Morning Star

Chapter 401 Bone Curse

"Yes." He was not surprised by Chujiu's question.

Chujiu clenched his hands tightly, "Why? Aren't you his master?"

Venerable Qu Ling sighed and said, "Girl, I cannot tell you about this matter yet. You have your position, and I have mine."

"What position requires you to harm the apprentice you taught yourself?" She couldn't understand.

Then he looked at Mo Xinglan again: "Since you want to harm him, why did you save him and me?"

She had heard rumors about him. With his strength, if he really didn't want to come, it would be impossible for Fang Hao and the others to bring him here, unless he wanted to come himself.

He looked back at her and lowered his eyes: "Just consider this as your last duty as a master."

He smiled bitterly: "This child has never trusted anyone since he was young, not even me as his master."

Chujiu sneered: "Just put yourself in his shoes. He grew up in that kind of environment, you never treated him sincerely, how could he treat you sincerely?"

His expression paused, and after a moment's silence, he said with a smile, "You are right. It is me who is incompetent as a master."

But he is not competent either.

Chujiu sighed and suddenly remembered: "You won't hurt him while you're healing him, right?"

Venerable Qu Ling was stunned and glared at her angrily: "Are you afraid that I will harm him? Why did you ask someone to capture me?"

“Uh…” Chujiu was speechless and felt a little embarrassed.

With his strength to harm people, why would he go to all the trouble to save them?

Quickly change the subject: "When will he wake up?"

"His body is now full of wounds, and I am not sure when he will wake up. And it depends on when he wants to wake up."

Finally, he sighed and said, "I found a weak power in his body, and he is alive until now only because of this power. But I don't know how long this power can last. What I can do is to stabilize his injuries as much as possible and delay his life. Everything will have to wait until he wakes up."

"Power?" Chujiu muttered to himself as he pondered.

Could the power he mentioned be the effect of the spirit beads and magic beads? But why was it so weak?

In doubt, I heard Venerable Qu Ling speak again: "I will leave the Demon Realm when his injuries stabilize. I will tell you what to do next. When he wakes up, he will be able to heal his own injuries."

Chujiu lowered his eyes and nodded.

"Oh, right." Venerable Qu Ling remembered something, "You are also seriously injured, so take a good rest. Only when you are well can you take better care of him."

"I know that without you reminding me."

Having said that, I am still grateful to him in my heart.

Venerable Qu Ling glared at her and said, "Can't you be more respectful with your words, girl? After all, I am your elder."

Chujiu pursed his lips: "I don't even respect my own master, why should I respect you?"

"You..." He paused, and waved his hands, "Your master only knows how to make ceramics all day long, and I'm afraid he doesn't pay much attention to you."

"As the saying goes, a master can only lead you to the door, but practicing is up to you. I have been smart since I was young, so the master doesn't need to worry about me." She disagreed.

Venerable Qu Ling rolled his eyes at her.

Afterwards, Chujiu left the pharmacy and saw Fang Hao when he came out.

Fang Hao was called aside to ask about the outcome of the handling of Mo Hengsong's family.

According to Fang Hao, Mo Hengsong and others are still imprisoned in the Mo family prison and are receiving various punishments.

After hearing this, Chujiu stared at one place with cold eyes without blinking, and no one knew what he was thinking. His aura became colder and colder, and there was a hint of murderous intent in him.

"Madam?" Fang Hao called out cautiously after noticing it.

She came back to her senses with her eyelashes trembling.

"Don't you think this is too cheap for them?"

Fang Hao was stunned for a moment and felt a little embarrassed: "Yes, is that so?"

All the criminal laws of the Demon Realm have been used, and you are not allowed to die. This is simply worse than death, right?

"Yeah, that's right. It's too easy for them." Chujiu nodded, with bloodthirsty murderous intent in his eyes, "I want them to suffer the same humiliation that Xingxing suffered."

"..." Fang Hao looked at the murderous girl in front of him and didn't know what to say for a moment.

Who could have thought that this girl, who had a low level of cultivation, jumped around and looked harmless at ordinary times, would have such a frightening aura at this moment.

He couldn't help but shiver.

It really feels like the feeling when the little master is angry.

Chujiu's lips suddenly turned up slightly, but her eyes were cold and gloomy. She raised her eyes and looked at Fang Hao: "Don't you think it's boring for them to just accept the criminal law every day?"

"Boring?" Fang Hao's brain froze.

Would it be boring to accept criminal law every day? I'm afraid you would want to die soon, right?

"Yeah." Chujiu responded, and said slowly with a smile, "So in order to make their boring life of torture more interesting, let's put on dozens of good shows for them."

"Okay, good show? What good show?" Fang Hao's mouth twitched. He always felt that it was not a good show.

"Is there such a place in Hualing?"

"That kind? What kind of place?" Fang Hao was a little hesitant.

It's not like that, right?

But, is this really something a little girl could come up with?

This is where he hesitated.

Chujiu thought about it, thinking that he didn't understand, and planned to explain it to him more clearly: "It's that kind of place, very chaotic, but full of men. Do you understand? Do you need me to explain it more clearly?"

She stared at him innocently.

Fang Hao's eyebrows were twitching when he heard this, and he swallowed his saliva: "No, it's not necessary, subordinate, I understand."

Oh my God! It was exactly what he thought!

"Well, that's good." Chujiu nodded, and then smiled again, "Since it's a good show, let Mo Hengsong's youngest son perform. After all, he is his most beloved son, he should like it very much, right?"

Mo Hengsong's two sons inherited the looks of Mo Hengsong and Su Rong, which is rare in the whole Hualing. It should be very exciting, right?

Oh, her bad taste scares even herself.

Fang Hao's eyelids began to twitch, and he nodded repeatedly: "Madam is right."

Chujiu ignored his words and continued: "Remember to show them every day."

"Yes." I still watch it every day.

OMG!

"You must be tired after being tortured, right?" Chujiu said again.

Fang Hao: “…”

What did she think of?

I only heard Chujiu say slowly: "Then give them something to drink."

"Drink...something?" Fang Hao was puzzled. But he knew without thinking that it must be something bad.

"Don't they like to use the blood of stars to refine pills to improve their cultivation? So they should prefer to drink blood directly, right? Then take two bowls of blood every other day for Mo Hengsong and Su Rong to drink, and let them drink enough."

She paused and thought of something: "Will I die if I only drink it? Why don't I bleed a little more every now and then? Slowly."

Fang Hao was still trembling at first, but when he heard Chujiu say that Mo Hengsong and the others took Mo Xinglan's blood, his eyes turned cold, and he felt that what Chujiu said was not excessive at all. So he no longer felt it was scary.

He nodded: "Yes, I understand, I will serve them well."

After hearing this, Chujiu curled the corners of his lips slightly and looked at him sideways: "It's good that you understand. Go ahead."

"Yes."

Fang Hao responded and left.

……

At this time, white snow was falling from the foggy sky. If you look closely, you will find that what is falling is like snow but not like snow.

The devil's looming figure stood on the mirror-like ice surface, looking up at the falling "snowflakes" with a calm expression.

Suddenly, another black figure emerged and gradually solidified.

The man was wearing a cloak, and the wide hood made his features vaguely visible. But his chin was snow-white, like the result of careful carving by an elite sculptor.

The demon god looked at the newcomer calmly: "After hiding for so long, you finally show up."

The man snorted lightly and ignored his words. Instead, he looked up at the falling "snowflakes". He stretched out a snow-white hand to catch one.

The "snowflake" trembled slightly when it touched his palm and then disappeared, but there was a very tiny blood mark on his snow-white palm, and a small blood bead was emerging.

He quickly withdrew his hand and raised it to pull his hood down.

The demon god was not surprised to see this. He slowly sat on the ground and looked up at him: "His soul is at its weakest right now. Why don't you devour his soul and seize his body? Why are you coming here to watch?"

The person who came was Obsession.

Zhinian smiled faintly, but there was an anger in that smile that was difficult to hide.

He also sat on the ground and looked up at Snowflake: "Let's see what his shattered soul looks like."

There was a hint of gloating in his words.

Upon hearing this, the demon god looked up at the falling "snowflakes" and reached out his hand to catch one. However, it did not disappear like it had just fallen into Zhinian's hand, but lay quietly in his palm.

After a moment, a smile appeared on the Demon God's unchanging face. He looked at the soul fragments that were gradually melting like snowflakes and said two words lightly: "Bone Curse."

Obsession: “…”

The breath on his body turned cold.

The demon didn't care: "It seems you can't take over his body."

Zhinian turned his head to look at him: "You seem a little proud?"

Suddenly, his lips curled up with a hint of sarcasm: "If I say that I am a part of you, I'm afraid others won't believe it."

The demon remained silent.

Zhinian reached out and gently stroked the ice, sneered and said, "This place really suits you."

Demon God: "..."

Zhi Nian was not surprised by his silence. She raised her head and looked at the scenery in front of her. Her pink lips curled up slightly in a mocking tone: "His soul is shattered like this, and he has been cursed with bones. Although I can no longer devour his soul and take over his body, he must be feeling bad. How long can he hold on?"

"If he died, you would feel even worse." The demon's cold voice sounded.

Zhinian didn't pay much attention to his words, but said jokingly: "Pain can only be felt when alive. Besides, he doesn't want to die, right?"

Then he looked at the demon with sarcasm: "But I think you don't quite understand what I mean by this now. After all, this is what you are avoiding."