Something's wrong with this demon.

Chapter 68

As evening fell, the sun began to set.

In the desolate mountains and forests, two figures, one tall and one short, walked one in front of the other on a rugged and steep mountain path.

The little girl kept falling down and getting up again.

My hands and knees were scraped and bleeding.

However, Luo Qingchen, who was walking ahead, ignored him.

He continued walking briskly ahead.

If they couldn't find shelter in the cave before dark, the two of them would likely perish in the forest.

"Brother, wait for me..."

The little girl fell down again, crying out.

"Call me Master, or Master."

Luo Qingchen said something expressionlessly and continued walking ahead without stopping.

The howling of wolves could be heard from the distant forest.

The little girl was so frightened that she hurriedly got up and continued to stumble along behind him.

at last.

Before nightfall, Luo Qingchen arrived at the familiar cave.

The traps that were dug before are still there.

The blood on the ground had faded into a blurry trace.

The felled trees still lie there, leaning precariously.

He looked up at the wall at the cave entrance, and the images of those animal hides swaying in the wind came to mind again.

"Gather some firewood."

He gave an order, gripped his dagger, and went into the cave.

The cave was empty.

The simple stove, iron pot, wooden bucket, and leftover firewood that we used to use are still there.

He went out of the cave, broke off some branches, and lit them in the innermost part of the cave.

Soon, thick smoke billowed and filled the three caves inside.

Before long, rats, centipedes, various poisonous insects, and even a venomous snake fled in panic from the cave.

They smoked it for another half an hour.

Luo Qingchen entered the cave, took away the green branches and leaves, and replaced them with dry firewood.

The little girl came in carrying a bundle of dry firewood.

Luo Qingchen took out two steamed buns and two pieces of meat, told her to roast them over the fire, and then tossed her her water bottle.

The little girl looked at the food and began to swallow hard.

Although she had already eaten a steamed bun on the way.

Luo Qingchen walked out of the cave and placed nails and animal traps in the rocks and grass outside the cave.

Then they went down the hillside and rearranged and concealed the traps that had been there before.

By this time, night had completely fallen.

Back in the innermost cave, the little girl quickly handed him the warm baked buns and pieces of meat, timidly saying, "Brother..."

"Call me Master, or Master!"

Luo Qingchen gave a cold reminder.

The little girl opened her mouth and stammered, "M-Master."

"Why not call me Master?"

Luo Qingchen asked.

The little girl lowered her head, seemingly a little shy: "You...you're not old."

In her mind, all masters were old.

Luo Qingchen didn't say anything more. She took the steamed bun and the meat, walked to the corner, sat down, and started eating.

The little girl also began to wolf down her food.

Although the meat was dry, hard, and difficult to chew, she ate it with relish, her face beaming with happiness.

She hadn't eaten meat in a very, very long time.

After finishing her food, Luo Qingchen looked at her and said, "I already told you on the way here. Now I'll ask you one more time: are you really willing to be my drug human, to let me take your blood at any time, and even to use your flesh and life at any time?"

The little girl swallowed the meat in her mouth with force, then nodded vigorously, "Yes, yes, I'm willing! Brother... Master, I'm willing!"

Luo Qingchen didn't say anything more.

He took out the "Black Phoenix Demon Art" from his package and continued reading it by the flickering firelight.

The so-called Black Phoenix Demon Art is actually a set of meditation mantras and a set of blood-changing fist techniques, which are practiced together.

He planned to take advantage of this opportunity to come down the mountain and cultivate here for a while.

Now that he has excess blood in his body and has acquired cultivation techniques, he can completely hide here for medicinal baths and cultivation.

At the same time, he also wanted to try the blood of wild animals.

"Power fusion, body tempering and blood renewal, removal of impurities..."

He looked down intently.

The little girl sitting opposite him peeked at him while continuing to eat the remaining half of her steamed bun.

It was late at night.

The little girl soon fell asleep in the corner, exhausted.

Her clothes were thin and tattered, and had been torn in many places by stones and thorns along the way, exposing her arms and legs, which were covered in bloodstains, and her shoes were even only half intact.

Although a fire was burning inside the cave, the chill of the mountain forest at night still seeped in.

The little girl huddled up from the cold, shivering for a while. She started talking in her sleep, calling out "Daddy," "Mommy," and other names, seemingly her brothers and sisters.

That night, she had many nightmares.

The next day.

As dawn broke, her eyelashes fluttered, and she slowly opened her eyes.

The unfamiliar surroundings left her feeling briefly lost.

But soon, she remembered what had happened yesterday.

The cave was dark and cold, the fire had gone out, and the figure that had led her out of the refugee camp was nowhere to be found.

She suddenly sat up from the ground.

Only then did she realize that she was covered with a large black robe.

A terrifying white skull was embroidered on the chest of the robe.

She was stunned for a moment, then quickly got up and ran out of the cave.

Outside the cave, the sun shone brightly.

A bird was hopping and chirping on the big tree in front of us.

She looked around, but couldn't find the figure.

Fear surged forth like a tidal wave.

Because she was too thin to provide him with much blood, and because she wolfed down his steamed buns and meat, did he abandon her?

Tears began to well up in her eyes.

Just as she was about to cry, a familiar voice suddenly came from beside her: "Awake? There's a bucket in the cave, and a puddle at the bottom of the hill. Go fetch some water; I want to take a bath."

The little girl saw him and burst into tears of joy: "Brother, I thought you didn't want me anymore..."

Luo Qingchen didn't correct her address anymore, but added a reminder: "There are traps at the bottom of the hill. I've marked them, so you'd better watch out before you go."

After saying that, he went back into the cave behind him to continue his cultivation.

The little girl wiped away her tears, quickly returned to the cave, dragged out the bucket, and carefully walked down the hillside.

"oops!"

She slipped and fell down the hillside.

The hard, sharp stones left her covered in blood and in pain.

She got up from the ground, picked up the bucket again, and continued walking into the woods ahead.

When she filled the bucket halfway with water and prepared to drag it back, she found that she had no strength at all.

She had to pour out a lot more water before she could barely drag the bucket out of the woods and head towards the cave.

The slope wasn't too steep, but she struggled to climb it.

He slipped and fell several times, but immediately got up again.

After she finally managed to drag the bucket up the hillside, she was exhausted and could barely stand.

But she gritted her teeth and persevered, dragging the bucket little by little into the cave.

"If I can't even fetch water, what use am I to my brother?"

"My brother saved me, took me away from there, gave me food, even meat, and covered me with his own clothes. I must do my best to help him!"

"I can do it!"

She was panting, and dragged the bucket down the hillside.

As the sun climbed high in the sky, she finally filled the tub inside the cave with water.

She collapsed to the ground, huddled in front of a bucket covered in mud, panting heavily, a smile on her face.

"I did it."

She thought to herself.

But then, her vision suddenly went black and she fainted.

However, her hands, covered in bloodstains and cuts, still clung tightly to the bucket.