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“Void Four Trials one, the Soul Devouring Insects Surround.” Xiao Yin said quietly.
“It looks really disgusting. What are they?” I couldn't help but feel a bit nauseous.
A mass of white objects rushed towards us, and upon closer inspection, they were strips of flesh-colored Little Bug. There was nothing particularly special about them, except for the pair of fangs protruding from their mouths that seemed out of place.
“Don't underestimate them. Once they touch you, you'll be instantly devoured, and there won't be anything left.”
“Is it really that exaggerated? With your defense, how can you deal with them?”
“Useless.”
“…”
“Xi Meng, I told you before, you've picked up a big trouble.”
“…sigh, but it seems there's no other way now.”
At that moment, the Northern King was like a glowing entity, effortlessly attracting my gaze. If there were others here, they would probably react the same way as I did.
The Northern King's black hair seemed full of life, dancing to some melody. His black gemstone eyes glimmered with a ghostly silver light. The originally perfect Northern King appeared to have broken free from some constraints, especially with those nearly transparent wings that looked dreamlike. And those pointed ears were particularly striking.
This feeling seemed somewhat familiar; he reminded me of someone I hadn't thought of in a long time… Prisoner.
“What is that?!”
I noticed that something seemed to appear in the Northern King's hand—was it a flower?!
In my memory, there was also such a person who had a mysterious flower capable of breaking everything; he was very powerful and was a Wild Ghost…
Northern King, Prisoner, Wild Ghost—they seemed to share some commonality, yet they were clearly three individuals that could not possibly be related.
“I told you, he is not simple at all. This is bad. Xi Meng, do you know what you've kept by your side?!”
"I think I'm a bit confused right now."
"Oh my god, everything I see is fake, fake."
...
"Lord of All Demons, please awaken from your slumber, rescue your people, accept the summons, and awaken once more..."
I couldn't hear everything that Northern King said, but it was likely just this. He was summoning someone, and the black flower in his hand emitted a strong light. The blinding brightness made everything in front of me blur, and I couldn't see anything clearly.
"You can open your eyes now, Xi Meng."
The voice of Northern King was very close to me. I slowly opened my eyes and found him smiling right in front of me, very close.
"You—"
"Are you scared?"
"Although I don't want to admit it... yes."
"Do you know what I am?"
"Maybe, I'm just guessing, not sure."
"I told you, I won't hurt you," Northern King said with a smile.
"Okay then, tell me directly what your identity is."
"...I am a demon."
Although I had guessed a little, hearing Northern King say it made it hard for me to calm down. I even felt as if I was being suffocated, struggling to breathe.
How is that possible? Didn't the prisoner say that demons were hidden from the world? Also, how could the Southern King and Northern King from hell be demons? Aren't demons supposed to be an immortal race? How could they come to hell?!
"You are still afraid of me, aren't you?"
“……”
As the Yama Queen said, the demon race is indeed a terrifying species. The emergence of the demon race has brought about a catastrophe in the underworld. So, does their appearance also signify that another disaster is imminent? The appearance of demons always implies misfortune.
“Have you eliminated all those Soul-Eating Insects?”
“Yes.” And it was quite easy.
“What was that flower you were holding just now?”
“Every member of the demon race has a flower; it is our symbol, much like the inner core or the human Heart. The reason I belong to the Undying Clan is because of the protection of this flower, which never withers.”
“Then, have you ever seen a seven-colored flower?”
“Heh, impossible. The colors are always singular; they cannot be multicolored. Like mine, it is a Black Chrysanthemum.”
Well, perhaps I was overthinking it. That Seven-Colored Flower might just be a special weapon of a wild ghost; how could it possibly be related to demons?
“Now, can you tell me your story? Since I already know your identity, there’s no need to hide anything.” I sighed.
It’s always like this; everything happens so suddenly that you are caught off guard and unable to extricate yourself from the situation.
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