Chapter 671: Chapter 550 Who is the Taoist_4
And the deaths were strange, cruel, without warning, utterly unpredictable.
On the Saint Heir’s face, there was no longer any arrogance or indifference, only endless fear.
“I… I am the Saint Heir… you can’t kill me!”
“Please, not Planting Devil in Taoist Heart!”
“Don’t plant the devil!”
“I don’t want to become something neither human nor ghost!”
But Gui Tao’s people simply didn’t listen. Within a few steps, they had approached the Saint Heir, and a pair of slender, pale hands smeared with blood slowly stretched towards him.
The Saint Heir felt as if his liver and gallbladder were splitting. He racked his brains, desperately begging for his life:
“Please, don’t kill me!”
“I am the Saint Heir, I might become the Demon Monarch in the future!”
“My father is the master of the Ghost King Sect, my mother is the Blood Jade Rakshasa…”
But these words couldn’t stop Gui Tao’s people.
Just then, the Saint Heir yelled, “I have the bloodline of the Blood Taoist, I am a descendant of the Blood Taoist…”
Gui Tao’s people’s hands stopped.
Mo Hua’s gaze grew sharp at this moment.
He heard another Taoist’s name:
Perhaps because of the Blood Taoist, Gui Tao’s people lowered their hand and spared the Saint Heir.
After the ordeal, the Saint Heir gasped for air, only then realizing that his whole body was soaked in cold sweat.
Gui Tao’s people had brought him an unprecedented sense of oppression and fear.
And now, these crises had passed.
The Saint Heir also deeply understood the weight of the two words “Taoist”.
He secretly glanced up, looking at Gui Tao’s people with fear. Although his voice was still shaky, he respectfully said:
“The Blood Taoist is my ancestor, an ancient grand Demon Cultivator, and you also bear the Taoist title. Therefore, should I respectfully call you ‘Ancestor Uncle’?”
Gui Tao’s people completely ignored him.
They turned their head, looking towards Bai Zisheng and Bai Zixi. In their pitch-black pupils, a flicker of unusual emotion appeared.
Then, they took step by step, walking towards Bai Zisheng and Bai Zixi.
Their voice, although somewhat intermittent and stiff, had lost its strangeness and had become normal:
“Are you the disciples of my junior brother?”
“Or… the children of my junior sister…”
“I need you to lead the way, take me to see… my junior brother.”
Bai Zisheng and Bai Zixi turned pale.
Aunt Xue was even more terrified.
She knew that this was by no means as simple as “leading the way”.
Gui Tao’s people were after Zisheng and Zixi, to use them as bargaining chips!
Gui Tao’s people’s actions were unpredictable and ruthlessly brutal.
They would not care even for a shred of past affection.
Once taken by Gui Tao’s people, one’s fate would be uncertain, fortune or disaster would be hard to guess, and more likely than not, they would never return…
Even if they did, they would probably have been subjected to Planting Devil in Taoist Heart, dominated, and life would be worse than death…
Aunt Xue felt agony in her heart and was extremely anxious, “Elder…”
But quickly, she found she could no longer speak, she couldn’t even move a finger.
Bai Zisheng and Bai Zixi, too, were unable to move.
Gui Tao’s people steadily approached them, their expression indifferent, reaching out their long and bloody palms, attempting to grasp the two of them in their hands…
In her extreme anxiety, Aunt Xue couldn’t help but spit out blood.
The surroundings were as silent as death.
Just then, a crisp, albeit abrupt voice rang out:
This voice broke the deadly silence.
Gui Tao’s people turned around, only to discover that not far away stood a young Cultivator, his demeanor tranquil, his gaze clear, with a hint of depth.
“I’ll take you,” Mo Hua said.
Gui Tao’s people looked at Mo Hua, their gaze cold, and uninterested.
Suddenly, they felt a jolt in their heart.
How could I… not care?
How could I… just… overlook this little one?
Watching Mo Hua closely, after calculating, the fog seemed to clear, the chaos of cause and effect sorted, and a small figure gradually emerged in their mind.
“This is… someone my junior brother has hidden…”
Gui Tao’s people’s pitch-black eyes trembled slightly.
“Good…” A lively yet strange expression appeared on Gui Tao’s people’s face, “Come with me…”
Having you is enough…
“Junior brother!” Bai Zisheng exclaimed in urgency.
Bai Zixi also shook with emotion, calling out urgently, “Mo Hua!”
Aunt Xue bit her lip, powerless.
Mo Hua smiled gently at them, waving his hand and said:
“Junior brother, junior sister, you go back first. I will go with Uncle to see Master…”
Gui Tao’s people looked at Mo Hua with a surprised gaze, then turned around and began to walk forward, swaying from side to side.
Mo Hua followed behind.
Two figures, one large, one small, one eerie, one innocent, step by step, walking back the way they had come…