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Chapter 286 Your 2 Months Are My 3 Years
These words exploded like thunder.
The teacup in Ye Lingyu's hand clattered to the ground, and Lou Chongxiao suddenly stood up.
"Thirty years? Huo Huo, we just met a little over two months ago. When did you spend thirty years in the Demon Realm?"
Upon hearing this, Gao Huohuo looked at Ying with disbelief.
Two months? What about the thirty marks she made on the stone wall with her fingernails?
He then had the Ghost Blood Vine entangle Shadow, hoisted him up in front of him, and patted his face.
"Your two months are my thirty years. Demonic cultivators are indeed full of tricks."
When Gao Huohuo looked up again, the killing intent in his eyes was even stronger.
"Feng Lan, lock these two demonic cultivators up. I want to interrogate them myself."
“Junior Sister,” Lou Chongxiao said, mustering his courage, “perhaps there’s some misunderstanding? Fellow Daoist Zhong and Ying…”
"I'm not your junior sister." Gao Huohuo narrowed her eyes, the Ghost Blood Vine stirring restlessly.
Zhong Hanshang and Ying exchanged a glance, but did not resist.
Before being taken away by the fox clan guards, Zhong Hanshang turned back and gave Gao Huohuo a deep look.
"Huo Huo, believe it or not, I never intended to hurt you."
Gao Huohuo snorted coldly and turned to leave.
"What exactly happened?" After Gao Huohuo left, Ye Lingyu anxiously grabbed Lou Chongxiao. "How did Junior Sister end up like this?"
Lou Chongxiao shook his head blankly, "I don't know either... Junior Sister never used that tone to talk to me before."
"Let's ask our masters! Hopefully they can find a solution."
Inside the main hall of the Shadow Moon Sect, the light from the communication jade slip gradually faded, leaving the room in complete silence.
Zhao Feiyue was the first to break the silence: "Junior Sister, have you lost your memory?"
Lin Qingxue gently stroked the dust-repelling bead given to her by Gao Huohuo on the sword tassel, and whispered:
"According to what Third Senior Sister and the others said, that is indeed the case. It's just that we don't know what Junior Sister went through in the Demon Realm."
Why would she say she'd been trapped for thirty years?
Hu Daji said, "I once saw a time array in a book that can make the flow of time inside the array different from that outside."
Huo Huo may have been imprisoned within the formation for thirty years, while only two months had passed in the outside world.
Shen Cangxuan nodded and continued his analysis:
"That's possible. The reason Huo Huo lost some of her memories is probably because something went wrong when she was merging with her clone."
“Master, I want to go and see for myself; maybe I can be of help.”
As soon as Lin Qingxue finished speaking, the other disciples also asked to go together.
After thinking for a moment, Shen Cangxuan agreed to their request.
Seeing familiar people more often might help you remember them sooner.
Now the Shadow Moon Faction is left with only the two of them, and even White Crane has gone with them.
On the second day, Gao Huohuo discovered that another group of foxes had arrived.
As she stepped into the reception room, nine pairs of eyes immediately turned to her.
Gao Huohuo paused slightly—the way these people were looking at her was too strange.
It's like looking at a cat or dog that's been lost for many years—a mixture of surprise, joy, and a touch of caution.
"Feng Lan, when did your fox clan become so hospitable?"
Upon hearing this, Feng Lan coughed once before replying respectfully:
"Your Highness, these people all claim to be your senior brothers and sisters, so I dared not stop them!"
"Senior brothers and sisters? None of them are as powerful as me, yet they call themselves my senior brothers and sisters. It's laughable!"
The eight people who were caught in the crossfire exchanged glances, then turned back to look at the sky.
Junior Sister is going all out, not even sparing her own people?
Only Baihe stared longingly at Gao Huohuo, wanting to go forward and speak but worried that his junior uncle would be further agitated.
"What about those two demonic cultivators? I want to interrogate them separately."
Upon hearing that Gao Huohuo wanted to interrogate Zhong Hanshang and Ying, the members of the Shadow Moon Sect were somewhat worried.
Finally, Ye Lingyu spoke up with a dismissive expression:
"They made our junior sister suffer so much, it's no big deal for her to collect some interest herself."
The Fox Clan's Prison.
The dungeon's stone steps were cold and damp, and Gao Huohuo took each step heavily, deliberately making a crisp sound as his boot heels struck the ground.
She wanted that half-demon to hear—his judge had arrived.
"Open the door," she said to the guard, her voice as cold as ice.
The iron bars creaked open, and in the dimly lit cell, Zhong Hanshang sat against the wall.
As he looked up, a ray of light shone through the small window high up and fell on his face, outlining a silhouette that she found strangely familiar.
Gao Huohuo clenched his sleeves tightly.
"You've come." Zhong Hanshang stood up, the chains rattling.
His voice was soft, yet it felt like a dull knife slowly scraping against her nerves.
She raised her chin, and the Ghost Blood Vine stood tall like a venomous snake. "Don't pretend we're so close. You answer whatever I ask."
Zhong Hanshang did not respond, but simply looked at her quietly.
A strange, indescribable emotion surged within her chest, and she suddenly felt an urge to tear that calm face apart.
"The first question—" Gao Huohuo took a step closer, but was caught off guard by the scent of pine mixed with rust on his body.
The taste was like a fine needle, precisely piercing the cracks in her memory.
Her breath hitched, and the question she had prepared got stuck in her throat.
Zhong Hanshang suddenly raised his hand, and she immediately took half a step back, causing the Ghost Blood Vine to grow rapidly.
"It was just covered in straw."
He smiled wryly as he picked a dry blade of grass from her shoulder, the motion as practiced as if he had done it a thousand times before.
When his fingertips brushed against her earlobe, a shiver ran down her spine, startling her so much that she almost summoned vines to attack.
too weird.
Gao Huohuo stared at his palm—it was trembling slightly.
The Ghost Blood Vine writhed restlessly on her wrist; she could feel its thirst for Zhong Hanshang's blood.
But when she was about to urge it on, the vine tip hesitated and curled up.
"What did you do to my Blood Vine?" she demanded sharply.
"Fire, maybe it's not that I did anything to it, but that you forgot me, yet it still remembers me for you."
Zhong Hanshang stepped forward and took out his Jinghong Sword.
"Where are your Purple Shadow and Cold Light? They both remember what happened between you and me."
"Nonsense!" She pressed her temple sharply, where it was throbbing. "Demons are masters of bewitching people—"
“You love osmanthus sugar cake the most,” Zhong Hanshang suddenly said. “You used to like wearing red clothes and would unconsciously pick at your fingers when you were thinking.”
He took a step forward with each sentence he spoke, until the Ghost Blood Vine pressed against his chest.
Gao Huohuo was struck dumb, but then she heard the chains rattle – Zhong Hanshang had seized the opportunity to grab her wrist.
The moment their skin touched, a burst of heat exploded from the point of contact.
Countless fragments flashed before her eyes: the initial disdain they felt upon meeting in the Dark River, their shared battles in Sunset City, and the unwavering bond they formed with the demons...
"Let go!" she screamed, shaking him off. The Ghost Blood Vine lashed wildly against the stone wall, leaving a deep gash.
My heart was pounding wildly in my chest, as if trying to break free from some invisible constraint.
The feeling was terrifying—even though he hated the demons to the core, every inch of his flesh and blood seemed to rejoice when touched by this half-demon.
Zhong Hanshang was slammed against the wall by the shockwave from the vines, but he still stubbornly looked up at her.
"Your body remembers me, doesn't it?"