The Demon Lord Is Fleeing For His Life Again Today - CH 10.3

Asking questions while walking inside, he calculated how to use his beautiful face to shape fierce expression. The child behind him was with that dull look; he couldn’t count on him.

He thought back when he was in the Demon Realm, a frown could render thousands of demons silent. Unfortunately, time is different now.

When Lou Muge was still sighing deep inside, Li Wei’s response sounded inside: “Who is it?”

Barely had his words fell then he froze at the door, stunned by the two half-grown young men in front of him.

His gaze flicked from the front, facing Ning Shaosi’s eyes. His delicate eyebrows were mixed with icy blocks, which was actually three degrees colder than the frost and snow of the cold winter. When his dark eyes looked straight at him, Li Wei felt like the pressure of Mount Tai was weighing down on him. He couldn’t help but feel weak on his knees.

The young man obviously appeared like a young master who swam in luxury and knew nothing about the world, but he exuded hostility all over.

Li Wei instantly bent down and greeted Lou Muge with a flattering gesture and a smile: “Little Divine Immortal, what can I do for you?”

“Are you the village chief of Shan’an?” Lou Muge glanced at the stick in his hand, raised it and threw it aside. With the man’s attitude in front of him, there was no need to frighten him.

Li Wei nodded and led them into the house: “Exactly. It’s cold outside. You two should come inside, then we’ll talk.”

Lou Muge took a step to follow in. A coal stove was burning in the house. As soon as he entered, his hair tips were stained with water droplets. Ning Shaosi glanced at it and stretched out two white and tender fingers to wipe the water droplets off. The chill from his head to toe also dissipated.

Lou Muge felt his hair touched and looked back at him.

Ning Shaosi was shrouded in cold air, but clean as a pin. He blinked back at him. His eyelashes were stained with moisture, making his eyes look even more beautiful.

His heart missed a beat. The look in his eyes was inexplicably familiar. As if possessed by a ghost, he stretched out his fingers and touched his eyelashes. Ning Shaosi didn’t dodge at all. He stood straight and blinked when his eye was touched. Even a smile swung in his eyes.

“Ahem.” Li Wei didn’t expect the two children to play in front of him. The pressure just now seemed to be just an illusion. He then concluded that the boy was merely a child and was being playful.

The cough pulled Lou Muge back to reality. He turned his head and continued to walk inside.

Just as Li Wei was about to speak, he saw that the young man had raised his eyes. The moment he looked up, it was as if a thousand kilograms pressed down on his shoulders, making him kneel on the floor with a thump.

Lou Muge couldn’t help but laugh: “Yo, you’re too polite.”

Li Wei shivered. He quickly rose from the ground and didn’t dare to look again. He lowered his head and said repeatedly, “As I should, as I should…”

Without waiting for Li Wei’s courtesy, Lou Muge sat and leaned against the back of a chair. He radiated languor all over, and then he asked, “Do you know that Zhao died in the street today?”

“I just came back from Zhao’s house,” Li Wei hurriedly replied.

“The fool of the Guo family said he deserved it, and said something about how none of them can escape. What does that mean?” Luo Muge asked directly, without even turning a corner.

“Those are words of a fool, ah. How can you believe it?” Li Wei smiled helplessly, “Guo Chuangen has been stupid for more than 40 years. He acts like a lunatic all day long and only knows nonsense.”

“You can’t say that. The words of a fool are much truer than your words.” Lou Muge lightly snorted. “If you cover up again, your whole village will die exactly like the one surnamed Zhao. Did you think that the Water Goddess and whatnot can really protect you?”

That was too unpleasant to hear. After all, Li Wei was the head of a village. His prestige in ordinary times was still there, but he didn’t dare to show a modicum of it. He heard that on this child’s two days of stay, someone hurled harsh words at him and was beaten into a bloody pulp…

Li Wei made calculations inwardly, thinking about how to deal with them.

But Lou Muge was disinclined to beat around the bush. He folded his fingers and knocked on the table, saying impatiently, “Let me tell you what you’re trying to cover up. I know you tried to move the Dragon at the bottom of the spring 50 years ago. As a result, you went for wool and came back shorn. You provoked the dragon’s anger and brought a flood. However, it’s not the dragon that’s causing trouble behind this time. If you hide it again, no one can save your life.

After listening to his summary, Li Wei was so surprised that he couldn’t control his expression. He stared at Lou Muge and muttered, “How did you know…

Lou Muge gave him another push, “Quickly say it!”

“F-Fifty years ago… my knowledge is limited. I only know that my father and a group of people in the village did something that year that annoyed the Water Goddess. The Water Goddess cast a spell that the villagers will never get out of the mountain for generations and can only be sealed here. It’s just that nothing happened in the past 50 years, so we all thought the Water Goddess’s anger had subsided…”

“So is the Water Goddess guarding you, or cursing you? Did you guys make up stories without stringing a bit in advance?” Lou Muge was a little powerless. There were different accounts from different mouths. In the end, who was telling the truth?

“The curse of the Water Goddess is a boon to us all,” Li Wei said truthfully.

“Then what did you do fifty years ago to anger her?”

“I don’t know about that.” Li Wei mumbled, “I was not yet born fifty years ago.”

Lou Muge suffered a momentary shortage of breath. He popped up without warning, scaring Li Wei into shivers.

“Father…” Li Xiaolan hid by the door frame, timidly staring at Lou Muge.

Seeing how terrified the little girl was, Lou Muge took a breath, pressed down the pressure from his spleen and stroked the clues in his head.

Fifty years ago, Shan’an villagers made a delusional attempt to kill a dragon, but instead angered the lying dragon and attracted storms and floods as punishment. The Water Goddess saved the people of Shan’an, so they have been grateful to her since then.

But from Li Wei’s account, what exactly caused her anger?

Lou Muge repeatedly asked, only to get: “I don’t know. I’m not sure. I don’t understand.”

Lou Muge glared at Li Wei, but the unlucky Village Chief could only return bitterly, “Ha-ha, this matter happened a long time ago. I was still young then, so I really don’t know the reason.”

After a long time, Lou Muge basically didn’t harvest anything. Lou Muge considered the immortal stone on his wrist, so in the end, he didn’t swing his fist threateningly and left Li Wei’s house with Ning Shaosi.

The two walked slowly, one after the other, and when they returned, they found that Elder Guo’s wonton stall was closed. They were still arguing with the Zhao family. A Zhao family member died in vain, so they probably wouldn’t leave the matter at that.

When he stepped into the door, Lou Muge suddenly saw a person standing by the door of the room, looking at him coldly.

When he took a closer look, it was Tao Ming’s younger brother, Tao Zhai. He always felt that this child had an evil nature. He was obviously carved out of the same mold as Tao Ming, but a glance could distinguish the two.

Tao Zai looked straight at him, and only after he came closer did he whisper, “You can’t save them.”

This is the second time Tao Zhai said this to him. Lou Muge raised an eyebrow and replied, “It seems you know something. Are you interested in coming to my room to talk about it?”

Tao Zhai didn’t expect him to invite him. His eyes flickered, but when he wanted to say something else, Lou Muge had already lifted his feet and walked away. He withdrew his gaze a fraction when his eyes were drawn to the person walking behind him.

Tao Zhai lifted his eyes and clashed into a pair of serene eyes. They weren’t that close to each other, but an oppressive force spread out of thin air. He subconsciously clenched his molars.

Ning Shaosi, however, did not stop for a moment and brushed past him, trailing after Lou Muge’s steps into the house.

“Go and search for that little puppy, Wen Changchu. I need a catnap.” Lou Muge lifted the quilt, took off the outer layer of his cotton clothes and shoes, and then jumped on the bed. He held the fan in his arms and wrapped himself tightly.

He didn’t have much power in his body. He could fuse and recover faster only when he was sleeping. The spiritual energy in the Human Realm was far worse than that of the upper three realms, and he needed plenty of sleep to fill it.

In fact, the effect would be better if Lou Muge was in water, but he wasn’t a fish monster after all. He liked warm and dry places by nature and couldn’t stand frequently soaking in the water.

Seeing him lying down, Ning Shaosi didn’t say much. He merely nodded and went out, gently closing the door.

Lou Muge closed his eyes and went to sleep. In a trance, he dreamed of the time when he first met Ning Shaosi.

At that time, Ning Shaosi was born to be a God. He defeated all challengers at the Divine Trial Convention and won the top prize, a feat that spread in the six realms in one fell swoop. Lou Muge stood among the crowd and looked up at him with them. He himself didn’t expect that such a highly regarded figure later became his disciple, serving him tea.

The Zhu Clan of the Old God Realm plotted against Ning Shaosi, and he fell into a siege alone. He managed to save himself but was also seriously injured. It was Lou Muge who picked him up from a cave and brought him home, saving his life.

In order to protect himself, Ning Shaosi sealed all the divine power in his body and turned into a small child of about seven or eight years old, with a pair of fluffy white tiger ears in his hair. He would look at everyone, unperturbed, but his eyes were brimming with wit.

Lou Muge could still remember those eyes. They were unique, and there would never be an identical pair in the Six Realms, ever.

But there was an 80% resemblance to the young man, holding the 712 wooden token.

This was also the reason Lou Muge was willing to let him follow.

The dream began to become blurred. Lou Muge moved his fingers and woke up from it. He froze for a second, and then turned his head to look out the window. Twilight had fallen.

He got out of bed, dressed, and opened the door with a big yawn, but then he found that while he was asleep, fluffy snow had begun to fall from the sky.

Ning Shaosi was sitting on a small stool in front of the door with his luxurious brocade coat draped on the floor, watching the falling snow that filled the whole sky under the eaves.

He turned his head slowly after hearing the creak and smiled at the sleepy-eyed Lou Muge. He spoke as soft and melodious as cotton, “You woke up just in time. They’re leaving for the cemetery.”