Chapter 197:
Below the crumbling city walls.
Qiao Mu’s body lay in a pool of blood, still and lifeless, staining the yellow sand with fresh blood.
The little kitten nestled quietly in his arms, until his heart stopped beating, leaving only warmth in his lifeless body.
Storyteller Clairvoyance occasionally glanced at the sudden appearance of the cat from the corner of his eye, with a flicker in his forehead.
As one of the pillars of the Tide Listening Building Fantastic Faction, Clairvoyance had heard countless stories, so he pondered on the origin of this strange cat.
While he was carefully watching, he saw the cat suddenly tremble and then swiftly crawl out from Qiao Mu’s lifeless body.
"When soone dies, do they prepare to leave?" Clairvoyance frowned and pondered.
"Appearing by the side of the deceased and leaving after death, I have heard of such creatures vague before. It is said that there used to be a kind of demon that fed on death energy, called the Underworld ssenger…"
As he was contemplating, he noticed the demonic cat’s pupils dilating slightly. The small body started to tremble on the sandy ground, eventually lying down weakly. Even its tongue hung out to the side, displaying a powerless and limp appearance.
"What’s happening now? Would a demon that feeds on death energy show such behavior? Or am I thinking too much?" Clairvoyance silently nodded.
"Seeing it with my own eyes is better than hearing about it a hundred tis. So, creatures that temporarily weaken after consuming death energy… then…"
Just as he was about to finish that thought, all three of his eyes twitched slightly as he suddenly looked in one direction.
A light breeze swept by, lifting the dust from the ground.
In front of him appeared an elderly man with long white hair reaching his waist.
The cat lay still on the ground, sticking out its tongue, and looked weakly at the standing Qiao Mu, then glanced at the lying down Qiao Mu.
Ordinary people rely on vision to recognize characters, while cats and dogs rely more on sll. But for the Impermanent Demon Cat, it recognizes characters with invisible death energy using its eyes.
It doesn’t understand now.
Because it’s just a little kitty.
But as the strong death energy entered its body, its little belly started to swell.
Even though it didn’t understand, it felt so good…. The cat stopped thinking and continued to lie still on the ground.
"You are…." Storyteller Clairvoyance was uncertain.
The old man appeared suddenly, with his white hair scattered on his shoulders, almost reaching his waist in length.
He looked very old, with a face that vaguely resembled the Qiao Shuangsen lying on the ground.
Of course, Qiao Shuangsen’s body was right there, dead for everyone to see. No one would connect the old man in front of them with the clearly dead Qiao Shuangsen.
So Lu Yanbei was stunned, only guessing that this old man might be related to Qiao Shuangsen based on his appearance.
Storyteller Clairvoyance had a passing guess in her mind.
The people in this lonely city had no idea about the famous hidden Qiao family outside, and Lu Yanbei, who had been in the lonely city for a year, didn’t know either.
But he did know.
"Is this another centenarian of the Qiao family?" he guessed.
The hidden Qiao family followed an ancient blood revenge principle, with family mbers not supporting each other in their daily lives. They seed like ordinary people with no family ties.
But once a descendant of the Qiao family died wrongly, the next elder of the Qiao family would co one after another and seek revenge for the deceased Qiao family mber.
However, Clairvoyance didn’t expect this.
In other places it might be fine, but this lonely city in the desert is covered by the mysterious illusions of the Immortal Gate. Can all the elders of the Qiao family co in?
Thinking of this, he felt a little hope in his heart.
"I am Qiao Ruosen (ruo, fourth tone), Qiao Shuangsen is my son," Qiao Mu turned to look at Clairvoyance:
"Although our bloodline is connected to the Qiao’s family, I am still a step too late. In my old age, I still have to collect the body of my own son…"
Qiao Mu sighed softly, looking into the distance.
The lonely city is shrouded in a grand illusion, so we cannot see the scenery of the Jiu Province, including the existence of the Anxi Pass.
But Qiao Mu can still sense it.
After stepping into spiritual refining, the intuition is no longer intermittent, but constantly guided by the "Martial Saint Spiritual Technique
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