Transmigrated into a heretical cultivator, leading all the villains to ascension.

Chapter 287 The Demon Clan's Accustomed Skill in Bewitching People

This sentence became the last straw that broke the camel's back.

Gao Huohuo felt a solid barrier cracking in his mind, and excruciating pain surged like a tide.

She staggered backward and saw Zhong Hanshang trying to rush forward in a panic, but his hands were futilely stretched out because of the chains that bound him.

"Don't come over!"

She roared, and all the vines stood up menacingly.

"If you dare touch me again, I'll rip your heart out!"

The torches in the dungeon suddenly went out all at once for a moment.

In the flickering light and shadow, she saw Zhong Hanshang slowly kneel down on the ground, a gentle expression on his face that she couldn't decipher.

“If this makes you feel better…” he said softly, “my life was originally yours.”

Gao Huohuo turned and left.

She had to leave this place immediately, to leave this enemy who could make her blade tremble.

But as she stumbled up the steps, the whispered words clung to her like a persistent thorn in her side.

"My life is yours."

Back in her bedchamber, Gao Huohuo frantically scrubbed her wrists, which had been touched, until her skin turned red.

But when she finally collapsed on the bed, exhausted, she couldn't help but think of that sentence again.

"This half-demon is terrifying; he must know those bewitching techniques."

Gao Huohuo rubbed the Ghost Blood Vine on her wrist, the sharp thorns on the vine trembling slightly with her emotions.

Zhong Hanshang's deep, ocean-like eyes seemed to still be watching her, making her feel extremely uncomfortable.

The knocking interrupted her thoughts.

"come in."

The door opened, and Lin Qingxue walked in carrying a translucent white jade box, its fragrance of medicine refreshing.

"Junior Sister, this is a new pill I developed. It was inspired by the idea you gave me before."

She carefully opened the box, inside which three pills glowed with a pale purple light.

Before he could finish speaking, Zhao Feiyue squeezed in, holding a array plate covered with runes.

"Huo Huo, your second senior brother and I modified the formation at your suggestion. What do you think of the result?"

She lightly touched the center of the array with her finger, and immediately starlight-like runes flowed in the air, forming a familiar pattern.

Gao Huohuo's pupils contracted slightly—she had indeed seen this formation structure before.

In a fragmented memory, she was simulating a scenario in front of a sand table with two blurry figures...

The chattering sounds, though noisy, somehow made Gao Huohuo feel a sense of warmth.

"Your Highness, the demonic cultivator in the prison requests to see you," a fox-clan maidservant whispered from outside the door.

"I know, you go down first!"

Ye Lingyu leaned against the door frame, twirling a willow-leaf dart between her fingers.

"Junior Sister, that Shadow tricked you before, you can take this opportunity to get your revenge."

Upon hearing this, Gao Huohuo paused, surprised that she had said such a thing.

Aren't you going to plead for them?

Ye Lingyu waved her hand, giving him an expression that said, "Whatever makes you happy."

"Junior sister, they owe you that. If you ask me, you should use your Purple Shadow to beat them up."

Purple Shadow, is that the long whip?

However, apart from being able to control the Ghost Blood Vine, she can't use any of the other weapons at all.

Fortunately, the Ghost Blood Vine is still quite useful, and she doesn't need those other things for the time being.

Back in the dungeon, as Gao Huohuo descended the stone steps, the Ghost Blood Vine automatically coiled into a wrist guard, its spikes faintly visible.

Ying was locked in the innermost iron cage. Upon hearing footsteps, she immediately rushed to the bars, the chains rattling loudly.

"Huo Huo, I knew you would come. Although I am a demonic cultivator, we are indeed good friends."

We met just two months ago.

Gao Huohuo smiled noncommittally and said, "And then?"

"And then...and then you left alone," Ying said somewhat guiltily.

"Aren't we good friends? Why would I leave alone?"

"Huo Huo, this is a long story. In short, you can blame Zhong Hanshang, but it really has nothing to do with me."

Gao Huohuo seized the opportunity to step forward, "Then let's get to the point and hear how you act as a friend?"

Knowing that Gao Huohuo was very wary of him, Ying had no choice but to tell the truth and recount what happened two months ago.

He simply embellished his own image to highlight Zhong Hanshang's utterly heinous crimes.

"If that's the case, then Zhong Hanshang was with me the whole time, so why didn't he tell me at the crucial moment?"

How could he possibly know what Zhong Hanshang was thinking at the time?

If he hadn't acted on his own without informing Gao Huohuo, none of this would have happened.

"Huo Huo, I'm telling you the truth. As for why he didn't tell you back then, it's probably because he was afraid you'd worry."

Worried? Why would she worry about someone who doesn't trust her?

"You and that half-demon are quite adept at bewitching people. There isn't a single good one among you demonic cultivators."

Gao Huohuo's voice was like a blade chilled by ice, cutting an invisible crack in the damp air of the dungeon.

"Huo Huo, I'm innocent!" Ying staggered back half a step, the chains rattling loudly.

"Save your sweet talk," Gao Huohuo interrupted with a cold laugh.

"Thirty years of imprisonment has been enough for me to see through the tricks of the demons."

As Gao Huohuo left the dungeon and passed Zhong Hanshang's cell, she caught a glimpse of Zhong Hanshang moving in the cell next door.

The silent half-demon, who hadn't spoken since the last interrogation, suddenly raised his head.

Gao Huohuo felt a sudden tremor in his heart and quickly looked away.

She hated this feeling of being out of control, and she hated even more the way that half-demon looked at her.

She seemed like a fragile treasure, or a lost soul returning home.

For the past three days, no one has visited the dungeon.

"Tomorrow, Her Highness the Princess will marry our young master."

Two fox-clan maids carried a large red wedding silk ribbon past the prison cell, their laughter echoing between the stone walls.

"From now on, our fox clan will be a dominant force among the demons."

“Of course,” the older maid said in a low voice. “Who in the demon race doesn’t know Princess Muling’s renown?”

Ying, who overheard the news by chance, hurriedly sent a telepathic message to Zhong Hanshang.

"Zhong Hanshang, Huo Huo is getting married to someone else tomorrow. What are your thoughts on this?"

Ying's voice carried a poisoned pleasure as he deliberately emphasized each word, slowly cutting through flesh like a dull knife.

Zhong Hanshang was leaning against the corner of the wall, weaving something with straw.

Upon hearing this, his fingers trembled, and the half-finished straw butterfly suddenly fell to the ground.

The dungeon suddenly became eerily quiet.

The sounds of dripping water and crackling torches in the distance all disappeared, as if the whole world was waiting for his reaction.

"with who?"

The two words were uttered in a hoarse, inhuman voice.

Zhong Hanshang kept his head down, his disheveled long hair obscuring his expression, only his knuckles showing a chilling bluish-white tinge.

"You've met him, Feng Lan, the young master of the fox clan." Ying admired the other's shoulders, which were gradually stiffening.

With a soft "click," a thin crack appeared in the black iron shackles on Zhong Hanshang's wrist.

He slowly raised his head, a smile on his face: "It's fine."