My mom is waiting for treatment, and you're summoning me to be a hero?

"Let me go back! Now! Immediately! Right now!"

Lin Mo's rationality completely collapsed when he heard Yin Xue's arrogant laughter.

He took a sudden step forward and precisely grabbed the little demon king who was floating in the air.

His palm-sized body looked so fragile in his blood-stained hands.

Lin Mo used almost all his strength to shake his arms frantically.

Yin Xue was shaken around like a little rag doll, making him dizzy and disoriented, his wings drooping.

"Cough... Let... Let go!"

Yin Xue's face turned red from being pinched, and she kicked her limbs wildly, struggling to pat Lin Mo's fingers.

"There...there's a way back! I said there's a way!"

That last sentence instantly extinguished Lin Mo's partially out-of-control anger.

He paused, then released his grip.

Yin Xue fell to the ground with a thud and coughed violently, clutching his neck.

The little wings flapped weakly: "Cough cough..."

Lin Mo looked down at him, his eyes as cold as two pieces of iron: "Speak! What's the plan? If you dare to lie to me again..."

"I'm not lying to you this time!"

After catching his breath, Yin Xue, though still dissatisfied, softened his tone considerably.

She flew up slightly, maintaining a safe distance that Lin Mo couldn't reach.

"Since I am the Demon King, in my prime I was capable of going toe-to-toe with the gods! Tearing through space and sending you back to your original world is theoretically entirely possible!"

"You?" Lin Mo made no attempt to hide his suspicion as his gaze swept over her petite figure.

"With your current abilities, what strength do you have?"

Yin Xue's face flushed instantly, as if he'd been stepped on: "That's because I've just been resurrected! My soul is still divided and sealed in churches all over the world! This is just a tiny, insignificant part of me! Once I regain my full power..."

"How long will it take?"

Lin Mo interrupted her and asked the most crucial question directly.

Yin Xue tilted his head and pretended to think for a moment: "Hmm... if we upgrade step by step, it will probably take a few hundred years, right? If we're lucky, maybe three hundred years will be enough."

"Several hundred years?!"

Lin Mo's eyes instantly reddened again, and he stepped forward as if to grab her again.

"Wait, wait, wait!"

Startled, Yin Xue quickly retreated, flapping his wings rapidly.

"That's normal! A clumsy method! There's a shortcut!"

She quickly said, "As long as you establish a soul connection with me, we can share power! The stronger you become, the faster my recovery will be! It's a win-win situation!"

Lin Mo forced himself to calm down again, staring at her: "How long will that take? I need a specific goal!"

Seeing that he seemed inclined to continue the conversation, Yin Xue grew bolder.

He flew closer, chuckling, "That depends on your own abilities. Listen, once you reach level 20, I can give you a glimpse of your original world. If your level exceeds 100, I can briefly tear through space, allowing you to return for a short while!"

At this point, she seemed to see the doubt in Lin Mo's eyes, and quickly held up two fingers and pointed to the sky to swear: "I swear I'm not lying to you this time. You'll know once our souls are connected."

Lin Mo frowned and pondered as he looked at her.

Take a look... and go back briefly...

This is at least a glimmer of hope.

Thinking this, he carefully examined the little guy who called himself the Demon King: "Then why did you trick me into killing someone?"

Yin Xue shrugged, a rare serious expression on his face: "I was defeated by the hero before, and my soul was sealed in churches all over the continent by those damned servants of the church."

At this point, she curled her lip and revealed a cunning smile: "But my ability is to manipulate blood. As long as there is a large amount of blood in the church, my soul can be revived. What you see now is just a small fragment of my soul."

Lin Mo remained silent for a moment.

He didn't trust this little devil who talked big, but at this moment, she was the only straw he could grasp that connected him to going home.

"it is good."

Lin Mo made a decision.

"Help me go back, I'll do anything—murder, arson, massacre—but if you lie to me again..."

He grabbed Yin Xue's small body and stared intently into her eyes.

"Even if I burn my own soul, I will make you disappear completely."

This is not a threat, it is a statement.

Even Yin Xue, the former Demon King, was startled by Lin Mo's gaze.

Yin Xue swallowed hard: "I have one more small condition—"

"explain."

"You must help me find all the scattered fragments of my soul so that I can be completely resurrected! Only in my complete form will I have the power to send you back forever!"

"Can."

Lin Mo answered crisply and decisively.

Now that he has embarked on this path, he doesn't mind having one more goal.

"happy!"

Yin Xue cheered and broke free of Lin Mo's palm, her small body radiating a faint dark red light.

She flew to Lin Mo's forehead, stretched out her little hand, and touched his brow.

A strange energy, both cool and hot, surged into Lin Mo's mind through the point of contact.

It was as if some invisible thread had briefly connected their consciousnesses.

The whole process lasted less than three seconds before the sensation disappeared.

[Soul connection established]

A vague feeling arose in Lin Mo's mind.

He could vaguely sense the presence of Yin Xue.

At the same time, I realized that what she had just said was true and she wasn't lying.

At the same time, Yin Xue also sensed Lin Mo's urgency. In his current state, he was capable of anything, not just murder and arson, but even massacring an entire city.

Once the connection was complete, Lin Mo bent down and picked up the blood-stained, slightly damaged longsword from the ground.

According to the priest, this weapon will accompany the hero as he grows.

This is the only weapon I can use right now.

Yin Xue flapped its wings and circled the so-called Holy Armor of Light with disdain.

She wrinkled her little nose: "Hmph, this is a piece of junk made by the church, mixed with a little bit of shimmering silver, and they dare call it holy armor? Throw it away, throw it away!"

She flew to Lin Mo, waved her small hand, and a dark red energy gathered in her palm.

It exuded an aura more chilling than all the weapons in the church combined.

"If you follow me, the Demon King, would I let you use this trash?"

Yin Xue raised his chin triumphantly.

"I'll give you something even better!"