Immortal, save me!

When he came to the last room, Hu Sheng couldn't help laughing, with a smile on his face and murderous intent in his eyes.

It seems you are the one, a useless half-demon~

In the room, Jiang Zuo, who was writing with his head down, suddenly felt palpitations. The hair on his body stood up. When his hand shook, the words he had just written were smeared with ink.

He instinctively felt danger and couldn't help but raise his head and look around. He carefully retreated to a corner, holding his breath and feeling anxious.

Where did Brother Huang go? When are you coming back? He felt like he was going to die soon!

He put his hand on his chest, took out the bone whistle and put it to his lips, hesitating.

Do you want to blow it? Is there someone very dangerous coming?

He felt a slight friction sound approaching him. He was frightened, took a deep breath with trembling, and then blew the bone whistle hard.

The half-demon outside heard the sound of the bone whistle and immediately rushed over.

Hu Sheng's eyes narrowed dangerously, and the half-demon's surging voice continued to reach his ears. The good-for-nothing half-demon in front of him was blowing a bone whistle.

He didn't know what the bone whistle was made of, but the sound was sharp and harsh, making him uncomfortable.

Damn!

Before the half-demon arrives, kill him first and seize the bone whistle!

Hu Sheng's figure passed by and went straight to Jiang Zui. His hands turned into fox claws, equipped with huge spiritual power, trying to kill him with a fatal blow.

Jiang Zuo ducked away in embarrassment. There were several wounds on his shoulders that were deep enough to show the bones, and the blood quickly smeared all over them.

It's too late, he doesn't want to die, he has to escape!

Jiang Zuo closed his eyes, sinking his consciousness into the power of the bone whistle, and used that mysterious power again.

This time, perhaps because his strength had increased, it had a greater impact on Hu Sheng. His nerves seemed to be pulled wantonly by invisible hands, and his face was distorted in pain.

"court death--"

Hu Sheng's cultivation level suddenly increased greatly, and he transformed into a huge red fox. Three thick tails swayed behind him and whipped toward Jiang Zuan.

Jiang Zuo was defeated, and his body was thrown out and hit hard in the courtyard. His body ached, and traces of blood flowed from the corners of his mouth, and his whistle was interrupted.

At this time, the half-demon had also arrived here, and under the influence of the bone whistle, they were frantically attacking everything around them.

Because Jiang Zuo had a bone whistle, the mutated half-demon did not attack him, but bypassed him and went straight to Hu Sheng.

He stood up in embarrassment and was about to escape when he found an unknown yellow object in a corner.

Jiang Zuo's eyes were dull and his heart was beating violently. He couldn't tell whether he was scared or sad.

That's not...it's not...it's not...

Not Brother Huang...

Jiang Zui's tears fell heavily. He rushed over and picked up the yellow thing. It felt soft and cold, not Brother Huang!

He hugged the weasel tightly and rushed out without hesitation. Behind him, Hu Sheng tore apart a half-demon with his sharp claws, staring at him with blood-red eyes.

Want to run? !

Hu Sheng jumped up to the roof, fixed his eyes on Jiang Zuo's figure, pressed his body down, raised his three tails, and in the next moment, he jumped into the air and chased in the direction of Jiang Zuo.

Those half-demon have no cultivation and cannot jump into the air like Hu Sheng. They can only spin in place without their target.

Jiang Zuo hugged the weasel and ran as fast as he could. The two gray ears on his head stood up, sensing the approaching danger.

He probably knew the purpose of the big demon chasing him. He looked at the defeated lotus pond in front of him, gritted his teeth, tore off the bone whistle and threw it towards the pond.

Hu Sheng fixed his gaze and followed the direction of the bone whistle. His suddenly longer tail swung over to catch the bone whistle, but due to the distance, he could only watch as the bone whistle fell into the dirty pond.

Bone whistle!

Hu Sheng rushed toward the pond, his desire for power making him unable to care about anything else.

Jiang Zuo took the opportunity to escape to the mountains. He did not dare to go back to Yicheng.

From the waist-level weeds, Jiang Zuo knelt on the ground and cried bitterly. On the grass in front of him lay the increasingly cold and hardened body of the weasel. He could only see the weasel, which was half a man tall, with protruding eyeballs, absent-minded eyes, and a neck. It was broken and twisted everywhere, and the blood was sticky on the fur.

Jiang Zui looked at the motionless dead thing in despair, choking and speechless.

Why is this happening? ! Obviously I was talking to him not long ago, obviously...

...There were so many obvious things, and suddenly everything was gone. He also lost the bone whistle. The master's mission, the Daqi people and half-demon that he and Brother Huang finally found, the half-demon country they wanted to establish, what? None.

Jiang Zuo sat there with blank eyes, suddenly losing his goal and direction.

Yudu Inn.

Luo Jin looked at the brightly lit night market. As far as the eye could see, people were coming and going on the long street, with calm expressions on their faces. It was as if Daqi was still the same Daqi before. There were no monsters causing trouble, and no outsiders appeared. It was so peaceful.

But everything is just an appearance. Under the appearance, although the demon clan has left, there are still many half-demon occupying their sight. The outsiders are high above them, but they regard them as nothing.

All these changes started from the war between immortals and demons. The human race rose up after the war between immortals and demons, and then prospered. So before the war, what was the situation of the human race that did not rise? Is it as peaceful as now?

"What are you thinking about?"

Mo Yin walked up to Luo Jin, pressed his hands on the wall behind him, and leaned over to look at him quietly.

Luo Jin raised her head and said, "Ayin, I want to know what happened before the war between immortals and monsters."

During this period of time, he searched many places, but found that many books recorded what happened after the establishment of Daqi, and there was no record of the history before Daqi.

After hearing this, Mo Yin sat down aside, poured a cup of tea and handed it to Luo Jin, then poured another cup for himself. He looked at the light green tea, shook it slightly, and asked, "Why do you suddenly want to know these things?" ?”

Luo Jin picked up the cup and drank it all in one gulp, raising the corners of her lips and saying, "Curious? Or maybe it's out of emotion. After all, people like to trace their roots and long to find their place in the long history."

Mo Yin's eyebrows moved slightly. To trace the origin, Xuan Lin was Luo Jin's previous life. Luo Jin knew this, so the "source" he mentioned should be other aspects besides this.

"Whose origin do you want to know?"

Luo Jin raised her eyebrows, looked at him with bright eyes and said, "I want to know Daqi's predecessor."

Mo Yin nodded and thought: "I don't know much. I just heard from the elders in the clan that a long time ago, only the Qingqiu Monster Clan and the Penglai Clan existed in the Xuanling Continent. I don't know when the human race appeared in the Xuanling Continent." , was discovered and taken away by the demon clan, and later evolved into a human race and a vassal of the demon clan, and was imprisoned in the demon realm to become their food and provide them with entertainment.”

"...They have been living in this way for hundreds of years from my birth to the war between immortals and monsters."

Luo Jin said thoughtfully: "What A Yin said is exactly what I want to know."