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I didn't throw you away, I didn't even touch you, and I've actually repaired quite a few of the cracks on you.
Big brother, sob sob.
Why are you crying again? I haven't scolded you!
Wait, Misha spoke up. The big brother it mentioned might not be you.
Hmm?
Huo Qi replayed all the conversations in his mind and realized that indeed, it was a question that had come up. Excited, he raised his hand and cast another wave of Magic Breath, making the speech clearer.
Who is your big brother? Tell me, maybe I can help you find him.
It's far away, I can't go back.
There must be a direction: southeast, northwest?
East? North? I don't understand.
Sigh, then what does your big brother look like? You must remember that, right?
This time the answer came quickly: just like me!
Just like you? Are you twins?
I don't understand.
What does your big brother do?
Just like you.
Just like me? Do you know what I do?
Always cursing, fierce, killing people, not good. Advising but not listening. Same smell; he smells worse and doesn't take baths.
This time the answers were plentiful, but it also made Huo Qi laugh in anger. I bathe regularly! Where do I smell bad?
Misha observed calmly. Don't rush; he just mentioned killing. Could it be the smell of blood?
Yes, a lot of blood.
Alright then, it's white mist now. Is there anything else?
Big brother said I'm his weakness, his shame. He wants to cut me off and doesn't want me anymore. It hurts so much.
You poor thing; that's really not good. Seeing him about to cry again, Huo Qi hurriedly praised him a bit. But you're quite remarkable! Since you appeared in Dayu, you've fulfilled the wishes of the human race—if not thousands, at least hundreds, right?
When others make wishes, you fulfill them, overflowing with kindness—how does that resemble a demon?
My brother says the same, so don’t count on me. Besides, I’m not that significant; there are many wishes I can’t grant.
With a tone of regret, Huo Qi found himself at a loss for whether to scold or comfort him.
Misha, however, felt a bit more favorable towards him and decided to talk about the Demon Fetus.
The Demon Fetus? What about it?
Why do they want to implant the Demon Fetus into the bodies of humans?
They want children.
But humans and demons are different races.
Aren’t they all lives?
Demons are too powerful; ordinary human bodies can’t bear it.
I have ways to make them behave better. For those humans who are pregnant with a Demon Fetus, I can sense them; they’re all living well, and I often comfort those Demon Fetuses—they won’t cause any trouble.
Huo Qi scoffed, unsure if he was genuinely naive or just pretending to be.
Misha pressed on, asking about the Demon Fetus within His Majesty.
His Majesty? Oh, the king of humans—the one who smells particularly good? I noticed him even before he got close; I really want to take a bite; he must taste delicious.
Ah, wait, how could I eat a human? I must be kind to them; I've done too many evil deeds already—there will be retribution; I have to hold back.
The moment I noticed him, I resolved to fulfill all his wishes, and he truly came before me seeking help.
For thousands of generations, even I find it hard to achieve that; let alone the fragile humans. After thinking it over without any solution, I simply asked and then gifted him our best offspring from our clan.
Wasn’t he asking for thousands of generations? Our lifespan is long and our strength great; helping him continue his cherished Dayu is just perfect!
Misha seized on the inconsistency and immediately countered with a question: Ask? Ask whom? When faced with uncertainty, did you consult your brother?
Um, ah, no, I—
Huo Qi finally realized why there were so many contradictions in him. You’re not being honest; on one hand, you pretend to be kind while on the other you harbor ill intentions! Indeed, demons are inherently cunning; no matter how well they disguise themselves, their true nature will eventually show through.
He felt quite frustrated—his brother wouldn’t let him speak; what should he do now that he had let something slip? He would surely be angry with me.
Huo Qi demanded, Who exactly is your brother?
He was immersed in the emotions of whether his elder brother would forgive him, unable to extricate himself for a long time. Huo Qi wanted to take action, but Misha stopped him, saying there was no need for further words; they would wait for Xiaoxiao to extract his memories.
The Stone Giant's group was less than ten miles from Shengjing City. Due to water level issues, it was inconvenient to continue by water, so they switched back to land travel. The two remained hidden in the mist, with Huo Qi feeling quite confused by the incessant chatter of the Stone Giant. As he dozed off, Misha silently recited the Sutra. Sensing something, she opened her eyes and saw Sang Qingxiao and Qi Xiaomian stepping into the mist.
"Is the journey still smooth?"
"Not really," Huo Qi yawned. "We've been fooled by this guy; we can't tell what's true or false. It's quite dishonest."
"Quickly, proceed with the soul search. Don't worry about the consequences. He’s playing dumb so well that he probably wouldn’t mind becoming a real fool."
Misha carefully explained her conversation with the Stone Giant to Sang Qingxiao, ensuring she had a focal point when reviewing the memories.
As the runes touched the Stone Giant, Sang Qingxiao's expression changed in an instant, revealing surprise and disbelief.
"How is it?"
Huo Qi was eager to know the answer; there weren’t many who could deceive him, and this one had tricked him out of quite a bit of Magic Breath. He wouldn’t let it slide easily.
"Actually, he didn’t really deceive you much."
Huo Qi questioned, "Xiaoxiao, you must be mistaken! His words were contradictory, and he pretended to be foolish. That’s shameful behavior! Yet you say he didn’t deceive us?"
"Most of what he said was true; he just concealed information about his elder brother later on. You can’t blame him for that; after all, they are deeply intertwined."
"You’re defending him!"
"He shares a body with his elder brother; he can’t betray himself. Moreover, he happens to be the good side."
"I don’t quite understand."
Sang Qingxiao sighed, "If I hadn’t seen it with my own eyes, I would find it hard to believe that there could be such operations in spellcasting."
The elder brother she referred to was the evil side of the Entity. When the Entity practiced dark magic, it made little progress for a long time and believed that its remaining goodness was holding it back.
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