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"How about a touch?"
In the more advanced courses of later generations, there are experiments on dissecting Evil Spirits. It is said that those lying on the dissection table are all evil demons, though no one has confirmed this; they just say it is so.
In any case, while there have been a few opportunities to witness the dissection of demons, very few have seen the dissection of devils.
This rare opportunity was something Sang Qingxiao truly did not want to miss.
With determination, her fingers, which were inching closer to the Remains, stopped trembling. Driven by the desire to get her money's worth, she boldly rubbed a few times.
In the end, she remarked, "It's really smooth."
Smooth was a feeling; slippery referred to the surface sensation. As Sang Qingxiao savored it, she discovered that beneath the surface of the Remains lay two forces: one was an inward pulling force, and the other was an outward invasive force.
Danger!
Sang Qingxiao quickly withdrew her hand but maintained a cheerful demeanor as she said, "Senior is truly generous, with such a broad mind."
The Remains laughed heartily and even reached out to pat Sang Qingxiao on the head.
Sang Qingxiao restrained her impulse to flee and allowed him to touch her. This action added a few more layers of affection from the Remains towards her.
However, remaining still was extremely dangerous; if the other party harbored even a hint of malice, the pulling and invasive forces in his bones could destroy her brain in an instant, leading to her peaceful demise.
Truly worthy of being the Demon King!
Sang Qingxiao felt that even if she exerted all her strength, at best she could only escape with injuries. This was under the condition that he was merely the Remains; if faced with Huo Qi at full strength, she felt she had no chance at all.
As long as he bore no ill will towards her, being obedient and compliant was always wise.
Sang Qingxiao wanted to know what his current situation was but felt it inappropriate to ask directly, so she exchanged glances with Qi Xiaomian.
However, Qi Xiaomian chose to reminisce first, trying to establish rapport while also gauging the other's temperament. After all, he had once been the God of Killing Huo Qi and later became the Demon King Huo Qi.
"Huo, Senior, did you save me?"
The Remains nodded slightly.
"Is it that you cannot speak?"
The Remains nodded again.
"Was it you who infused the Magic Breath into my body? Was this your way of saving me?" Qi Xiaomian recounted the past with gratitude, and received affirming answers. "I remember that when I was tormented by the Magic Breath and on the verge of giving up, you intervened to help me, clarifying its effects and teaching me how to cultivate."
"I still recall hearing a voice guiding me, allowing me to turn danger into safety time and again. Was that voice yours?"
Remains nodded, then shook their head.
"I don't quite understand."
Remains stood still.
"Could you write it down for me?" Qi Xiaomian asked.
Remains straightened up and used their toe to scratch a sentence in the ground. There were too many words; they couldn't write it all and didn't want to continue.
Uh, communication is difficult.
Seeing that the other party was patient, Qi Xiaomian continued, "Is your soul still present?"
Remains nodded.
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