So it turns out I'm the demon!

Jiang Mu gritted her teeth and pulled the door knocker with all her might.

However, once the door panel was pulled open even a little, the weight suddenly seemed to increase a thousandfold or even ten thousandfold.

Every inch of upward lifting felt like uprooting a small mountain.

boom!

The sound of smashing outside started again.

The cracks at the top of the grotto continued to spread to the surrounding area, and the stone walls peeled away in a rustling sound.

"It's too late!"

At this moment, the Ginseng King no longer cared about being shocked as to why Jiang Mu was able to pull it. He pushed off with both hands, and countless vines shot out from his palms, spreading rapidly along the four walls and the dome.

Like a giant umbrella rib, it held up the grotto that was about to collapse.

The wounds on the Ginseng King's arms burst open again, and blood flowed down the vines. He turned and roared at Jiang Mu:

"Quickly, I can't hold on much longer!"

"Don't rush me!"

Jiang Mu's eyes were bloodshot, and he gripped the door knocker with both hands, pouring all his strength into it. Even the capillaries in his arms and neck burst from the strain.

Fine beads of blood seeped from his skin, turning him into a blood-soaked figure.

Seeing this, Duanmu Li grabbed the door knocker to try to help, but it didn't do much good.

The cracks in the grotto are increasing.

The rattan netting creaked under the weight, and some of the thinner vines could no longer withstand the pressure and began to break.

The ginseng king leaned against the collapsing dome, blood seeping from every part of his body, yet he still struggled to hold on.

"Open it for me!"

Jiang Mu let out a low growl.

In a desperate outburst, the stone gate was finally opened halfway.

"You two, get inside now!"

King Shen roared at the two women.

Duanmu Li gritted her teeth, knowing that staying would only cause trouble. She grabbed Lan Rou'er's hand and helped her squeeze through the half-open door. Watching the two women successfully enter the tunnel, the Ginseng King coughed up a mouthful of blood.

He glanced at the cave that was about to completely collapse, then at Jiang Mu who was still struggling to hold on, and gave a bitter laugh:

"You little brat, you have spatial magic, figure out how to get in yourself, don't worry about me."

"Come in!"

Jiang Mu forced out two words through gritted teeth.

At the same time, he had a sudden thought and threw the demonic shadow into the doorway.

Shen Wang gave Jiang Mu a deep look, knowing that this was not the time to be sentimental, and then darted into the tunnel.

After the King of Ginseng left, the grotto completely collapsed, and a giant hand rushed in.

Jiang Mu could no longer hold on and let go with both hands.

The stone gate slammed shut!

Just a fraction of a second before the stone gate closed, Jiang Mu's figure vanished from the spot.

"Bang!"

Jiang Mu landed heavily on the ground.

The successive bursts of overload left him feeling dizzy and disoriented, as if his soul had been torn in two.

"Jiang Mu!"

"Brother Jiang!"

Duanmu Li and Lan Rou'er rushed over in a panic.

Seeing Jiang Mu in such a miserable state, Duanmu Li bit her pink lips tightly, her cold eyes filled with self-blame and regret.

She hated that her cultivation level was too low.

I hate that at this critical moment of life and death, I can only be a burden who needs to be protected.

Meanwhile, Lan Rou'er was already sobbing uncontrollably, her almond-shaped eyes filled with heartache as she frantically wiped the blood from the man's face with a silk handkerchief.

On the other side, the ginseng king collapsed to the ground.

Hearing the booming sound overhead, now only a muffled echo, and confirming that the magma demon couldn't break through the barrier for the time being, he finally breathed a sigh of relief. He turned to call out to Jiang Mu, but saw two maids surrounding her.

One wiped away tears, the other looked heartbroken, yet not a single person glanced in his direction. A wave of bitterness welled up inside the Ginseng King. "Cough cough... well, I feel like I'm about to die..."

The ginseng king let out two weak groans, trying to get attention.

However, Duanmu Li and Lan Rou'er's entire attention was on Jiang Mu, and they didn't even spare a glance for it.

The ginseng king was very hurt.

It snorted again, this time louder.

Still, nobody paid any attention to it.

King Shen pursed his lips in frustration and could only lean against the wall to look around the underground space.

Upon seeing this, the Ginseng King's eyes widened suddenly, his breathing became heavy, and he exclaimed excitedly:

"treasure!"

"Where is the treasure?"

Upon hearing the word "treasure," Jiang Mu, who had been half-dead, felt as if a bucket of ice water had been poured over his head, instantly becoming much more alert. He endured the excruciating pain and, with the help of the two women, sat up straight.

Looking up, I discovered that there was another grotto underground.

The area is even more spacious than the outside.

The four stone walls were covered with array patterns, and in the center of the cave, there was a small tree that was no more than two people tall.

The trunk is a translucent amber color, through which you can vaguely see the sap flowing. The branches are covered with pink fruits the size of a thumb, each one plump and glistening, emitting a sweet fragrance.

Just smelling it makes one feel clearer and more alert.

Next to the sapling was a large, open wooden crate.

The box contained several spirit stones, a piece of dark wood, and a stone slab.

On the other side of the sapling was a stone array.

"Teleportation array!"

The King of Ginseng pointed at the array and laughed excitedly, "This is a teleportation array! Hahaha, there's always a way out, we can get out now!" Hearing this, Jiang Mu and the other two were also invigorated.

King Shen rushed to the teleportation array, rummaged through a wooden box next to it and took out several spirit stones, which he then embedded into the grooves around the array.

The runes around the array then began to light up one by one.

It spreads outwards in concentric circles, eventually connecting to form a complete ring of light.

However, the array pattern inside the aperture rotates very slowly.

King Shen frowned, reached out to test the flow of spiritual energy within the aura, and turned back to say:

"It's been sitting for too long, and the array core has dried out a bit. It will take some time for this array to be fully activated."

The Ginseng King looked at the weak Jiang Mu leaning against the stone wall and said to the two women:

"We can pick some fruit from that tree for him to eat. Not only does the fruit have healing and protective effects, it also greatly benefits his cultivation." Upon hearing this, Duanmu Li and Lan Rou'er's eyes lit up, and they quickly ran towards the spirit tree.

The King of Ginseng spoke up again to remind them:

"The spiritual energy of this fruit dissipates very easily; it is extremely fragile. When picking it, gather plenty of leaves and weave them into a leaf tray to hold the fruit, so that its medicinal effects can be fully preserved."

Upon hearing this, the two girls nodded repeatedly and quickly began picking leaves to weave plates.

Seeing his sister's concern, which was completely focused on that brat, the Ginseng King sighed sourly and turned back to the treasure chest. He reached out and picked up the piece of dark, withered wood, examined it closely for a moment, and then a look of wild joy appeared on his face:

"What a treasure... a ten-thousand-year-old lightning-struck Yin Wood. I searched for it for so long in the swamp, thinking it was extinct, but I unexpectedly found it here. With this thing as an aid, my chances of breaking through to the next realm are much greater."

It happily put away the dead wood, and then picked up the stone slab.

After looking at it from left to right, I found a nine-tailed fox pattern carved on the stone slab, but nothing else.

It tossed the stone slab to Jiang Mu:

"Here you go, I don't even know what it is, figure it out yourself."

Jiang Mu caught the stone slab, his gaze falling on the pattern of the nine-tailed beast on it, and he couldn't help but be slightly taken aback.

Why does this thing look so familiar?

Jiang Mu's brain raced, and she suddenly realized what was going on.

When he sneaked into He Shan'er's boudoir in the Divine Sword Sect, he discovered a fragment of a stone tablet that was exactly the same.

It was an evil object used by Prince Sheng to set up an array when he was reborn through a borrowed womb.

Moreover, the stone slab does not depict a nine-tailed fox, but rather the inherently cruel "Good Nephew" clan.

It was the same demon clan that had previously been hostile to the Qingqiu Fox Clan and had even colluded with the Ginseng King before them.

"What exactly is the origin of this stone slab...?"

Jiang Mu's heart stirred, and he took out the stone tablet from his companion space.

The two stone slabs were placed side by side, and the patterns on their edges fit together perfectly.

A complete rune outline emerged.

However, judging from the shape of the gap, at least two more identical fragments of the stele would be needed to piece together a complete totem.

Jiang Mu observed carefully, but still didn't have many clues.

"Forget it, now is not the time to study this. Let's go outside and talk about it."

Jiang Mu put both stone slabs back into his storage space.

The continuous overexertion caused his vision to blur, and his muscles felt like they were being gnawed by countless ants; even moving his lips was a struggle. A moment later, a faint sound of footsteps approached.

Lan Rou'er had already woven a delicate little tray out of leaves, which contained several pink spirit fruits.

The girl knelt beside Jiang Mu, her slender, pale fingers picking up a fruit and offering it to the man's lips:

"Brother Jiang, open your mouth."

Jiang Mushun opened his mouth and swallowed it.

The spiritual fruit melted on the tip of the tongue with a gentle touch.

Immediately, a cool, sweet liquid slid down my throat, like an icy spring rising from my dantian and flowing through my meridians and bones. The pain in my body was immediately reduced by more than half.

The spiritual energy, which had been weak due to overexertion, became more solid under the influence of the medicine.

"Phew...good fruit."

Jiang Mu breathed a sigh of relief, and her complexion finally regained some color.

Seeing that the Spirit Fruit truly had miraculous effects, Lan Rou'er's beautiful eyes shone with surprise.

After feeding the few berries in her hand, she immediately ran back to the tree like a busy little bee, lifting her skirt to continue picking.

The Ginseng King, who had been silently watching from a distance, felt a pang of sadness upon seeing this scene.

It coughed twice, clutching its still-bleeding chest, and cried out in pain:

"Ouch... I injured my very essence while blocking that 13th-tier monster, and the injury is quite severe... If I could eat a few fruits to replenish my strength, I might be able to live a few more years..."

however.

The two girls were so focused on feeding Jiang Mu quickly that neither of them heard the ginseng king.

The king's mouth twitched.

Reluctantly, he stood up and went to pick fruit from the tree himself.

Before long, he picked more than a dozen small fruits from the leaf-shaped plate and neatly stacked them around him, forming a small mountain.

Looking at the pile of spoils, the ginseng king finally felt a little better.

"Although I was almost smashed into pieces, I obtained the divine wood for breakthrough and collected so many spiritual fruits. I will take some back for medicine and some to aid my cultivation. Breaking through to the eleventh level is just around the corner."

King Shen was happily making plans.

Just then, a timid, weak voice suddenly sounded beside me:

"Hello...

The ginseng king stiffened for a moment, then turned around instantly as if it were springy.

Lan Rou'er was standing awkwardly in front of it.

The girl's face flushed, her two delicate white hands nervously twisting her skirt, her large, watery almond-shaped eyes fixed on it:

"Um...are you alright? How badly are you injured?"

The ginseng king felt a lump in his throat and almost burst into tears on the spot.

Finally.

After waiting for so long, after risking my life all this way, I've been treated like I'm invisible.

Finally, my sister knows how to care for her older brother!

What does this tell us?

This shows that blood is thicker than water! This shows that family ties cannot be severed!

The Ginseng King straightened his back, his chest thumping loudly, and laughed loudly:

"Hahaha, I am a tenth-tier demon king, in excellent condition. Let alone a mere thirteenth-tier demon, even a fourteenth or fifteenth-tier demon wouldn't be able to harm a single hair on my head!"

"Oh...I see..."

Lan Rou'er patted her chest with a sigh of relief.

Then, she pointed to the pile of leaves at the feet of the ginseng king, her eyes sparkling, and asked,

"Since you're alright... do you not need to eat these fruits? We've already picked all the fruit off the tree. I wanted to give these to Brother Jiang so he can eat more and recover faster."

The smile on Ginseng King's face froze instantly, and his brain went blank for a moment.

It glanced at the withered willow tree, now reduced to a few bare leaves, and then at Jiang Mu, who was leaning against the stone wall in the distance, his complexion so rosy it could kill a bull...

Finally, it silently lowered its head and met the girl's large, watery eyes, which were full of expectation and pleading.

King Shen felt as if his heart had been struck hard by an eighty-pound iron hammer, shattering into pieces.

"Take it...take it."

The ginseng king managed to squeeze out two words from his throat.

"Thanks!"

Lan Rou'er's beautiful eyes lit up, and a bright smile bloomed on her delicate face.

She bent down, picked up the fullest leaf tray, and ran back to Jiang Mu's side like a happy little rabbit.

She sat on the ground as if she had lost her father.

Seeing this heartbreaking scene, he sullenly picked at the pebbles on the ground.

Not long after, a series of light footsteps approached again.

The girl turned back.

She glanced cautiously at the ginseng king, and tentatively reached out her little hand to touch the second leaf disc on the ground.

Seeing that the ginseng king was hanging his head and didn't get angry or stop her, she immediately said sweetly, "Thank you!"

Then, he picked up the plate and ran off again.

Jiang Mu finished a plate.

The girl came running over again with small, quick steps.

"Thanks!"

Take the third plate.

"Thanks!"

Take the fourth plate...

And so, a comical scene unfolded.

Lan Rou'er was like a tireless porter, going back and forth.

Each time, it was accompanied by a crisp and pleasant "thank you," and then she would take away her brother-in-law's "secret medicine."

When the girl's fingertips reached towards the last remaining leaf disc on the ground.

"Snapped!"

Unable to bear it any longer, the Ginseng King slapped a nearby rock.

It raised its head, its large, red eyes staring at the girl who was taking fruit.

Lan Rou'er trembled all over from the slap.

She stared blankly at the suddenly enraged Ginseng King, her lips trembling, her large almond-shaped eyes quickly filling with tears, glistening droplets clinging to the tips of her eyelashes, quivering...

Looking into those tearful eyes, the burning rage in King Shen's chest seemed to be doused with a bucket of cold water, extinguished with a "whoosh" without leaving a trace.

My heart ached.

He even felt like he was a heinous bastard at that moment.

"Heh...heh okay..."

The ginseng king forced an awkward smile, trying his best to speak gently.

"Um... there was a mosquito just now, a really big one, and I was swatting it. It's alright, you can take it away, I don't need it, hehe, take it away..."

"Thanks."

Lan Rou'er felt like she had been granted a pardon. Clutching the last leaf tray, she turned and ran back to Jiang Mu's side in a flash.

The girl knelt beside Jiang Mu, carefully feeding him while wiping away tears from the corners of her eyes with the back of her hand.

The King of Ginseng was so angry that his teeth itched.

As a powerful tenth-tier demon king who has dominated the world for many years, when has it ever suffered such humiliation?

Seeing Jiang Mu half-lying there like a grandpa, enjoying his sister's feeding with his mouth open, the Ginseng King finally couldn't resist anymore.

He opened his mouth and said in a muffled voice to Lan Rou'er:

"Since you're already a seven-aperture ginseng fruit, why don't you just let that kid bite you? You might recover faster than if you ate those lousy fruits, and you'll be jumping around again right away."

These were said in anger, with a sour tone, to vent inner resentment.

however……

Upon hearing this, Lan Rou'er, who was holding a piece of fruit to Jiang Mu's lips, froze.

The girl was stunned for a full two seconds.

Then, her tear-filled eyes turned red: "Brother Jiang, then... then you can eat me."

As he spoke, he shoved his little head into Jiang Mu's mouth.

The ginseng king turned to stone on the spot.

Sin! ! !

The ginseng king clutched his head and slammed it against the wall.

"Alright, alright, it's nothing, you silly girl, I don't need to eat you."

Jiang Mu looked at Lan Rou'er, who had her eyes closed and looked like she was bravely going to her death, and felt both amused and sorry for her.

He reached out a finger and flicked the girl's smooth forehead lightly, then pushed her head away slightly, only to be met with the murderous glare of the Ginseng King, who seemed to want to devour him alive.

Jiang Mu was quite embarrassed and smiled at her brother-in-law, Qian.

He could understand Lan Rou'er's thoughts.

This girl had a tragic childhood, experiencing the massacre of her entire family. Later, she lived under the roof of others and was betrayed and exploited by her relatives. Her mind was much more sensitive and fragile than that of ordinary women.

In her world, only Jiang Mu, who rescued her from the inferno, and Chu Lingzhu, who always protected her, were the family she could truly rely on. Now, suddenly, a rough and powerful demon has appeared.

Pointing your finger at her and telling her, "You're a monster too, and I'm your own brother," would make anyone's brain go blank for a while.

Although Lan Rou'er was kind-hearted by nature, she had witnessed Ginseng King's desperate efforts to stop the great demon along the way.

But despite being moved, the inner defenses and sense of distance are clearly not something that can be eliminated in a short time.

Just as Jiang Mu was pondering how to ease the awkward atmosphere between the brother and sister.

"You did it..."

Suddenly, a soft, feminine voice entered Jiang Mu's ears.

The sound was very close.

It seemed to be whispering right next to his eardrum, carrying a hint of melancholy.

Jiang Mu was taken aback and turned to look at Lan Rou'er, who was huddled beside him: "Are you talking?"

Lan Rou'er shook her little head blankly.

Jiang Mu then looked at Duanmu Li on the other side: "Are you talking?"

Duanmu Li also looked bewildered: "No, I didn't say anything."

Jiang Mu frowned and picked at her ear with her finger.

Strangely enough, ever since I entered this grotto, a faint, persistent noise has been lingering in my ears.

It sounded like someone was whispering.

And for some reason, he always felt that something in the grotto was pulling him along.

He stood up and looked around warily.

The cave was empty, except for the bare spirit tree and the broken treasure chest.

He tapped on the surrounding stone walls again, but still found nothing.

Just as he was about to lie back down, a sharp, needle-like pain suddenly appeared in his mind, as if a red-hot pair of iron pliers had been plunged deep into his brain.

Jiang Mu groaned in pain and clutched her head tightly with both hands.

His vision began to distort.

The originally gray and dull stone walls of the grotto now shimmer and change like ripples on water.

When Jiang Mu looked up again, the scenery around her had changed.

He unexpectedly appeared in an old, dilapidated house.

The room was dimly lit, the candles were dim, and the flames were curled up deep in the wax dripping, struggling to emit their last bit of dim yellow light.

A halo of light swept across the outline of the room.

But then they saw a woman sitting upright on the edge of the bed.

The woman wore a bright red wedding dress, with a red veil embroidered with mandarin ducks covering her head. Her skirt was layered and spread out on the bed, like a blood-red flower blooming from beneath her.

She folded her hands and placed them neatly on her knees.

Despite her refined and elegant demeanor, she appeared stiff and lifeless, more like a lifeless paper doll, exuding a chilling and eerie aura.

Fantasy?

Jiang Mu's heart skipped a beat.

"Why did you take so long to come...?"

A woman's soft voice drifted from beneath the red veil.

Jiang Mu stared at the strange bride and asked in a deep voice, "Who are you?"

"Come here."

The woman gently raised her hand.

Jiang Mu did not move.

Because he saw that on the bride's ankle, an iron chain extended from under her skirt and was driven into the ground.

The iron chain was covered with densely packed runes.

The runes moved and danced with the flickering candlelight, like the pulse of a living thing.

Behind her, in the shadows, more chains spread out like a spiderweb, each one taut and straight, imprisoning her in this small space. Seeing that Jiang Mu refused to approach, the woman was not angry.

She placed her hands back on her knees and sighed softly, "Loneliness is the best punishment for a person. It would have been better to just kill me with a sword back then... But even now, I don't think I did anything wrong."

Listening to the woman's rambling words, Jiang Mu became increasingly puzzled.

Who is this woman talking to?

Was it myself, or did I mistake him for someone else?

Just as he was about to ask for clarification, the surrounding scenery suddenly began to flicker again.

The cave and the dimly lit room appear alternately.

One moment it's the flickering red candles and the bride, the next it's the stone wall and the two women; the two images constantly overlap on Jiang Mu's retina. It's as if two overlapping timelines are vying for dominance.

"Let me go!!"

The woman, who had been sitting quietly, suddenly let out a sharp, mournful scream.

She sprang from the bed, her red veil lifted slightly by the wind, and pounced on Jiang Mu with her hands forming iron claws!

Wow

The chains snapped straight instantly, grabbing her.

Her fingernails almost brushed against Jiang Mu's clothes.

Although she wasn't actually touched, the sudden action still startled Jiang Mu, who instinctively took several steps back.

next moment,

The red candles, wedding dress, and chains before them shattered completely.

The scene has completely returned to the underground cave.

"Jiang Mu, what's wrong?"

Duanmu Li held Jiang Mu's arm, her small face filled with anxiety and concern.

Lan Rou'er, who was standing next to him, also looked at him nervously.

Jiang Mu took a few breaths, wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, and said:

"Just now, I saw a vision. There was a woman locked up here, dressed in a wedding gown, wearing a red veil, and chained to her feet." A vision?

Duanmu Li and Lan Rou'er looked at each other in bewilderment.

The Ginseng King frowned, surveyed the empty cave, and carefully scanned it again with his demonic senses. He pondered, "..."

"I sensed nothing. Are you sure you're not delirious?"

"I'm very sure," Jiang Mu said.

Just then, the old teleportation array finally lit up with white light, and the array diagram began to rotate.

"The formation is activated; you can leave now."

King Shen was overjoyed and hurriedly said, "Let's go quickly, that magma monster might be chasing us."

Seeing Jiang Mu deep in thought, he urged:

"This place is already eerie; who knows what even more terrifying evil spirits are being suppressed underground. What you just saw might be one of those suppressed monsters, otherwise why would it be chained up? Hurry up!"

Jiang Mu nodded and quickly led the two women onto the platform.

"Don't go...please..."

Just before the formation was activated, the woman's voice rang in Jiang Mu's mind again.

This time, the eerie quality in the voice was gone, leaving only pleading.

Jiang Mu paused, turning back to glance at the empty grotto.

"What are you all standing there for!"

King Shen grabbed Jiang Mu's arm and pulled him toward the center of the formation.

The next moment, the four of them were enveloped in a dazzling silvery-white light, and the space hummed in their ears.

Jiang Mu felt a sudden lightness in her body, and she lost all sense of reality under her feet.

Grottoes, eerie light, array of runes...

Everything is being pulled away rapidly, like a reflection sinking to the bottom of the water.

When Jiang Mu came to her senses, she was already standing on soft mountain soil.

The night breeze carried the bitter scent of grass and trees.

The sky overhead hung low, with a few scattered stars hanging between the clouds.

The outline of the city of Fazhou was faintly visible in the night, and the beacon fires on the city walls were still burning.

"They're finally out!"

The ginseng king grinned widely, revealing a hearty smile.

Jiang Mu and the other two were also delighted.

This brush with death, crossing the Sea of ​​Suffering and venturing to the other side, and almost being crushed into mincemeat by a thirteenth-tier demon, is incredibly lucky to have returned alive. However, Jiang Mu could still hear the sounds of battle.

Every now and then, bursts of light and flame would explode in the direction of the city, illuminating the night sky for a moment before plunging it back into darkness.

Clearly, the siege by the demon army was not over.

"Could it be that Xu Chen hasn't left yet?"

Jiang Mu pondered to himself.

But then I thought about it again and realized that wasn't right.

Tian Wenyuan is dead. The biggest trump card of Fazhou City is gone. With Xu Chen's strength as an eleventh-level demonic cultivator, if he were really determined to massacre the city, he would have already stormed into the inner city by now. How could they still be locked in a stalemate?

"Oh ho? There are still a few survivors here."

Just as I was pondering this, a shout suddenly came from the woods.

A demon leader with a lion's head and a human body burst out of the forest, followed by nearly a hundred lesser demons, who surrounded Jiang Mu and his companions. "What a fresh and tender little girl."

The lion demon leader's beastly eyes swept over Duanmu Li and Lan Rou'er, and he chuckled.

"The King ordered us to patrol the nearby mountains, but we didn't expect to be so obedient. Men, chop up the man, and capture these two girls to roast them. Their skin is so tender, they'll taste delicious."

"roar!"

The surrounding lesser demons raised their weapons and let out excited howls.

"presumptuous!"

King Shen's face darkened, and he let out a stern shout.

This stern shout reached the ears of the little demons like a thunderclap.

The dozens of lesser demons that were about to pounce on them were all blown into clouds of scarlet blood mist, even their bone fragments turning into dust. A gentle breeze blew by, and the blood mist dissipated.

Only the lion demon leader remained in the arena, standing alone in place.

It was holding a large knife in its hand.

But his face was completely filled with blankness and fear.

thump!

The lion demon leader, regaining his senses, collapsed to his knees, slamming his forehead against the ground repeatedly, his face a mess of snot and tears.

"Gods, spare me! Gods, spare me! I was blind and offended you, great god. Please, have mercy and just consider me a fart, and let me go..."

Jiang Mu stepped forward and said coldly, "If you want to live, answer whatever I ask."

"Yes, yes, yes, I will certainly answer all your questions."

The lion demon nodded repeatedly.

After some questioning, Jiang Mu finally figured out the situation outside.

Just as he expected, Xu Chen was not here.

Now, the one leading the siege is another tenth-tier demon king and a high-ranking member of the Red Umbrella Sect.

Because the garrison commander of Yunzhou town was dead, these two were unwilling to retreat in such a disgraceful manner.

They planned to take a gamble and turn their bicycle into a motorcycle, forcibly taking over this city.

However, after Xu Chen disappeared, most of the demon army realized that the wind direction was wrong, and with the support teams from other prefectures' Demon Slaying Divisions arriving at the periphery of the battlefield one after another, they chose to retreat early.

"This demon king, still fighting to the death, is quite bold. What's his name?"

Jiang Mu asked.

The lion demon hurriedly replied, "Reporting to your question, sir, it is... it is the Fallen Soul Corpse Demon King."

"Is it this?"

Upon hearing this, the Ginseng King raised an eyebrow in surprise.

"Wasn't this old bone supposed to be in seclusion deep in the swamp? When the Red Umbrella Cult came to our door this time, it initially only sent a team, but unexpectedly, it actually came in person."

As overlords of the Fallen Soul Swamp, the Ginseng King and the Corpse Demon King usually kept to themselves, each occupying their own territory.

Jiang Mu's lips twitched when he heard "Corpse Demon King".

Previously, he had used the zombie army given to him by Ji Hongyuan to impersonate the zombie demons and carry out backstabbing behind enemy lines, which caused infighting within the demon army.

Fortunately, the Corpse King himself was not present at the time.

Otherwise, if that old monster had caught him on the spot, he would probably have been torn to pieces long ago.

"How many troops do you have in total now?"

Jiang Mu continued questioning.

The lion demon answered honestly:

"More than four thousand elite members of the Corpse Demon Clan have arrived, along with some scattered demon troops like us, totaling about six thousand."

Most of them are currently engaged in fierce fighting outside the city of Fazhou with the Demon Slayer Army that has come to their aid. And a portion…”

The lion demon pointed to a mountain peak in the distance behind him.

"It was led personally by that esteemed figure from the Red Umbrella Sect who went to besiege that mountain."

"Surrounding the mountain?"

Jiang Mu looked puzzled. "Why would we need to encircle a mountain?"

The lion demon leader replied with a bitter face:

"I don't know exactly who they are, but they're pretty weird."

We had several hundred brothers who rushed to the front... many of them died from poisoning before they even saw the man's face.

poison?

Jiang Mu's heart skipped a beat, and an image of a bright and pretty face, always holding various bottles and jars, appeared in her mind.

Little Poison Girl, Chu Lingzhu!

Besides that girl, who else could pull off such a large-scale poisoning operation in the middle of nowhere?

Jiang Mu turned to the Ginseng King and said:

"King Ginseng, please stay here and look after Rou'er and the others. I'll go check out the situation on that mountain."

The ginseng king readily agreed:

"Go ahead. Don't worry, with me here, no one can harm a single hair on their heads."

Deep down, it couldn't wait for Jiang Mu to leave so it could have more time to talk to its sister and maybe even make her feel closer to her brother. If things went well, it would take its sister back to the Fallen Soul Swamp.

With a tenth-level demon king protecting him in his cultivation, wouldn't it be better than spending all his time with this troublesome human boy?

Jiang Mu's demonic energy surged, and the [Demonic Wings] unfolded.

Just before taking off, he casually sliced ​​off the lion demon leader's head with a single stroke.

Then, he leaned close to Duanmu Li and whispered instructions:

"Ah Li, keep a close eye on the Ginseng King. Make sure it doesn't take Rou'er away while I'm away."

Duanmu Li nodded her head vigorously, her eyes resolute.

"Whoosh!"

With a flap of its wings, Jiang Mu transformed into a streak of black light and sped towards the distant mountain peak.

After Jiang Mu's figure disappeared, Duanmu Li turned around.

She walked straight up to the ginseng king.

She tilted her delicate yet aloof face up, her large, dark eyes staring unblinkingly at the other person.

"What are you doing?" King Ginseng asked, looking completely bewildered.

"I'll keep an eye on you!"

Duanmu Li remained expressionless.

King of Ginseng.…………..…”