Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations
âHe seems to be sick and wonât live for more than a few days,â the Demon Lord suddenly said.
Yan Xiaosi looked at him in a daze before turning to look at the demonic cultivator and Ghost Mother.
Extreme pain appeared on their faces.
Ghost Mother said, âThat day, Heng and Little Stone were struck by lightning. Although Little Stone was protected in Hengâs arms, he was still injured. Heng
held on with his last breath and brought Little Stone to the medical center. Do you know the outcome?â
One could imagine what would happen if a demonic cultivator brought a child of a demon to the medical center of the Holy Land.
Yan Xiaosi barely needed to listen to understand what had happened to them.
The physique of a demonic cultivator was stronger than that of a righteous cultivator. Moreover, Hengâs realm was not low. If it was not to protect his son, he could completely withstand the lightning. However, he did not do so. He used all his strength on his son.
Even so, he did not die on the spot. But he was seriously injured and was no longer a threat to the righteous cultivators.
However, the orthodox cultivators would not let him off just because he was injured. They beat him up, bullied him, picked up their weapons, and wanted to kill him. When their snowflake-like fists landed on him, he did not fight back. He only knelt quietly in front of the medical center and begged the doctors to save his dying son.
Until now, Ghost Mother could still name those medical centers and all the cultivators who had participated in beating them up.
âAll⦠the commoners and cultivators you captured⦠were they the ones who stood by and beat them up back then?â
âItâs more than thatâ¦â Ghost Mother took a deep breath and laughed until tears fell. âIâve let go of ordinary people. Theyâre not obligated to save the dead and help the injured, but why are the people from the medical center⦠Arenât they doctors? Arenât they good at saving the dead and helping the injured? And those cultivatorsâ¦â
Yan Xiaosi understood. Back then, there were many people present, and there were also many people who beat them up. However, she only punished the people from the medical center and cultivators with cultivation.
Whether it was the ordinary people who stood by and did nothing, or the father and son who were beaten up, Ghost Mother did not touch them.
âHeng didnât have to die⦠My son didnât have to be so seriously injured⦠If it werenât for them⦠If it werenât for themâ¦â Ghost Mother screamed hysterically.
âStop talking! Stop talking!â The demonic cultivator hugged Ghost Motherâs shoulder, hot tears gushing out of his eyes.
Little Stone was born a demon. Like demonic cultivators, he could not enter reincarnation. Once he died, he would completely disappear from the six worlds.
Ghost Mother and the demonic cultivator hoped to be able to accompany their son on the last journey of his life. They would send their son away first before Ghost Mother sent him away.
Ghost Mother grabbed the demonic cultivatorâs wrist and leaned against this manâs chest. She looked at the Demon Lord and Yan Xiaosi. The Demon Lordâs hand was already covered in blood, but this young masterâs eyes were clear.
Ghost Mother laughed self-deprecatingly and said to Yan Xiaosi, âPerhaps Young Master will think that those people donât deserve to die, but what I want to say is that I donât feel any guilt at all after killing them!â
Yan Xiaosi opened her mouth, not knowing how to answer. She, Yan Xiaosi, was not a noble person. She did not sympathize with those people. She just felt sorry for that child. In the entire matter, no one was innocent, except him.
Yan Xiaosi looked at the human and rabbit in the room. The first piece of carrot snack had been finished. The little boy fumbled for a second piece to feed it. Only then did Yan Xiaosi realize that there was a strange scar on the rabbitâs body.
Ghost Mother choked and said, âHe picked it up from the road. At that time, the rabbit was shot by an arrow and he saved it. I donât remember how many little things he saved.. He always saves this and that, but who will save him?â