Chapter 145

Unexpectedly, the young spirit fox sitting in the wheelchair chuckled softly and took out a small porcelain bottle from his chest.

“No need to worry. This bottle contains a special medicine for stomach pain. Just take five pills, and you’ll feel completely rejuvenated.”

Xu Ye almost spat out a mouthful of blood on the spot, cursing the young fox internally countless times. Just when he was in utter despair, he noticed He Zhizhou’s right hand suddenly twitch.

This trembling started in his right hand and spread like a small snake through every bone in his body.

He Zhizhou’s mouth twisted, his eyes glazed over, his limbs spasmed uncontrollably, and his entire body convulsed as if struck by lightning. He rolled his eyes, his expression wild, and crazed like a mad wolf in the wind. He even added sound effects to his performance, mimicking the voice of a frail 90-year-old man: “Medicine… medicine…”

Xu Ye immediately understood his intention. Clutching his stomach, he cried out with a sobbing tone, “Senior Brother He! You’re having an attack too! Don’t worry, I’ll take you back to the room to get your—”

He suddenly fell silent, his expression horrified.

—Isn’t this your room? What kind of idiot am I to act here?

As the proud disciples of Xuanyu Sword Sect and Wanjian Sword Sect put on their impromptu drama, Yan Qing and Xiao Zhao sneered. The elders outside the mystic mirror exchanged sympathetic glances towards the two sects. The room fell into an awkward silence.

“Do you two know the real reason we came to visit?”

Xiao Zhao smiled, his face still showing childish innocence. Seeing the two of them frozen in place, he knocked on the table with interest. “We’re short on sacrificial materials… If we want to restore our cultivation, we need human souls.”

He didn’t bother to hide his intentions at all.

Xu Ye’s heart raced, almost leaping into his throat. Earlier, these two demon cultivators were at least being polite. Now, they were straightforward and ready for action, clearly not wanting to pretend any longer.

And he and He Zhizhou were to be the first victims.

“You must have realized something was off by now?”

Xiao Zhao took a step forward, his smile deepening.

“Unfortunately, it’s too late. Allow me to introduce myself… I am Demon Lord Qi Han.”

At that moment, a surge of demonic energy erupted from behind him. Under this oppressive aura, Xu Ye held his breath, realizing one thing—

This person’s power is beyond imagination, and he and He Zhizhou likely stood no chance against him.

“What are you standing there for? Run!”

He Zhizhou’s voice echoed in Xu Ye’s ears. He frantically looked up and saw He Zhizhou extending his hand toward him.

Qi Han’s voice had already shifted to that of a young man, his stature becoming taller and more imposing. He sneered disdainfully, “Trying to run? No way.”

As he spoke, he reached out, attempting to interrupt the connection between their hands. Outside the mystic mirror, all the elders witnessed this rare scene.

It was like a fateful encounter, a bond of destiny. If five hundred turns of the head in a past life led to a brief meeting in this one, then in their past lives, Xu Ye and He Zhizhou must have been entwined like a super twist of fried dough.

Fate is inexplicably wonderful.

Just as He Zhizhou was about to grab Xu Ye’s arm, he turned his head and prepared to sprint like a relay racer.

At the same moment, Demon Lord Qi Han extended his right hand, which, coincidentally, landed right between their hands.

Their fingers were interlocked and inseparable.

——Help! He Zhizhou grabbed the Demon Lord’s hand and ran out with his tongue wagging!!!

Seeing a disciple of the immortal sect do such a thing to a demon lord left men speechless and women in tears. Outside the mystic mirror, the elders were as somber as if attending a funeral.

Inside the house, the two left behind stared at each other in stunned silence.

Xu Ye: “Uh?”

Yan Qing: “Huh?”

It took Xu Ye a while to recover, then he looked at the pale boy beside him and asked, “Um… I remember that you seemed to have lost all your demonic energy and were powerless, right?

A twist of fate.

Yan Qing sneered from the depths of his throat, which was truly noble, arrogant, cold, and unruly.

Then he bit his lip, causing a trickle of blood to spill from his mouth. Clutching his stomach in pain, he collapsed onto a nearby wooden table, convulsing.

“Medicine… I need medicine… my stomach hurts… if I don’t take it, I’ll die… die…”

——It seems that he has a strong learning ability. This is actually a combination of their previous acts.

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“This, this, this,” Lin Qian outside the mystic mirror was dumbfounded.

“What should we do? Although He Zhizhou is a bit… well, you know, he’s still a disciple of the Xuanyu Sword Sect. If this continues, he won’t survive!”

She was right. He Zhizhou still hadn’t realized he had grabbed the wrong person.

In his mind, the possibility of grabbing the wrong hand was almost zero. Besides, apart from Xu Ye, there was only a child and a sick person present. Neither seemed capable of running with him at such a furious pace.

And the demon lord, having never encountered such a bizarre maneuver, seemed equally bewildered. He silently allowed He Zhizhou to drag him outside, not making a sound.

He Zhizhou ran like an old dog, his tongue flapping high and his expression grotesque. Behind him, Qi Han looked like a sack being dragged, his eyes filled with visible shock and bewilderment.

The two of them, one in front of the other, seemed like they were eloping, sprinting towards the farthest town to become the happiest of people.

“Don’t worry, Xu Ye! Don’t be afraid, those demon cultivators won’t be able to harm us!”

He Zhizhou panted as he ran, trying to reassure himself.

“Boys like us who love to smile usually don’t have bad luck.”

Normally, Xu Ye would have responded earnestly to this.

But this time, for some reason, there was a brief silence before the person behind him let out a low chuckle and uttered a line that He Zhizhou would never forget: “Turn around and see who I really am.”

That didn’t sound like Xu Ye’s voice.

He Zhizhou’s heart skipped a heavy beat. He hesitated, then slowly stopped running.

As he turned around, he let out a gasp that sounded like an old, creaky flush toilet.

This smiling boy had not just bad luck, but catastrophically terrible luck—that is so shocking that it is so invincible in the universe that even the word “too” is not enough to describe it.

Tears shot out of his eyes with such high pressure that they could pierce the atmosphere, and the downward curve of his mouth seemed to stab into the earth’s core. For a moment, everything fell silent, and the sudden quiet was the most frightening thing of all.

The man in front of him had a completely unfamiliar, malevolent face, but his smile was unnervingly sweet. His narrow, upturned eyes licked his lips as he spoke sinisterly, “Smile? Are you teaching me how to do my job?”

He Zhizhou’s facial features were distorted, and his mouth and eyes moved left and right between round and wavy shapes, which could be called quantum pouty lips. His Schrödinger’s facial feature and even his laughter were particularly different: “En!.”

(T/N: Schrodinger smiley/facial feature is an emoji like this “ :): “ .This is based on the superposition principle. It shows that a person is happy and sad at the same time.)