Journey to the West: Black Six Ears

It was getting late.

The last ray of light in the clouds was swallowed by the night sky.

The melancholy Silver Horn sat on a rock and drank a mouthful of turbid wine.

"Ahem!"

This turbid wine is mortal wine, and for Silver Horn, who is used to drinking imperial wine from heaven, this wine is really inferior.

Spitting out the wine dregs in his mouth, Ginkaku instinctively blurted out:

"That's awful."

Even so, he still picked up his glass and took another sip.

The issue right now isn't about the drinks, but about our state of mind.

He genuinely wanted revenge.

That guy Sun Wukong shattered all his pride with one blow.

This also fueled a resentment and murderous intent within him that had reached rock bottom.

Normally, Silver Horn would definitely choose to use his magic weapon to change the outcome. No matter how powerful Sun Wukong is, he's just a good boy when facing Laozi's magic weapon.

But magic weapons are ultimately not one's own power.

Even if I killed Sun Wukong, I wouldn't feel any sense of accomplishment.

So when the old lady made this suggestion, Ginkaku was immediately drawn to it.

He wants to become stronger.

This is not just because of Sun Wukong.

Upon returning to heaven in the future, with even greater power, he will also be able to assist Laozi.

Just like this time when he descended to the mortal realm, Laozi entrusted the task to Golden Horn. Silver Horn was merely an accessory to Golden Horn on this trip.

He finds this hard to accept.

This is precisely why they are in such a hurry to attack the pilgrims.

"Will I become stronger if I eat them?"

Silver Horn muttered to himself.

Becoming stronger was simply too appealing to him.

Silver Horn was as if he were poisoned, the words of the Golden-Winged Roc kept replaying in his mind.

Accompanying this was a scene of Sun Wukong wielding his iron cudgel, easily defeating him.

He felt anxious whenever he thought of that scene.

While he was in the sky, he thought he was a genius, wielding the Seven Star Sword with great skill and flair.

None of Laozi's disciples, including the so-called Twenty-Eight Constellations, were his match.

Under such circumstances, he always believed that he was invincible and that even Erlang Shen, the nephew of the Jade Emperor, was no match for him.

That monkey was someone who had been defeated and subdued by Erlang Shen, so in his opinion, he was probably nothing special.

In reality, he couldn't hold on for long and was knocked unconscious after just one exchange.

If he hadn't regained consciousness quickly, he would probably be dead by now.

A profound sense of shock and fear filled his body.

At this moment, the beautiful dream vanished like a bubble, shattered by Sun Wukong.

The enormous cavity made it feel as if a piece of his heart was missing.

To fill this void, Silverhorn needs to find a reason, a reason that can convince himself.

"That's right, it was just a momentary lapse in concentration."

All that was left was anger.

He wanted to prove himself, to prove that he hadn't lost to Sun Wukong, but only to negligence.

If he hadn't been careless, how could the monkey have gotten so close?

As long as you don't get close, no matter how powerful that monkey is, how could it possibly defeat you?

Everything, everything, has only one reason.

That is, he, Silver Horn, was careless for a moment.

"No, it wasn't my fault. That monkey must have used some underhanded methods to affect me."

Silverhorn arrived at this answer.

He slammed the wine bowl down hard, and with a loud crash, the bowl shattered into pieces, spilling the turbid wine all over the ground.

Without hesitation, he stood up, turned around, and walked into the cave.

At this moment, Silverhorn had made up his mind.

Pushing open the door to the Lotus Cave, a dense darkness rushed out with a creak.

"What happened?"

Silver Horn frowned.

Why is it so dark in this cave?

Normally, the torches should already be lit, making the entire Lotus Cave as bright as day.

"Those little monsters must have been slacking off again."

Silverhorn grumbled.

The little monsters in this Lotus Cave are basically all from the same family as Golden Horn and Silver Horn; they're practically relatives, so Golden Horn and Silver Horn rarely bother with them.

However, they were unwilling to do even such a small thing today. Even Jinjiao, who usually didn't care much about formalities, couldn't help but get angry at this moment.

He pointed deep into the Lotus Cave and cursed:

"You lazy good-for-nothings! It's one thing if you don't do anything good normally, but now you're unwilling to even do simple things like cooking. What use are you?"

However, despite Silver Horn's tirade, he still couldn't get a single little demon out of the Lotus Cave.

Seeing this, Silver Horn became even angrier.

He was, after all, the king of Pingdingshan. These little demons were just recruited by the two brothers to maintain their reputation. Now that these guys were no longer willing to maintain their reputation, what use were they?

A fierce glint flashed in Silver Horn's eyes, but he eventually fell silent.

He continued deeper into the area, but soon he caught a whiff of something unpleasant.

He was somewhat familiar with the smell.

"The smell of blood?"

There was no bloody smell in this lotus cave.

Aside from those who are mentally unstable, even demons generally wouldn't choose to live in a place filled with the smell of blood.

The taste was incredibly sour and refreshing.

Therefore, Lotus Cave is usually relatively clean and has a faint medicinal fragrance.

"Could it be that some little demon ate some wild beast outside and didn't clean itself properly?"

This has happened once before.

Back when the clever insect was still alive, it liked to hunt and eat wild game whenever it had free time.

"Where have all the people gone? Where have they all gone?"

Silver Horn shouted angrily and rushed inside.

The further they went in, the darker it became. In the thick darkness, it seemed as if people with indistinct faces were standing. He reached out and stroked Silver Horn's body.

The icy sensation instantly seeped through his clothes and penetrated straight into his flesh.

The pungent smell of blood did not diminish with prolonged exposure; instead, it grew increasingly intense.

With each step Silverhorn took, he felt as if he were in the deep sea, unable to breathe.

This place was completely different from its usual bustling atmosphere; it was practically deathly still.

Apart from the sound of Silver Horn's footsteps, all that could be heard was the dripping sound of water droplets.

"Water droplets?"

Silver Horn felt something was strange.

This Lotus Cave on Pingdingshan Mountain isn't the kind that's at the foot of the mountain, but rather located near the summit.

There is basically no water in this area unless it rains.

The weather has been quite nice these past few days, with clear skies and no rain, so there shouldn't be any noise coming from inside the cave.

Silverhorn felt increasingly uneasy; it seemed as if something was moving in the darkness.

The feeling of unease grew stronger; it seemed as if something else had appeared in the darkness of Lotus Cave in Pingdingshan.

Those things, like snakes, gradually coiled around Silverhorn's body.

Starting from the ankles, the slippery feeling gradually turned sticky.

It felt like snakes were wrapped around my legs, layer upon layer, hanging on my body, their cool and sticky sensation seeping into every corner of my body.

It penetrates every part of the body, from limbs to bones.

Silverhorn quickened his pace, trying to shake off the snakes.

But the further he went in, the clearer this feeling became.

Before he even realized what was happening, the snake had already crawled to his heart.

The malice circulating is deeply unsettling.

"Brother! Golden Horn!"

To scare away the snakes, Silver Horn thumped his abdomen and squeezed out a hoarse sound from deep in his throat.

His voice echoed through the darkness, perhaps carrying far, but received no response whatsoever.

What happened?

Silverhorn quickened his pace and rushed into the depths of the cave.

This is the place where he usually drinks with Jinjiao.

And the sound of dripping water was coming from this place.

liqueur?

No, there's no aroma of wine here.

The lingering smell here is still that of blood.

This time, Silver Horn finally understood how that sound was made.

"Golden Horn!"

It turned out that the person slumped on that stone chair was none other than Jinjiao, whom he knew very well.

The so-called dripping sound came from Jinjiao's body.

Only then did he realize that it wasn't the sound of dripping water at all, but clearly the sound of a cut wound bleeding!

Silver Horn immediately pounced forward.

However, the next moment, a strong sense of crisis came from behind.

He quickly turned his head and saw none other than the Golden-Winged Roc with a fierce and cruel face!

At this moment, Silver Horn finally realized it.

"I see, that snake was fear."