was pinched, making it almost impossible to breathe. He caught a glimpse of red light from the corner of his eyes, and the sword light tore through the mist, and two figures fell from midair.

It is Wen Guying and Yao Shuang.

Li Chuan finally caught the fleeting thought in his mind.

The mist left his body and disappeared into the darkness. Li Chuan lost his balance and fell to the ground. He rubbed his neck and felt his throat was a little itchy. After coughing a few times, his breathing returned to normal.

He looked around and the fog seemed to be blocked by something and unable to leave the yard, so it gathered into a ball and fought with Wen Guying's sword in the sky and on the ground.

Yao Shuang stood aside, constantly making magical seals with her hands. Runes floated around, blocking every trace of mist that tried to escape.

Li Chuan picked up the golden sword and stepped aside.

The sky was getting light, and the long night was finally over.

(End of this chapter)