It turns out I'm a second-generation demon.

Chapter 88 A Hundred Ghosts Dance

Is this girl crazy?

What's with that expression of someone having a wildly imagined orgasm?

Li Xianyu felt that this girl named You Mengyu definitely had personality problems, but since they weren't familiar with each other, he couldn't say anything. During his time in the Bloodline Realm, he had seen all sorts of weirdos, and personality problems were nothing unusual. In the same car, there was another person with a screw loose in the back seat.

"It's a bit far, about a two-and-a-half-hour drive," You Mengyu said, turning on the music and filling the car with a soothing and melodious tune.

"Handsome, you're a newbie, right? I see from your file you're just a trainee. Why are you on this mission with these two senior colleagues?"

Li Xianyu thought for a moment and said, "My special ability is self-healing, which can block knives and bullets in critical moments."

After he finished speaking, he suddenly noticed that You Mengyu's gaze towards him had changed. It was a very complex look, with three parts envy, three parts wariness, three parts excitement, and a hint of recognition as if he had encountered a kindred spirit.

"Is it the kind of superpower that makes you invincible? The kind that won't die unless your head is cut off?" You Mengyu's eyes sparkled. "I think this is the most powerful superpower in the world, but unfortunately I haven't been able to awaken such a power."

"Impressive?" Li Xianyu curled his lip. "It's just tough and can take a beating."

He yearns for powerful superpowers that can shatter mountains with a single punch and split the earth with a single kick. While self-healing is an excellent life-saving ability, it doesn't fit the image of a master in his mind.

You Mengyu's expression was one of fascination: "There's no better superpower than this. You can endure any kind of whipping and torture. If a whip isn't enough, you can switch to a knife; if a knife isn't enough, you can switch to a spiked club. Imagine yourself as a fragile blade of grass, helplessly enduring the ravages of a storm, yet still crying out: 'Let the storm rage on!'... Don't you feel that way too?"

As the woman spoke, she developed an expression of ecstasy, and her legs rubbed together gently.

"Sorry, not at all," Li Xianyu said.

So you're a masochist? I never expected you to be this kind of person, looking at such an energetic and beautiful girl.

He didn't continue talking to You Mengyu. He leaned back in his seat, listened to soothing music, and watched the scenery rushing past the car window. His tense mood gradually relaxed, and he fell asleep without realizing it.

"Ding ding ding..."

A piercing clang of metal rang out.

It's so noisy, who's forging iron?

Li Xianyu opened his eyes in a light sleep. In front of him was a dazzling fire, but the raging charcoal fire could only illuminate an area of ​​a few meters in radius. Beyond that, it was swallowed by darkness.

Two men stood beside the forging table. One had his back to Li Xianyu, while the other's face was visible, illuminated by the glow of the charcoal fire, revealing his handsome features.

Demonic way? !

It is him again!

Am I being dragged into his memories again?

Entering the demon's memories once more, Li Xianyu became even more certain of his guess: the thumb ring must have been an ornament worn by the demon in his lifetime. And for a thumb ring of ordinary quality and not a magic weapon to be valued so much by the Japanese, if he was not mistaken, the thumb ring must contain the demon's lingering resentment.

Of course, it couldn't be a vengeful spirit. If a master like the Demon Daoist were to become a vengeful spirit, the righteous camp led by the Taoist and Buddhist Associations would probably have collapsed.

A team of thousands of people took on a top-tier boss and finally won after suffering heavy casualties. Before everyone could even breathe a sigh of relief, the boss stood up again and said: "Stupid, aren't you? The second half has begun."

Li Xianyu stood at a distance, silently watching the demonic Taoist. It must have been not long since he last met him in Zhongnan Mountain; he was still handsome and young. Yet, it also seemed as if many years had passed, for his temples were now gray and his eyes held a sense of vicissitude.

He was completely different before and after.

What exactly happened between the two sets of memories?

"Ding ding ding..."

The sorcerer wielded an iron hammer, striking the iron ingot with all his might. With each strike, sparks flew, and impurities in the iron ingot were removed.

The iron blank was forged and gradually solidified into a sword embryo, becoming shorter and thinner, its size reduced to less than one-tenth of its original form. However, the demonic cultivator seemed unsatisfied and continued to vigorously swing the iron hammer.

This process lasted for an unknown amount of time. Li Xianyu watched as the demon began to pant heavily, sweat profusely, and tremble convulsively, eventually losing his grip on the fire tongs.

"Liu Ming, get me the fire tongs," the demonic Taoist said breathlessly.

The man, who had been facing away from Li Xianyu, responded and took the fire tongs in place of the demon.

"Liu Ming is a scoundrel..." Li Xianyu couldn't help but blurt out a curse.

Unfortunately, the demonic Taoist and Liu Ming couldn't hear it. Even if these two people from more than half a century ago could hear it, they wouldn't get the point of his criticism.

Li Xianyu watched helplessly as the sword embryo shrank little by little, like an iron wire placed in a raging fire, slowly melting and burning away...

When the iron ingot broke in two, both the demonic Taoist and Liu Ming breathed a sigh of relief, with the latter revealing a delighted smile: "It's done! The Sword of Qi has been successfully forged!"

Sword of Qi?

The next moment, Li Xianyu saw a beam of white light rise from the forging platform, illuminating the entire dark space.

Only then did he realize that he was in a huge cave with a forging table in the center and some everyday furniture and utensils around the edges.

This seems to be a secret base?

After a long time, the white light subsided and condensed, transforming into a weapon resembling a "lightsaber".

The demonic cultivator gripped the lightsaber, staring directly at its blinding light, and said with a sigh of relief, "The essence sword is the most powerful; the intent sword is the most unpredictable; and the qi sword is the most sharp. With the essence, qi, and spirit swords combined, I can finally suppress it. I'm starting to lose control of it; every day I feel like I'm walking on the edge of losing control, and I could be doomed at any moment."

The demonic Taoist took off his Taoist robe, revealing his hideous upper body. His black skin was covered with bright red blood vessels, and something red like magma flowed in the vessels. This mutation had already spread to his neck.

A primal tremor rose within Li Xianyu, his brain frantically sending out danger signals.

What is this?!

The question had barely arisen when he heard the demonic Taoist say in a deep voice, "Throughout my life, I have risen to power because of it, and been controlled by it. Now, I can finally turn the tables on it."

The demonic Taoist raised his lightsaber high and plunged it into the Baihui acupoint on the top of his head. As the lightsaber slowly sank in, a painful roar came from within the demonic Taoist's body. It wasn't his voice, but something inside his body.

Li Xianyu watched as the terrifying blackness receded like a tide, shrinking back into his dantian, and the demon's body returned to normal.

"From now on, Daoist Master, I will have no more worries," Liu Ming said happily.

The demonic cultivator nodded and sighed, "The refined sword is heavy but lacks agility. The intent sword is unpredictable and elusive. The two seem to complement each other, but in reality, their foundations are unstable. Essence, Qi, and Spirit are an integral whole; none of them can be missing. After forging the Qi sword, I have been able to make up for the flaw in my dantian."

"Does the Taoist priest still intend to destroy the Cao family?"

......

The two voices grew softer and softer until Li Xianyu could no longer hear them. The forging platform in front of them began to select and distort, and everything returned to darkness.

Li Xianyu could see his surroundings clearly again and realized he was still in the cave, only now it was daytime instead of night. Two men stood in front of the forging table. Li Xianyu recognized one of them; it was Liu Ming, who had appeared earlier. At this moment, Liu Ming was holding a lightsaber high and roaring as he drove the demonic cultivator's "Sword of Qi" into a ring.

A thumb ring?!

Li Xianyu's expression changed slightly. He focused his attention and examined the ring closely. It was of ordinary quality, resembling both stone and jade, exactly the same as the one on his thumb.

This is the origin of the thumb ring...

The thought had barely formed when a non-human roar echoed through the cave, and filthy black slime splattered from the ring, crawling all over the forging table, with red veins running through it.

It seemed extremely terrified, desperately trying to escape the forging table. But just as it covered the entire forging table and was about to touch the ground, a suction force suddenly appeared in the ring, turning into a vortex. The shocking black slime was sucked into the vortex and disappeared.

Liu Ming and the other man breathed a sigh of relief and collapsed to the ground, utterly exhausted. Then, they took the ring with them and left the "Sword of Qi" on the forging table to seal away the unknown evil spirit.

By this time, the evil Taoist priest should already be dead.

Li Xianyu made his own guess.

"We'll divide the map into two parts; you keep one, and I'll keep the other." Liu Ming took the map out of his pocket. "Our two families will only guard this place; neither of us may return."

Li Xianyu stood to the side, watching Liu Ming tear the map in half.

......

"We're here!" You Mengyu's voice snapped him out of his reverie.

Li Xianyu opened his eyes. Soothing music drifted through the car. The car had already arrived at the entrance of a village. It was already dark, and night had enveloped the village.

"Let's just park outside. Driving in will be too conspicuous and might alert them." You Mengyu turned off the engine. "Xiaoyu shared her location with me. The remnants of the Ancient God Cult have their eyes on a poor guy."

As she spoke, she was about to open the car door.

Just then, a pale human face suddenly appeared outside the car window. It was lying in front of the window, its white eyes staring eerily at the people inside the car.

"Ahhhhhh~" You Mengyu let out a sharp scream, her face instantly flushed red, and her whole body trembled as if in spasms.

"Don't look at it." Li Xianyu pressed her back into her seat and turned her head towards him.

"Perfect! A complete scare, catching you completely off guard and sending chills down your spine. That feeling of a cold wind creeping up your spine is just amazing." You Mengyu lay in the driver's seat, panting softly, a look of utter fascination on her face. "Perfect, perfect score..."

Li Xianyu: "..."

Thunder Valkyrie: "......."

Li Xianyu glanced at Thunder War Maiden: Is it really reliable for the company to send someone like this to assist us?

Thanks to the tacit understanding cultivated over the past few days, Thunder War Maiden forcibly read his eyes and responded: Whether she is reliable or not, I don't know, but I think she will be very effective at crucial moments.

Li Xianyu gave him another look: What do you mean?

Thunder Maiden responded with her eyes: If we encounter danger, we'll throw her out, and she'll shout "Yamete!" while gladly taking the hit.

Li Xianyu: Soga!

After finalizing the plan, Li Xianyu looked around and said, "It seems we are surrounded by vengeful spirits."

Countless vengeful spirits had gathered at the village entrance, some with hideous faces, some with dazed expressions, some crawling on the ground like Sadako, and some hanging in mid-air, each with a different manner of death. Compared to them, the vengeful spirit peeping at them from outside the car window seemed rather innocent.

A hundred ghosts danced wildly.

The chapter thanking the Silver Alliance was deleted again. I posted it three times, and it was blocked every time. I don't know why. This chapter was from yesterday.

(End of this chapter)