Raising the Demon

Chapter 449
The moon has gradually risen to the eastern sky, shining on Zaitian Mansion.

Under the moonlight, a group of people were silently busy, and the whole world seemed to have been pressed on the mute button, and it was dead silent.

Numb and stiff, like a group of zombies that have lost their lives.

A soldier was sitting in a corner with a long knife in his hand, his head bowed, and he seemed to be asleep. He was monitoring the work of these people, but at this moment he himself had lost his strength, only his fingers that were occasionally clenched and loosened, Proof that he is still alive.That restless movement, it seemed that the long knife in his hand was the only support in his heart.

This is the construction site of a spirit-gathering formation in Zaitianfu. The ashes have drawn lines on the ground. Each person has a blueprint and dozens of pieces of jade in their hands, and they are just thrown into this lifeless, hell-like world.

Old Titou was also among the crowd, he was panting violently while lowering his head to bury the jade on the ground, as if the surrounding air could no longer provide him with enough nutrients.

And he looked back from time to time and saw his grandson in the basket on the side of the road, staring at him with both eyes, so he could relax and bury his head down.

Occasionally, he would turn his head and look in the direction of the city center, where a soaring aura shot straight into the sky, as bright as a lighthouse in the dark.

An official came hurriedly from afar, and the soldier who was holding a long knife and huddled up immediately stood up with a whoosh, and first warned in a low voice: "Don't be lazy, the supervisor is here!"

Then he paced back and forth, yelling loudly.

But for some reason, even the sound of the soldiers yelling, it seems that they can't go too far. It seems that the air has lost the property of transmitting sound, or the soldiers are too hoarse.

The supervisor came over, stood aside and looked at it for a few moments, then shouted dissatisfiedly: "No, wrong, wrong! From here on, it's all wrong!"

During the period, there was the sound of whips piercing through the air, and the people groaned and scolded, "Idiots, a bunch of idiots!"

The people who were busy looked at each other, numbly under the scolding of the supervisor, dug out the jade that had just been buried in the ground before, and re-arranged it in the wrong place.

Not long after, the supervisor left in a hurry, and he had been running around, patrolling back and forth, without any carelessness.

Seeing that the supervisor was gone, the soldier sighed and shrank back. This was not the first time he had to go back to work today, this was already the sixth time.

"Can it really be built?" The question lingered in his mind.

"Can it really be built?" This question echoed in everyone's mind.

People seem to have lost hope, they are just working mechanically under high pressure and whips.

At any time, someone will fall down, as if they have lost all their strength, they are not dead, but they just opened their eyes and fell into a rigid state.

"We're done, we're done..." In the dead silence, pessimists were spreading gossip: "I heard that Mr. Zi has already given up Zaitian Mansion, and left Zaitian Mansion a long time ago."

"Even Zigongzi has given up on us? What should we do?"

"Are you really going to die here?"

Under the dead silence, what is spread is news that is even more desperate than the dead silence.

Until Lao Titou couldn't help it anymore, he raised his voice and said loudly: "What nonsense are you talking about!"

Lao Titou blushed with anger: "Young Master, he will not give up on us, he is going to save us!"

"How did I hear that he's gone?" Someone retorted.

"Of course he's going, the old man went to destroy that big spirit gathering formation! Let me tell you, it was Zigong who destroyed the spirit gathering formation last time and saved our lives, this time he can still do it! "The old man blushed with anger, he actually didn't know what Zi Baifeng was doing, but he firmly believed in Zi Baifeng, such a kind and excellent son, he would never give up on them!
If the son and son give up on them, they are really doomed!
"How do you know? Have you seen it? He told you?" Someone asked eccentrically.

"Of course I know, Master Zi treats me so well!" The old man patted his chest, "Who of you don't know, go and find out, my old man who sells vegetables has been working in Zifu all the time!"

"Then why do you still come here to work? I heard that people who have a good relationship with the Zifu have been taken to the Zifu." The man still didn't believe it.

"I... well, Master Zi asked me to stay in Zifu, but I can't leave Xiaobao alone at home." The old man pointed to the little grandson next to him, and Xiaobao nodded repeatedly: "Yes , brother is doing well! And brother Xiaoshitou!"

"No, as soon as I got home and found Xiaobao, the officers and soldiers came and I was brought here. Alas, I don't know if the Zifu will be worried." The old head was proud, helpless, and regretful .

It was only one step away that the grandparent and grandson ended up in such a situation. He didn't care, but what about Xiaobao?
"Really? Will Zigong really save us?" There were more and more skeptical voices in the crowd.

"Old man, are they really going to destroy the spirit gathering formation?" A young girl who has been busy at the side asked.

"It must be." Lao Ti patted his chest, as if using his own credit guarantee.

"But wouldn't that be very dangerous?" the girl worried, "They won't be in danger, right?"

"No, my son has great powers..."

"But that is Yinglongzong's Spirit Gathering Formation..." the girl said eagerly.

Who in Zai Tianfu doesn't know Ying Longzong?Even if they didn't know it before, they know it now. Such a huge sect makes them as small as ants.

"No, they won't be in danger." The old man seemed to be emphasizing, and he seemed to be convincing himself, "Young Master is so powerful, we won't let them be in danger!"

"That's good..." The girl's face suddenly turned red, "My elder brother, he also went with Zigong... I don't know where he is now..."

Listening to what the old man said, everyone seemed to have a glimmer of hope again. They talked with each other in low voices, and an unspeakable emotion spread, gradually converging into a sentence.

Son, come on!
"Little Treasure, Little Treasure?" A voice suddenly came from one side, and Little Treasure who was standing in the basket turned his head away, and then exclaimed in surprise: "Brother Little Stone!"

"Xiaobao, I found you!" Xiaoshitou ran over from a distance, followed by a man in a golden robe with a serious face. It was a golden sword demon. When he saw Xiaobao, he immediately cheered and rushed over , took Xiaobao out of the basket, and asked, "Where's Grandpa?"

"I'm here, Master Little Shitou!" Tears flowed down the old man's head, and Master Little Shitou came to find them.

"Mother asked me to come to you, and I waited and waited, but I didn't see you coming back, but my mother was so anxious!" Xiao Shitou waved quickly and said, "Let's go, let's go back quickly!"

The guarding soldier stood up and wanted to stop him, but Xiaoshi gave him a look and said, "What do you want to do?"

After being stared at by the little stone, the soldier immediately withered.

Although Xiao Shitou is young, his cultivation base is not low now. Although his naughty spirit has not diminished, in Zi Baifeng's eyes, he is still the same monkey as before, but in front of these ordinary people, he is also a high-ranking monk. One glance made the soldier silent.

The old man turned his head to look at the people around him, and then at Xiaobao, he hesitated.

"But what should they do?" the old man asked.

Little Shitou was no longer a child who didn't understand anything. He looked at everyone, and everyone stared at him now.

"Don't worry, my brother will definitely not let Zai Tianfu have an accident!" Xiao Shitou patted his chest and said, "My brother never does what he says!"

"Master Little Shitou, take Xiaobao back first, I'll stay here first." The old man took a deep breath and said, "Just say, let Madam help take care of Xiaobao for the time being, thank you to the old man! "

"But, Mother told me..." Xiao Shitou hesitated.

"It's okay, just take Xiaobao back." Old Titou smiled kindly. He really liked the family of Zi's family. He treated people so sincerely. He never looked down on him just because he was just an ordinary farmer. The taste of being respected has never been experienced by the old titou before, and he also wants to do something for this family.

No matter how insignificant, just some beliefs.

Xiao Shitou hesitated for a moment, stomped his feet, and said, "Then I'll take Xiaobao back first...Grandpa Ti, take this!"

The little stone opened the pouch at his waist, took out a stone, and stuffed it into the old man's palm. The stone looked like an ordinary stone, but it was cold in his hand, and a refreshing coolness hit him. Through the heart, it seems that the air around has become fresh in an instant.

This little stone is the son of the little stone slingshot, but at the same time, it is also a little stone demon, the little stone is a bag of stones, the little stone is raised every day and not many become demons, the little stone looks like a The baby is like an egg, but now it is reluctantly handed over to the old man.

Touching the stone, the old man raised his head and smiled. He put the stone in his arms, nodded seriously, and said, "I will keep it well!"

With this little stone protecting him, Lao Titou would not be easily sucked out of his spiritual energy, so the little stone took Xiaobao away with confidence.

Watching Xiao Shitou leave, Lao Titou secretly sighed in his heart, seeing that Xiao Shitou, who has been in a hurry all day and causing trouble everywhere, can do things so impeccably, the Zi family is indeed talented.

Before the Golden Sword Demon left, he nodded to Lao Titou, seeming to approve of his actions.

Beside the old Titou, it seems to be able to feel an unspeakable vitality. I don’t know why, but the dead energy here seems to be dispelled. The moon in the sky sang softly: "When the moon comes out, it's bright, it's bright, I think of my elder brother in the mountains..."

The soft and beautiful voice spread far away, like the moon shining on the creek, and the mountain wind blowing through the earth, nourishing everyone's dry hearts.

(End of this chapter)