How to capture the system fairies as wives

Yu Xiang turned her head away expressionlessly, and said stiffly: "Don't worry. I'm tired of hearing you say this every day. I won't forget it."

The man nodded slowly, turned his head and looked around the hall that had been decorated, and suddenly smiled.

"What are you laughing at?" Yu Xiang looked at him.

"Do you know who this underworld sacrifice is for?"

Of course Yu Xiang shook her head. She was not interested in magic things, so naturally she would not try to understand them.

"He is the first Eternal Demon Lord."

The man said slowly: "He once shared the immortal cultivation world with the then world-famous Tai Gu Xian Zun, which made the magic path reach its heyday."

"But in the end, he just died in depression. It's really sad."

Yu Xiang frowned, not knowing what he wanted to say.

"...That's all."

The Eternal Demon Lord waved his hand and said, "Go back and rest early. You must attend the Netherworld Sacrifice tomorrow morning."

"understood."

Yu Xiang curled her lips and slowly left the hall.

The hall returned to darkness and silence. The man returned to the throne, his face still calm and composed.

...I wonder if that little bug will bring some fun to tomorrow's funeral.

The corners of the man's mouth curled up slightly.

-

Chen Yin, disguised as Zhao Han, searched with other demon disciples for several hours before he received the order to stop searching and return to his room to rest.

When he returned to the room, he felt more and more that the intruder who sneaked in secretly was not him and Luoluo Qingying.

"...I hope it won't be what I expected. Otherwise, I'll have a lot of work to do."

Thinking of this, Chen Yin simply lay down with his head back and fell into a deep sleep.

He slept until early the next morning when he was awakened by the noisy noise outside the door.

"Why is it so noisy..." When he came out of the room rubbing his eyes, he saw that the originally deserted main altar corridor was now crowded with people moving forward in an orderly manner.

Their clothes were strange and eye-catching, like some kind of ancient witchcraft ritual clothes, with scary masks on their faces, and they held various torches, drums and some kind of totems in their hands.

As they walked, they kept muttering something that Chen Yin couldn't understand, like some kind of prayer.

Chen Yin was stunned for a moment. He had no idea how to handle such a big event all at once.

...Is this the funeral sacrifice?

It’s much more grand and lively than I imagined.

So Chen Yin planned to blend into the crowd and follow the flow as usual.

But at this moment, he turned his head inadvertently and saw a person not far away, which almost caused him to have a cardiac arrest.

...Big Sister?!

Sixty-nine, Brother, I am here to take you home

The eldest senior sister at this time was also wearing that kind of gorgeous witch robe, which made her figure look extremely graceful and attractive. The mysterious and graceful mask on her face made her look even more hazy and intoxicating.

This outfit makes her look full of a hazy and mysterious beauty.

But no matter how beautiful it was, Chen Yin had no intention of appreciating it at this moment.

He immediately blended into the crowd, slowly moved to Shen Shuanglian's side, and whispered:

"Big Sister!? What are you doing here?"

When Shen Shuanglian heard the voice transmission, she looked around suddenly and saw Chen Yin, who lowered his head and took off his mask. A hint of surprise flashed in her eyes.

"You are indeed here."

"Didn't I tell you that this place is not safe and you should leave early?"

"…But I'm worried about you." She said softly.

Chen Yin sighed depressedly.

really.

I thought she would be obedient, but it seems I was overthinking it.

"Oh, you, can't you give me some peace of mind?"

Shen Shuanglian bit her red lips lightly, and looked at him with her sparkling eyes flickering.

Chen Yin originally wanted to find an opportunity to see if he could send Shen Shuanglian out, but now both of them had been squeezed into the middle of the team by the crowd, and it was not easy to get out, so they could only move forward with the crowd.

"Do you know where they're going next?"

"The main altar hall. That's where the funeral ceremonies are held."

As the long crowd slowly moved, Chen Yin took the opportunity to constantly remind Shen Shuanglian:

"For a while, you stay by my side and don't run around. Got it?"

"The leader of the Demonic Path is very likely also a great power in the Taiqing Realm. If you are discovered, it will be difficult for me to save you."

"I don't need your help. I can take care of myself." Shen Shuanglian retorted somewhat angrily.

"Do you really have to go against me?"

Chen Yin looked helpless. While no one was paying attention, he suddenly reached out and pinched Shen Shuanglian's waist.

"……Well!!"

Shen Shuanglian immediately suppressed a moan and her cheeks turned red.

"What are you doing..." she asked somewhat embarrassedly.

"Punishment for disobedience."

Chen Yin said unhappily.

"Why...are you so childish?"

"Isn't it the same for you?"

The two of them were arguing in low voices, and before they knew it, they had arrived at the entrance of the hall of the underworld sacrifice.

At the door, the crowd finally stopped and began to pray something towards the door of the hall.

"...That." Shen Shuanglian, who had been silent all the time, suddenly spoke.

"Ok?"

"If you enter the hall soon, you...don't get too excited."

Shen Shuanglian struggled for a long time before taking a deep breath and deciding to tell Chen Yin the truth:

"In fact, your junior sister is the current Saint of the Demonic Path!"

She finished speaking in one breath and then waited quietly for Chen Yin's reaction.

But surprisingly, Chen Yin's expression did not change at all. Instead, he stared at her for a long time before slowly squeezing out a sentence:

"……That's it?"

Shen Shuanglian was stunned for a moment.

"A-Aren't you surprised?"

"Girl, you couldn't have come in with me because you were afraid that I would be upset and worried when I saw that the little junior sister you've been thinking about is actually the Saint of the Demonic Path, right?"

Chen Yin couldn't help but sigh slightly: "I already knew about this."

"Including Yin Mengwan, who is my junior sister."

"I've known this for a long time."

Shen Shuanglian was in a daze for a long time before slowly lowering her eyes.

"So... you knew about this a long time ago when you took action at the Fairy Conference."

Her eyes looked a little lonely, and there was a hint of frustration.

It turns out that all this time I had been just being childish and wishful thinking.

He actually didn't need his help at all.

Chen Yin saw her expression and couldn't bear to blame her, so he could only say softly:

"But thank you anyway. I'm really touched by your kindness."

Shen Shuanglian didn't say anything. Her wet eyes looked like they had been drenched in water.

At this moment, the door of the hall creaked and slowly opened. The crowd began to surge again.

"We'll talk about that later."

Chen Yin gently held Shen Shuanglian's hand: "Next, follow me closely and don't get lost."

Shen Shuanglian felt the warm and generous touch on her fingertips. She was dazed for a moment, and then he gently pulled her forward.

The crowd moved slower than expected.

A large number of demon disciples slowly walked into the hall, and then lined up on both sides in a very orderly manner.

Chen Yin and Shen Shuanglian hid in the crowd, hiding without saying a word, only paying attention to the surrounding situation out of the corner of their eyes.

At the front of the hall, Chen Yin noticed two people.

One was Xiang'er, who was dressed in plain clothes. She was sitting next to the main seat, holding a teacup and playing with it boredly, with a look of fatigue on her face.

The other one was the man sitting upright on the main seat.

After just a quick glance, Chen Yin felt an extremely uncomfortable aura from the man.

…turbulent and bloody, as if an endless sea of ​​corpses and blood were lurking in his calm gaze.

Is he the leader of the evil sect?

Chen Yin just glanced at it briefly and then looked away, not wanting to create any more trouble at such a critical juncture.

Soon, as the queue was arranged, a person who looked like a priest walked to the front of the hall and read aloud:

"When one person dies, a hundred ghosts are eliminated."

"The Ten Thousand Nights Underworld Festival begins now!"

Suddenly, dim candlelight lit up around the hall. Two rows of people in strange clothes walked to the front of the hall and began to dance rhythmically with wonderful rhythm.

The demonic monks on both sides also began to chant in harmony.

Chen Yin turned his head and found that he was surrounded by demon cultivators on all sides. It would be too conspicuous to move at this time, so he simply did nothing and just enjoyed the ritual song and dance that was similar to a religious dance with great interest.

The sacrifice was long and solemn, and the rhythmic dance seemed to have a strange beauty, which was pleasing to the eye.

Chen Yin watched the dance quietly and attentively.

Beside him, Shen Shuanglian had no interest in the beautiful dance.

She lowered her head slightly, and her eyes inadvertently glanced at Chen Yin beside her.

There was low and solemn harmonious chanting all around her, and she was wearing a gorgeous sacrificial dress.

She suddenly thought the scene was beautiful.

It’s just like the romantic and beautiful scene in the TV dramas I watched when I was a kid, where couples wore white wedding dresses and solemnly exchanged the rest of their lives in the church.

The ignorant little girl at that time was always infected by the happy smile of the bride in the picture, and fantasized whether one day in the future she would meet someone who would hold her hand and lead her into this sacred place.

That should be the happiest thing.

She held Chen Yin's hand and squeezed it slightly.

"...What's wrong?" Chen Yin turned his head and whispered with concern.

"……nothing?"

Shen Shuanglian pursed her lips and then smiled at him gently.

Chen Yin was startled. He rarely saw Shen Shuanglian smile.