Hearing Yu Xing's words, the boy said nothing, but his tense shoulders eased ever so slightly. The gloom that had somehow gathered in his chest slowly dissipated.
The faint, indescribable, twisted consciousness that had begun to take root suddenly lost the soil it needed to grow, and died before it could be born.
Ghost Wine gave a quiet click of his tongue, sounding a little regretful.
He'd come so close. This world might have given birth to a vessel for a follower sharing the same origin as [Him].
Just like Mingzhu, whom Yu Xing had met during the livestream in Nanshui Town.
The thought flashed through his mind and vanished without a trace, as though it had never existed.
Ghost Wine's thoughts wandered aimlessly...
Yu Xing's tone didn't suit the Fox Demon identity he was pretending to be at all. Why was a dignified fox demon wearing human skin speaking so gently?
Heh. Probably because... looking at that little brat now reminded him of himself in the past.
What, had he developed some pity because he could relate? Plenty of people in the world had a hazy understanding of themselves. He was one of them, shut away in a dark little room. This pity... was completely unnecessary.
But come to think of it, had Yu Xing ever been this afraid?
It was hard to imagine Yu Xing looking scared.
Since he'd stopped instead of continuing forward, Zhao Yijiu stood where he was, his thoughts wandering farther and farther afield.
Without even realizing it, the scarlet in his eyes slowly faded. The violent impulses that had constantly danced along his nerves seemed to freeze, settling into stillness.
His reason returned, smoothing away the ghostly menace and mockery at the corners of his mouth and in his eyes.
All that remained was