You kid! You don't have to be so low-key! !

Chapter 938 Han Zijin, Han Zisi

"Want to know? I won't tell you!!" Changqing laughed mockingly, letting out a long sigh of resentment, his clear eyes reflecting the overwhelming demonic energy that suddenly erupted.

Even an ordinary person would be enraged upon hearing this, let alone a wise person whose wisdom has been clouded by demonic energy.

"You—you're courting death!" The boy was utterly enraged. The billowing demonic energy reflected the face of a troll in the night sky. This was definitely not the boy's appearance; the demonic seed within this child had been planted by someone else!

The murderous intent was overwhelming, but the black-clad youth leaning against the wheel was not intimidated at all. Instead, he leisurely looked him up and down.

The boy finally couldn't resist the urge to kill. He wanted to tear out the other man's throat to see if his throat was as hard as his mouth!

Before he could act, countless threads around him suddenly lit up, transforming into extremely tough ribbons that instantly dislocated the joints of his limbs.

The person was quickly suspended in mid-air.

Changqing patted his chest and breathed a sigh of relief: "I almost didn't get to use it. Luckily, I'm still alive." A hand emerged from his sleeve, manipulating the array plate, its light constantly shifting.

The boy was furious that his opponent had such methods. He shook his body and tried to break free of the restraints, but he felt that he could not exert any strength no matter what he did. His eyes were almost overflowing with red light, as if he wanted to bite off a piece of flesh from Changqing in front of him.

"Little brat, you're quite fierce! I haven't even asked you for compensation yet, and you're already asking me for people!" Looking at the boy's face, Changqing slapped his forehead. Was he really arguing with a boy? He couldn't help but laugh. For so many years, he had been adept at scheming and had hidden his temper very well. This was indeed a rare occurrence.

Has my youth returned?

Thinking about how she had just cured the boy's sister and now had to deal with this little rascal, she couldn't help but lose her temper. Was she really that nosy? Or did she owe them something in her past life?

Looking at the astonishing demonic energy flowing over the boy's body, he frowned and tapped and pounded on the boy's body, but his frown only deepened. He could not see the origin of the demonic seed, nor could he trace it through cause and effect. This demonic seed seemed to have avoided cause and effect, which was terrifying. And how many people in the world can avoid cause and effect?

"You little rascal, is there some talking old man living inside your demonic seed?" Changqing joked.

Teenager: Black guy with a question mark face? ???

"Enough nonsense, kill me if you want, I'll haunt you even as a ghost!" The little guy seemed to have resigned himself to his fate, and the demonic energy on his body gradually weakened, perhaps looking for an opportunity to deliver a fatal blow to Changqing.

Tsk tsk tsk, quite the spirit! If you want to be a real man, you need to grow up a bit more!

Changqing clicked his tongue in amazement, and without indulging, he squatted down in front of the boy's face: "I didn't touch your sister, and your sister's death has nothing to do with me. Ask yourself honestly, did I kill her?"

Changqing twisted the array plate in his hand, and a phantom image of a spiritual herb resembling an ice flower appeared before the boy's eyes. Changqing also explained, "Forget-Me-Not Grass is highly poisonous. If ingested, it can plunge a person into a state of chaotic self-forgetfulness, causing them to lose their life force in extreme bliss."

Seeing that the boy did not react, the array plate changed again, and a smooth purple vine appeared: Throat-Sealing Vine, which kills instantly upon contact with blood and its sap!

Still no response.

"Poisonous Water Ivy, highly poisonous, thrives in water..."

"The poisonous herb celery, which blocks the five senses, causes death by suffocation."

"The 'false death grass' resembles a wild vegetable, but with thicker leaves. It is non-toxic, yet it can cause the seven orifices to close and fall into a state of apparent death. If one does not use a meridian-clearing medicine for three hours, the meridians will be blocked, and one will die from qi stagnation. This grass must never be given to young children, as it will block their life force, and even a god cannot save them. Using it will surely lead to death." Changqing spoke slowly, observing the boy's expression.

As expected, the boy's expression changed drastically after hearing the introduction, indicating that this was indeed the object, and his body stiffened considerably.

"No, that's not it. You took her away. I didn't even get to see her one last time. It's all your fault, all your fault!" A few strands of sadness flashed in the boy's eyes amidst his rage, but they instantly turned into hatred. Clearly, this guy didn't see his sister's body and held a grudge against Changqing.

The demonic energy had penetrated quite deeply, even influencing the boy's thoughts, making it impossible for him to distinguish between reality and illusion.

Changqing stepped forward, his raised hand about to strike, when a hunched old man with a cane quickly stepped out from among the many refugees watching. Despite his advanced age, he stood between the two with his frail body and made a move to kneel down.

"Immortal, no, Immortal Master, please have mercy!"

Changqing couldn't order the old man to kneel down, so he quickly helped the old man up with a gesture.

"Old man, what are you doing? You're making me lose my lifespan!"

"Immortal Master, please spare this child! This child and his sister have also suffered greatly. When Si'er was born, his mother died in childbirth. Two years ago, his husband was killed in the mountains while working as a tour guide to supplement the family income. His grandmother was frail and sickly, and perhaps not wanting the two children to take care of her, she passed away. The two children were left alone and destitute, growing up on the charity of others. They are very sensible and hardworking; they are good children! They have already suffered greatly from this disaster. It is only thanks to the protection of their parents in heaven that they have survived this long. I beg the Immortal Master to have mercy!" The frail old man pleaded, trying to find a way out for the boy.

"Please, Immortal Master, have mercy!"

Changqing could see that this group had a strong sense of cohesion and was surprisingly united in this matter.

"Hey kid, you're lucky, at least so many people are willing to plead for you!" Changqing said with emotion, walking forward to look at the boy who was on the verge of losing his mind.

He extended his finger and flicked it hard at the boy's brow, instantly causing the surging demonic energy to shrink abruptly.

Changqing's move was precise, stimulating the Yintang acupoint, and the boy's consciousness instantly returned. However, he numbly looked at the pleading refugees, tears streaming down his face.

But when Changqing turned his gaze to the person in front of him, he avoided it: Don't look at me with that pitiful look. I don't owe you anything. On the contrary, you owe me a huge favor.

After saying that, Changqing stopped looking at him, put down the formation, and set the boy's bones. The little guy had a strong tolerance and didn't make a sound, which impressed Changqing. Seeing that the demonic energy had subsided and the boy was alright, he leaned against the carriage and went into a nap.

Just as everyone was completely bewildered, a tender yet surprisingly sweet voice rang out from inside the temple gate in the distance. A small, delicate hand reached out and cried out, "Mommy, Daddy, Grandma, Brother~ Where are you? Sisi can't find you! Don't leave Sisi, okay~~~~~"

A voice trembled with tears, piercing the air. Bare little feet trod on the rubble in front of the dilapidated temple, their red marks a pitiful sight.

The boy who had been lying dead on the ground seemed to react, his whole body straightening up as he looked at the entrance of the dilapidated temple. A little girl dressed in hemp clothing was clinging to the door frame, timidly peering out. The tear tracks at the corners of her eyes reflected in the campfire, giving her a look of helplessness.

The boy rubbed his eyes, incredulous. The bitterness in his mind dissipated, and he felt a mixture of joy and sorrow that was hard to describe. At this moment, in this world, only his living sister was waiting for him.