Chapter 33 Demon

In the cave, the laughter of the domestic slave suddenly stopped, and even Bata's ferocious smile turned into shock, because he felt great fear for a moment. The weak southern child in front of him, the purple-blue swelling on his cheeks was still clear, and the blood flowed from the corners of his mouth. His right hand was nailed to the ground by a cloud knife, and blood sprayed out along the blood tank, but how much blood did the child have in his body? At this time, the ground of the whole cave is stained red by children's blood, and this is a dry gravel land that is easy to absorb water. Can a person dye more than a dozen tent-sized ground red blood? What's more, a thin child?

The child has not struggled much since just now. He was so weak that he leaned against the wall of the cave, allowing Bata to twist the knife nailing his hand without struggling and trembling at all, as if he were dead... But Bata has always felt the child's pulsbeat heart rate, as if the whole cave was full of it. The sound of the child's heartbeat. His slightly closed eyes revealed a faint red light, but Bata never noticed it.

Bata was really scared, as if this powerless southern child would suddenly turn into a dragon and swallow him. He loosened the knife nailed to Ye Xingchen's right hand and slowly stepped back two steps, looking very ugly. He turned around and said to a domestic slave, "Do you go up and see if he is dead?"

The domestic slave nodded tremblingly and slowly moved forward. He walked forward step by step, stepping on the fine sand and making a rustle sound like crushing human bones. Every step down, the sand will be crushed to ooze bright red blood. He stood in front of the child and trembled so much that he flicked his hand under the nose of Ye Xingchen. How he wished that this ominous and terrible boy had died, and then they quickly left this damn place.

It was only an inch away from the smooth and white face of the night stars. Suddenly, a scarlet blood-like light flashed in front of his eyes, and the child's closed eyes suddenly opened - the whole eyes were hot scarlet red, not only the pupils, but also the white eyes turned blood red. His slender stag's neck slowly appeared mysterious charms, like terrible ghost charms. The black ink runes slowly climbed up along the child's neck and slowly covered his whole face, as mysterious and mysterious as a totem that had passed away in ancient times.

The slave's eyes widened in horror. He was as if he saw the most terrible thing, but he couldn't shout, and his throat seemed to be blocked...

"Take your dirty hands away..." Ye Xingchen slowly stood up, and his bright red lips spit out these words indifferently.

The slave watched the child stand up and saw that his skin was covered with runes, and his face and hands were full of charms. The child's eyes were red, as if there was blood to drip out. Suddenly, the child smiled, and a cruel smile appeared at the corners of his mouth. He slowly raised his hand, pointed to the domestic slave who dared to touch him, and said coldly, "Do you want to die so much?" When he spoke, the sound was like the roaring wind and snow, cold and cold... The temperature of the whole cave was falling, like a cold ice cave.

Night Xingchen's throat made a giggle, which was as evil and terrible. Although his scarlet eyes could not see any look, the cruel joke was clear at a glance.

The domestic slave finally called out because of the severe pain all over his body - the blood of his body seemed to be frozen. I don't know when a pile of huge and bright ice appeared on his chest, like a turbulent ice and snow lotus, sharp and hard petals crowded out of his chest, and his internal organs Hanging on the ice like a diamond, with a rolling heat...

Every inch of his skin was pierced, as if a sea thorny sea urchin in his body was about to pierce his skin. He wanted to shout like a roar, but on his exposed neck, the Adam's apple shook up and down, and immediately a beautiful ice flower struggled out of his throat. The ice pierced his trachea without making a sound. Suddenly, his body rose up - the ground was like an ice-carved tree, and the thick icicle of his arms pierced up from the ground, winding around the slave's body. The ice pierced his body like soft, winding through his body without hindrance, growing sharp branches...

What an absurd and terrible scene... The ice cream runs through the body of the domestic slave like a soft snake. His flesh and blood are full of sharp ice lotus, and the gorgeous ice cream is hung with plasma and minced meat, as well as soft and fresh internal organs...

Two sharp and bright ice flowers were also pierced in the slave's eyes, and the transparent blood-stained ice edges were densely pierced at his body. The whole person was supported by the ice edges with thick arms, and the ice edges that pierced into his body bent his waist into a terrible arc. His mouth was opened in horror, his face was facing up, and his arms were also raised flat through the ice edges, like the best of sacrifice.

What kind of means is this? What kind of means is this? The domestic slaves and Bata around them were all in great panic. What an absurd dream? Only by understanding what is happening in front of us as a dream can it not be so absurd and terrible! But this real blood happened in front of their eyes...

They turned their eyes from the killed domestic slave to the thin night stars - is this still the exquisite and beautiful child? His whole body was full of dense rune ghost paintings, his eyes were red as if they were bleeding, the bright red corners of his mouth showed a cruel smile, and his teeth were white.

"Monster...this is a monster..." Bata shouted, and his voice full of fear didn't sound like his own. He raised his knife tremblingly, looked left and right at the trembling domestic slave, and roared, "Let's kill him together. There are many of us. We must not let go of this monster..."

The slaves looked at each other and nodded. Are they really so many that more than 30 people can't beat a bare-handed little boy?

"Ah--" I don't know who shouted, and the domestic slaves with knives roared and rushed to the night stars one after another. A cold wind suddenly surged in the cave, like the most terrible wind and snow raging in the cave. The night stars did not dodge and stood like that. His scarlet eyes were swollen and lost the last trace of humanity, and the charms made him look like a fierce god.

It began to freeze from the ground under his feet, and the transparent ice cream spread around the sand. A domestic slave was the fastest. He raised his knife and roared boldly and hit the child's head. When he saw it, his whole body froze - an ice vine with thick arms grew on the frozen ground in an instant, and the sharp ice was densely wrapped through his calf, cutting him inch by inch along the flesh and blood. The body. The ice vine seemed to absorb the blood in his body and spread and grow inch by inch. A sharp and cold ice lotus grew out of the slave's lower abdomen. The broken stomach hung on the ice with a trace of heat. The plasma flowed down the ice and soon solidified on it. The ice was not so transparent, but Because the bright redness of plasma is more cruel and gentle...

Like the domestic slave just now, his body was stabbed and rose into mid-air, and the ice vines penetrated and grew in his body, piercing his skin and flesh to open a sharp and beautiful snow lotus. The broken meat, organs, and plasma were scattered along the crystal ice and soon froze, as if the body was growing in the ice vines...

This process only for a moment, and all the people who roared and killed the night stars stopped. Their knives were raised above their heads and they couldn't step forward. Those two bloody ice vines are examples...

The domestic slaves looked at the night stars with fear and lost their last courage. The impact of such a horrible and cruel way of killing is unparalleled on their worldview. I'm used to seeing the cold blade cut into the body and the blood flowing from the edge of the knife, but this nightmare way of killing is bloody in front of them, and their courage as warriors has been disintegrated into powder...

"Escape! Call someone to surround and kill this demon..." A domestic slave rolled and crawled to the mouth of the cave, his voice trembled, and his words could not bite accurately.

"Do you think you can run away?" Ye Xingchen twisted a violent smile at the corners of his mouth, his eyes narrowed, and a sharp red light came out of his eyes. He raised his arms violently, and a fierce wind and snow broke out centered on his body. The cold wind raged in the cave, and the wind and snow mixed with ice to hit the rock wall and made a knife-like sound. Night Star suddenly raised his head and roared loudly, "None of you can run away..."

Suddenly, the top of the cave seemed to have been smashed by a giant. The night stars with spells pointed to the sky, and a thick icicles with several people hugged grew out. The icicles were rising at an incredible speed, opening a gap in the top of the cave, and the gravel was swept up by the strong wind and snow that erupted from him. Through the huge gap, the dark moonless sky is as heavy as ink, as if Tengri's face has been blinded behind the scenes.

More than 30 domestic slaves and Bata found that the blood in their bodies seemed to freeze little by little, and their muscles also became stiff. There seems to be something sharp and hard all over the body to tear through the skin and rush out...

For a moment, the cave was full of sad screams and raging wind and snow...

Chi Nasi, the king's big account.

Chi Nasi's wolf teeth lifted the curtain and strode in. His face was so gloomy that he said to the king, "There is no whereabouts..." He looked at Su He and Alatancang and handed over an inquiring look.

The two just shook their heads slightly, indicating that they had achieved nothing.

The king's face became more and more ugly, and he said coldly, "Have you finished searching the tents of the nobles?"

"Yes, including the tents of slaves under their name have not been let go, as long as the place where a person can be hidden has been searched." Su and Saihan nodded and said.

"Will it be hidden in the tent of ordinary herdsmen, or it has been killed..." Alatan eagle's hoarse voice said gloomyly.

"Do you want to search for herdsmen's tents one by one? There are nearly one million people in the Chinasi Department... It is useless to launch all the troops one by one, and the greater the movement, the greater the possibility of being detected!" Su He's voice trembled.

"If that child dies, he must find his body and confirm that he is dead, so that he can relax, but my great future will be broken like this!" The big shaman in the corner of the tent where he had never spoken sighed and said that his old face was very complicated, regretful, hateful, angry, or deeply regretful.

At that moment, Zaerhua felt that the big shaman was a little pitiful. The old man has been crazy all his life, but with the two southerners, Ye Xingchen and Shen Fanshuang, coming to the grassland, the big shaman's whole body is energetic and no longer so drunk as mud all day long... And the unknown side of the big shaman slowly revealed, ambition, wisdom, force, lofty eyes... These are all old The leader has never been shown. If there is no Night Star Association and Shen Fanshuang, will the old man bring his unknown side into the grave forever? Zaerhua suddenly thought of this.

"There is another possibility that the people of the Azlan department did it. But how can the people of Azislan know the secret of the night stars? General Suhe said.

"Yumeng · Erdun engraving map. Perhaps it was the girl who said that she was also present when Xingchen cut off Huza Tatamu's arm more than half a month ago. Alatancang said gloomily, "At that time, I wanted to kill her..."

"Yumeng Erdun Ketu will not be such a girl. The Lion King Er Dun Ketu Khan loves his daughter very much, but he will not listen to her daughter, let alone take a girl's words seriously. I understand this." The king said in a low voice. When he said this, several generals were stunned. They never knew that the king knew so much about the Great Khan of Erdun, and they always thought they were sworn enemies.

"Who on earth did it with the night stars?" Zerhua muttered to herself that the obscene appearance of the owner of the Hulutai family couldn't help but flash in his mind, and his eyes became more and more gloomy.

"King..." Suddenly, a samurai was shouting outside the tent. A samurai rushed in, knelt down with the strength of running, wiped the ground for a distance before stopping, kowtowing and gasping.

The costume of a samurai is obviously not naked, and the ferocious lion face on his chest has exposed his identity. He gasped and said, "The villain is from the Department of Azeslan, the prince of Yumeng, who is a warrior, and is sent by His Royal Highness Prince Suzile and Ke of your ministry. There is the sword of His Royal Highness as evidence!" With that, the warrior took out a luxuriously decorated knife from his arms, raised his hands above his head and presented it in front of the king. Zha Erhua strode forward, took the knife from his hand, and held it to the king's hand.

The king silently took over the knife, and his amber eyes were distracted.

The warrior of the Azlan Department calmed and breathed and said, "The noble and great king, His Royal Highness Sujile and Prince Ke sent villains to report to the king and said... that... he has found the whereabouts of what the king is looking for. His Royal Highness told you to tell you that the people who immediately control the Hulutai family are the owner of the Hulutai family is instructing. This thing! He is looking for what your department is looking for with Princess Yumeng! His Royal Highness said that he would ask the king to send troops to the mountains in the southwest, and at that time, the prince would launch arrows to guide the army.

The king listened in a staggering manner, his amber eyes changed from shock to appreciation, and the corners of his mouth slowly smiled. He suddenly laughed loudly and shouted, "Who said that my youngest son is better than the dead eldest son?" Who said that my Suzil and Ke are rubbish? Hundreds of thousands of troops were not found, but my son found it alone? Who said that I had no successor? Ah ha ha?" The king smiled so freely. In the impression of Zaerhua, there was little smile on his face after Nanzheng came back. The king, who was no longer young, was tortured by the pain of the phantom limbs of his broken arm day and night. How can he smile?

His laughter gradually converated, and his amber eyes burst into infinite vitality. He looked at the Azlan warriors who were kneeling on the ground and said loudly, "Very good, the news you brought me makes me very happy. Reward ten pieces of gold!"

The samurai kowtowed to thank him, then got up and retreated.

The smile on the king's face shook like a ripple, and his face became cold and gloomy. He said coldly, "Hulutai? Do you dare to rob my naked thing and die?"

He looked at Zaerhua, waved his hand and said, "Go ahead, grab the whole family of Hulutai, control it first, and wait for the delivery." King Yiyun smiled deeply and said, "My dear Langya, you should be very excited to attack the Hulutai family!"

Zha Erhua bowed her head in silence and did not reply to the king. He withdrew from the tent like the wind and said in his heart, "Sure enough, it's Hulutai..." He was still the owner of when he was a slave, but he still hasn't changed his habit of being rude and can't suffer any loss. It seems that the Hulutai family, the second largest nobleman of the Chinasi family, will be removed from the grassland in the far north in the future...

"Su He, take 2,000 vigorous rides to the southwest mountains and meet Su Rile as soon as possible. I'm afraid he will be outnumbered." The king's amber eyes flashed such a worried soft light for the first time. At this moment, he was really like an old father, "I have no son to lose anymore..."

Su He saw the soft light in the king's eyes, and for a moment, an uncontrollable sadness overflowed. But how could he be easily moved? In the end, he just nodded firmly and expressed his determination to the king with firm eyes.

At this time, the big shaman who had been silent jumped up, and the old man's face was finally not so ugly. He came over and said, "Take my old man. I have to see with my own eyes that the child is fine before I can rest assured. If you want to see people alive and dead, you must be responsible for this matter. Otherwise, my old man can't close his eyes even if he dies..."

"The distinguished great shaman, you are not suitable for a long-distance attack, or wait for Su He to bring good news in a warm tent!" Su He looked at the big thin shaman with a difficult face.

The big shaman's face showed a faint anger, rolled up his sleeves to reveal his slender arms - his skin wrapped in bones, and then climbed two blue veins, and he was about to beat Su He.

The king smiled and said, "If the big shaman wants to go, just take it with you. Don't underestimate him. When the big shaman was young, he was a very powerful warrior. He could kill alone--"

"Ouch, Bo Ri Tie, don't mention the past--" The big shaman interrupted the king's words coldly and walked out of the tent without looking back.