Hell Emperor.

Chapter 250 Ren Changhong - Portrait
"Commander, more than a hundred households in Yinlong Township were all slaughtered by that purple-eyed monster. Now I am the only one left alive... You must make a decision for us..."

"Commander Zhang Long, none of the thousands of households in Yinshuijian were spared and were killed. Even the cattle and sheep they were grazing were killed. The mountain stream was completely dyed red. The person threatened that if you don't release the young dragon, she will kill more people until the Yellow Dragon Army is wiped out..."

"Qinglin Cliff was attacked, and there were heavy casualties. Conservative estimates suggest that thousands of people died... Commander, what should we do?"

"Everyone in the Black Stone Forest was wiped out..."

The unfavorable news from his subordinates overwhelmed Zhang Long like a tide, making him upset and sweating on his forehead.

In less than a day, nearly 10,000 casualties occurred in the area around Wanglong Peak. If this trend continues, I am afraid that within a week, the Huanglong Army will be completely destroyed, and only he will be left alive. It can be said that the army is in name only.

"Damn it... They actually attacked those innocent people and tried to force me to surrender..." Zhang Long was deeply distressed by the enemy's actions. He raised his head and shouted, "How could this happen... Your Majesty said that when the real dragon comes again from the south, it will definitely save us from the sea of ​​suffering. Now the real dragon has come, but what comes with it is not a good omen, but a murderous disaster..."

Zhang Long's words made everyone around him silent and solemn. Only a few sobs could be heard occasionally. The atmosphere was extremely depressing.

"Could it be that the dragon has abandoned us? This is impossible! The Sui Dynasty was founded on the dragon, and the dragon will definitely not abandon us. This must be a test from the dragon! Since that real dragon is unwilling to save us, let our own real dragon come!"

At the end of his speech, Zhang Long's eyes darkened, and a bit of determination appeared in them. He looked at Meng Junyao who was imprisoned in the iron cage and ordered: "Take her to the Dragon Binding Chain!"

Hearing this, the soldiers around were shocked and asked in a trembling voice: "Commander, are you planning to..."

Zhang Long nodded with a heavy face: "Now that things have come to this, this is the only thing we can do."

The soldiers around him carried the iron cage away tremblingly, their eyes revealing deep fear, as if they were extremely scared of something. However, they did not dare to go against the order of Commander Zhang Long, and had to carry out the order meticulously.

In the iron cage, Meng Junyao's dragon head trembled slightly. The nature of a real dragon to seek benefits and avoid harm made her keenly aware of the crisis. She used her white dragon body to hit the iron cage fence again and again, but other than making the iron cage shake, it did not achieve any results and was just a waste of effort.

"Woo... Who can come and save me..."

Silent fear surged in her heart. Meng Junyao curled up into a dragon ball, her figure trembling uncontrollably. Loneliness occupied her entire mind. There was also a hint of crystal in her dragon pupils. She sobbed and longed for someone to come and save her.

Zhang Long stood there for a long time, with a bit of worry in his eyes, not knowing whether this move was right or wrong. At this moment, another subordinate came running over and reported:

"Commander Zhang Long, someone...or a ghost wants to see you."

"Ghost?" Zhang Long was stunned, but soon reacted, "Could it be the souls of those who died in vain? Tell them not to worry, I will never let that purple-eyed monster go, and I will definitely help them get revenge!"

"No...those two are ghost messengers from the underworld." the subordinate replied.

"The underworld?" Zhang Long's face changed when he heard about the underworld. Even though he had already ascended to the immortal throne, he was still terrified of the netherworld where ghosts lived. "Why are the ghost messengers here? Aren't they very close to the Goguryeo people? Why are they looking for me?"

"They are not ordinary ghost messengers, they are..." His subordinate's teeth chattered as he uttered the extremely vicious name, "Shura!"

Zhang Long was shocked when he heard this. Shura had a high status in the underworld, which was not comparable to that of ordinary ghost messengers. Even the lowest-level Shura had a status far higher than that of a commander like him. He hurriedly said, "Go and invite Shura in!"

Led by their subordinates, the two Shuras arrived as scheduled. One of them wore a white dress and had a high level of cultivation, while the other wore a black robe and did not reveal his true identity.

Although the two Shuras said nothing, the evil faces outlined on the masks still made the people around them shudder, and they felt the breath instantly dropped to freezing point.

Zhang Long took a deep breath and took the initiative to speak: "I have heard of Shura's name for a long time. After meeting him today, I find that he is indeed extraordinary. I wonder what you two want from me?"

Ren Changhong reached into her bosom and pulled out a scroll of paper. She shook it open and saw a picture of a woman with eyebrows and eyes as beautiful as a painting, peerless and beautiful, and as cold and aloof as a snowy mountain: "Have you ever seen this person?"

Ye Jie took a quick glance and saw that the person in the portrait was Shen Qingge.

Zhang Long nodded: "She came to my place not long ago. Why are you looking for her?"

"You have no right to interfere with Shura's actions." Ren Changhong said coldly, "However, since you are so cooperative, it doesn't hurt to tell you that this person has a grudge against me, and I am going to kill her!"

Zhang Long's eyes lit up. Behind Shura was the largest force in the entire underworld. With Shura's help, everything would be easy. He quickly spoke:
"To be honest, I just had a fight with this person's companions. They fled in panic, and I was able to capture one of them alive. Judging from how much they value their companions, they will definitely come again."

Ye Jie took a deep breath, his heart sank, and he didn't know which of his companions had been captured.

"Oh? There is such a good thing?" Ren Changhong was overjoyed, his mouth curled up. He didn't expect to find Shen Qingge's exact whereabouts so quickly. "Who did you catch? Can you let me see him?"

"Please come with me."

Zhang Long would never refuse, and personally took the two Shuras to the Dragon Binding Lock. On the way, he said with great sorrow: "Mr. Shura, the group of people you are looking for are extremely evil. They are cruel and have committed many evil deeds. Many innocent people have died in their hands. I guess that is why they are being hunted down by the Shuras. As long as we join forces, we will definitely be able to catch those thieves!"

The more Ye Jie listened, the more confused he became. He couldn't help but ask, "Wait a minute, is everything you said true?"

Zhang Long nodded vigorously: "Of course, this is what the people in Wanglong Peak saw with their own eyes, how could it be false? If you don't believe it, you can ask anyone around."

"That's strange..."

Ye Jie pondered for a moment. In his memory, Shen Qingge and other companions did not seem to be cruel and bloodthirsty people. Among them, Nan Linghe would even feel sorry for stepping on flowers and plants. How come in Zhang Long's mouth, he became a person who killed innocent people?
After thinking about it, Ye Jie could only think of one possibility. The only person in his family who was decisive and hard-hearted was his good disciple Xia Wei. Xia Wei must have gotten into trouble again. Thinking of this, Ye Jie couldn't help but put his hand on his forehead. He didn't know what Xia Wei and the others had experienced during his absence.

Ren Changhong glared at Ye Jie unhappily and said, "You have no right to interrupt me when I'm talking to him. Just shut up and listen to me. Don't forget, your only purpose in coming here is to transform into my Dark Spirit Magical Weapon. Dark Spirit Magical Weapons don't need to talk too much!"

Ye Jie's mouth twitched: "Although I have never practiced the Nether Spirit Divine Art, I also know that the Nether Spirit Divine Art is not what you said. If we can't communicate with each other's minds, the power of the Nether Spirit Magical Treasure will not be that strong at all. You don't even let me speak, how can we communicate with each other's minds?"

Ren Changhong knew he was in the wrong, so he didn't refute it. Instead, he snorted coldly: "Okay, I'll assume that what you said is right. What else do you want to say? Say it quickly while I'm in a good mood."

Ye Jie touched his chin and said, "Speaking of which, what's the matter with that portrait?"

"What are you talking about?" Ren Changhong reached into his arms and took out the portrait.

In the portrait, Shen Qingge's beautiful face is portrayed vividly and lifelike, and even her cold temperament that keeps people at a distance is perfectly restored. The unintentional brushstrokes reveal a bit of the master's style, which makes people sigh that it is a natural and precious painting.

Seeing Ye Jie staring at Shen Qingge's portrait thoughtfully for a long time without saying a word, Ren Changhong sneered:
"What? You were not bewitched by my disciple's appearance, were you? Your eyes were fixed on her. From your appearance, you have never seen a woman as beautiful as my disciple in your life, right? How pitiful."

Seeing Ren Changhong's words were full of thorns and were aggressive, Ye Jie was not annoyed. If she knew that he had met Shen Qingge before, and had even seen her most vulnerable and helpless side, she would not know what to think. He just said: "Master Shen has a stunning face, and she deserves to be admired."

Hearing the praise in Ye Jie's words, Ren Changhong curled her lips. She was a strong-willed person, so how could she be willing to be outdone by the disciple who killed her?

"When I was in my prime, she was just a little girl who knew nothing. In terms of appearance, she is far inferior to me. She is only about 70% of my level."

Ye Jie was full of disbelief, but unfortunately, Ren Changhong's face was tightly covered by the Shura mask, making it impossible for him to tell the truth of his words. Instead, it aroused his curiosity.

Sensing Ye Jie's curiosity, Ren Changhong raised the corners of his lips, forming an imperceptible arc, and deliberately teased: "Want to see it?"

"With great pleasure." Ye Jie replied.

She laughed loudly, raised a finger, and tapped the mask on her face with her fingertips, making a crisp sound of metal clashing. "Then you will be disappointed. Once the Shura mask is put on, it can never be taken off unless His Highness Moruo agrees. Once you are a Shura, you will be a Shura for life. I'm afraid you won't see it. I advise you to give up this idea."

Ren Changhong's words made Ye Jie's heart sink. He subconsciously touched the Shura mask on his face, and his heart seemed to fall into the abyss. It was more difficult than Ye Jie expected to get rid of the control of the Shura mask.

After a long silence, Ye Jie suddenly spoke: "In fact, what I care about most is not the person in the painting, but the painting itself."

"Oh?" Ren Changhong raised his eyebrows.

"Although Shen Qingge in the painting has a stunning appearance and a beautiful temperament, her beauty is conveyed through the picture. Looking at the portrait, it is as if you see such a woman standing in front of you. Such exquisite and delicate painting skills have vividly portrayed Shen Qingge's fairy-like demeanor, which is amazing. I am sure that this must be the work of a master."

Ye Jie looked at the painting, nodded frequently, and his words were filled with enthusiastic admiration. As someone who was familiar with Shen Qingge, he naturally understood how vivid the painting was and that it must have been created by a famous artist.

At this moment, a soft laugh suddenly came from Ye Jie's ear. The laughter was fleeting, but as pleasant and moving as a clear spring, echoing in Ye Jie's ears.

The laughter only lasted for a short moment, and then there was no trace left, disappearing without a trace, and there was no sign of anything unusual, which made Ye Jie wonder if he had heard it wrong.

Ye Jie suddenly remembered something, and a look of surprise appeared on his face: "Logically speaking, if you want to depict Shen Qingge's temperament so vividly, you must have had contact with her. Could it be that this painting..."

Seeing that Ye Jie finally found the problem, Ren Changhong glanced at him, with a hint of teasing in her beautiful eyes: "Yes, this painting was drawn by me personally. Only as her master, I can depict her temperament so accurately. After all, I have been the one who nurtured her since she was a child."

Ye Jie was surprised, and looked at Ren Changhong carefully, exclaiming: "I didn't expect that you have such a high level of attainment in painting."

"Of course, I am the descendant of Xuannv." Ren Changhong snorted conceitedly, with a hint of pride in her words. In the past, she was also the most famous descendant of Xuannv. How could such a small matter be difficult for her? "As the descendant of Xuannv, I have to be proficient in everything, such as music, chess, calligraphy and painting. Otherwise, wouldn't I be ridiculed by the outsiders if I were to go out?"

As she spoke, she looked at Ye Jie with a hint of disdain in her eyes: "Besides, if you can't even hold a paintbrush steadily, how can you hold a sword? With your qualifications, you won't understand even if I tell you. You'd better concentrate on being a magic weapon of the underworld."

I don’t know if it’s Ye Jie’s illusion, but he always feels that Ren Changhong doesn’t seem to be as hostile towards him anymore.

Not long ago, when Ren Changhong spoke to him, every word he said was full of thorns, and he wanted to belittle him to the point of being worthless until he lost all face.

Now, although Ren Changhong still looked down on him and did not hide his disdain in words, his attitude was much gentler and he no longer looked like he wanted to kill someone.

Ren Changhong put the scroll away. She was very pleased with Ye Jie's praise and her impression of Ye Jie improved a lot. It seemed that Shura Jie was not completely useless. At least he had some basic vision and knew whether a painting was good or bad.

"We're here. Ahead is the Dragon Binding Chain! The real dragon we captured was brought here."

After walking for a long time, Zhang Long brought the two to a deep valley and spoke slowly.

"A real dragon? Could it be that the one who was captured was Meng Junyao?" Ye Jie's body trembled, and he had a bad premonition in his heart.

Before Ye Jie could react, the earth shook and a shrill scream came into his ears!

(End of this chapter)