Long Jinyu Jian Yu's emerald sword was still hanging in the air, the tip of the sword as steady as if it was nailed into the air, and he couldn't help but sigh softly.
"Sister Yu, don't be so fierce." He stretched out his hand and gently pressed down her wrist. "It's enough to scare her. Why are you taking out your sword? We are civilized people and don't like this."
He tilted his head more and more, looking at the young man's face with his emerald eyes, as if he wanted to say something, but in the end he just gave a soft "hmm".
She turned her wrist, and the sword turned into tiny emerald light spots from the tip, dissipating like fireflies. Those light spots fell on Blood Prison's shoulders and knees, making no sound.
He took two steps back and stood quietly next to Long Jinyu. The dragon's tail quietly stretched out and tightly wrapped around his calf. The scales were slightly cool, with an unmistakable sense of protection.
Blood Prison Douluo's eyes paused on the dragon's tail for a moment, then moved away. His breathing was obviously slower than before.
He looked at the dark gold chain on his wrist and said, "Master Yu is right. People like me are indeed not worthy of knowing your name. But..."
He raised his head, his eyes slid across Yu's face and landed on Long Jinyu.
"Your Majesty, Dean Long, seemed to have told me accidentally just now."
Yu's green eyes narrowed slightly.
Long Jinyu was also stunned for a moment, and then realized - he had just called "Sister Yu" several times. Blood Prison Douluo is not deaf.
"I can't tell." Yu's voice fell from above his head, with a hint of teasing, "You are still a slippery man."
Blood Prison did not refute, nor was he proud.
Long Jinyu leaned forward slightly while leaning on the back of the chair. He stared at Blood Prison's face with his golden and silver eyes, and suddenly felt that this person was more complicated than he thought. He was not a hard-boned person, nor a soft head - he was the kind of person who could bend and stretch, and knew when to bow his head.
"Blood Prison Douluo," he closed the book and tapped the cover twice with his fingertips, "What did you just call me?"
Blood Prison raised his head, his eyes met those strange eyes, and he did not dodge.
"Dean Long." His voice became much calmer, "The name of the Lord of Yanhuang Lingyun is Might Shakes the Four Directions. Since ancient times, heroes have been born in young boys. Today, I can see that the name is truly worthy of the name. I... did not lose unjustly."
Long Jinyu leaned on the back of his chair and did not answer the call immediately.
"Isn't your speed of changing faces a little too fast?" He reached out to pick up the booklet on the table and flipped through it casually. "One second you said I was a young boy, but now I am the Dean Long of Might Shakes the Four Directions?"
Blood Prison's mouth twitched, as if he wanted to smile, but couldn't.
A trace of bitterness and self-deprecation flashed across his face. After living for nearly a hundred years, he understood so clearly for the first time: in the face of absolute power, so-called dignity is worthless.
"Dean, don't blame me." His voice lowered, "Although I have been banned from Martial Soul and Soul Power, my perception of blood is not affected at all. When you said you were Long Jinyu, my intuition told me that you are not human."
"Oh?" Long Jinyu said with a hint of interest in his tone, "What about the 'not human' method?"
Blood Prison was silent for a moment, as if trying to organize his words.
"In my life, I have seen countless strong people. There are many Limit Douluo - their Qi and blood may be fiery, cold, or vast, but they have never left the category of 'human beings'."
He paused.
"But you are different. The Bloodline Power in you is so powerful that it makes my soul tremble. It is not something that can be accumulated through practice - it is blood, something engraved in the bones and innate. It is almost impossible for a human body to carry such power."
He lowered his eyes.
"So I speculate that you are not a human being. You are most likely a strong Soul Beast - or even the co-leader of Soul Beast pretending to be."
The interrogation room was quiet for a moment.
Long Jinyu smiled.
He slowly raised his hand and patted it a few times.
"Pah, pah, pah."
The applause was not heavy, but it was particularly clear in this silent room.
"Blood Prison Douluo, you really impressed me." His tone was like praising a student who got full marks in the exam, "You can still maintain such a calm analysis ability even when Soul Power was banned and became a prisoner. You are worthy of Third Offering of Holy Spirit Cult."
Blood Prison said nothing.
Long Jinyu stood up, walked around from behind Yu, and walked to Blood Prison.
"But-"
He tilted his head slightly, "I still prefer your unruly look before."
Blood Prison's eyelids twitched.
"Dean, there is no need to joke." He lowered his head, with a hint of exhaustion in his voice, "I was blind before and spoke arrogantly. If the dean wants to argue, I have nothing to say."
"It doesn't matter."
Long Jinyu turned around, walked back to his chair, sat down, and picked up the booklet again.
"It seems that now, we can finally have a good chat."
Blood Prison exhaled a long breath, as if he had finally let go of something.
"Alas--"
"I know that in front of you, all resistance is in vain. I even hope to self-destruct - this Mr. Yu or that green-haired woman must be able to stop me and control me to spit out information."
The more he looked, the less he responded.
"Instead of letting others manipulate you like that," he continued, "It's better to be dignified and let me say it myself. I just hope that after you get the information you want, you must give me a good time."
Long Jinyu's hand turning over the book paused slightly.
"We have no habit of abusing prisoners." He looked calmly, "The final decision will be based on the crime you committed."
He took one look and recovered.
She became more aware. She raised her hand, and with a flash of emerald light, a glistening jasper table emerged from the void and landed steadily in front of Long Jinyu. The tabletop was as smooth as a mirror, reflecting the cold white light of Soul Guidance Lamp.
Long Jinyu spread out the booklet and dipped the tip of his pen in ink. "Okay, let's continue with the first question."
Blood Prison looked at the table that appeared out of thin air, and his eyelids jumped again.
It's not Soul Tool. Is it some kind of purer force, created out of thin air? Or is it extracted directly from a dimension he doesn't know about. Either way is beyond the reach of his level.
He suddenly felt that his "decent" request just now might not be as decent as he imagined.
"Then... I will first introduce to you the internal structure of Holy Spirit Cult."
He cleared his throat.
"The supreme ruler of Holy Spirit Cult is the supreme leader, Death God Douluo--Ye Xishui. She is the wife of the former leader Old Ghost Zhongli, and she is also a Limit Douluo."
The pen tip of Long Jinyu touched the paper lightly without interruption.
"In addition to the supreme leader, there is also a leader and a deputy leader. The leader's name is Zhongli Wu, and the deputy leader's name is Feng Ling. Under the two leaders..."
"Stop."
Long Jinyu Put down the pen.
Blood Prison was startled.
"Under the leader, there are your Saint Holy Son, and the eight elders." Long Jinyu continued speaking for him, his tone was calm, as if he was reading a list that he had already known by heart, "The eight elders are all Titled Douluo. But your strongest combat power is Offering Hall's 'Twelve Sacrifice'. There are so many strong people in it, with an average of Super Douluo per capita. Even a level 97 strongman like you can only rank third."
He paused, raised his eyes, and met Blood Prison's gradually enlarging pupils.
"And the chief worshipper is Dark Holy Dragon, one of the rumored Black and White Twin Holy Dragons--Dragon King Douluo, Long Xiaoyao."
Blood Prison's expression completely changed.
It's not a simple fear - it's a kind of horror that has been plucked out of the darkness and has nowhere to hide.
The chains clattered - he subconsciously wanted to stand up, but was pulled back again.
"It's impossible..." His voice was harsh, "This is the highest secret in the religion. How... how could you..."
"How would I know?"
Long Jinyu turned around and said, "That's not important. The important thing is - I want to hear your story Holy Son."
Blood Prison stared at him for a long time, as if confirming whether the person in front of him was real.
Finally, he leaned back in his chair slumpedly, and the chain fell to his side, making a small sound of metal friction.
"Holy Son..." Blood Prison murmured, as if he was talking to himself, "He is naturally beautiful, but he has an impetuous temperament and his eyes are higher than his head. Compared to you, he is far behind."
Long Jinyu covered his forehead, and a few strands of silver hair fell from between his fingertips.
"I'm not interested in hearing this. Say something useful."
Yu, who was standing beside him, suddenly chuckled.
"I think," she said slowly, "Blood Prison Douluo is telling the truth."
Long Jinyu: "..."
"Ahem, okay, let's continue."
Blood Prison Watching the two people singing along, something moved deep in his eyes, like some kind of emotion called "envy" that hadn't been touched in a long time.
But he quickly suppressed it. Following Long Jinyu's question, he continued.
"Holy Spirit Cult selects Holy Son saints. In most cases, the leader Zhongli Wu personally selects candidates. The main target is Martial Soul Master who has evil attributes, dark attributes or devouring attributes. Then the priest or elder will come forward to 'invite' the person back."
He paused.
"But this Holy Son is an anomaly. Maybe... it's really God's will."
Blood Prison's gaze became distant, as if he was looking through a yellowed old painting.
"That was a winter a few years ago."
"Deputy leader Feng Ling finished her work at Radiant City and had just left Duskwater Alliance. There were few pedestrians on the street and the snow was falling heavily. She didn't want to stay longer, but when she passed a restaurant, she accidentally saw a little boy huddled under a shed."
"Ragged clothes, messy black hair, face covered with dust. But that face -"
Blood Prison closed his eyes.
"Even if he was so dirty, he couldn't block his exquisite facial features. He squatted in the corner, hunched his shoulders, and nibbled on half a piece of bread given by someone. People passing by would glance at him more or less, but no one stopped."
"Feng Ling doesn't intend to stop either."
"But she couldn't help but look at him one more time."
"It was at this glance that she was stunned."
"The aura hidden in that child is clearly a realm that she has always dreamed of, but has never touched in her entire life."
"... the ultimate evil."
Blood Prison opened his eyes, his dark red pupils reflecting the pale light of the interrogation room.
Heart-Questioning Pavilion was so quiet that only the faint hum of Soul Guidance Lamp remained.
"What happened next?" Long Jinyu's voice was very soft.
"Later - the boy was brought back to Holy Spirit Cult." Blood Prison continued, "Meeting the supreme leader, the God of Death personally awakened Martial Soul for him."
His speaking speed suddenly slowed down.
"But she didn't expect - none of us expected - that a pair of wings would sprout from the child's back. As the light circulated, the shadow of Martial Soul that emerged behind him was clearly..."
Blood Prison paused.
"An angel!"
Long Jinyu was stunned.
"An angel again?" Yu's eyebrows moved slightly.
"Golden wings, sacred halo." Blood Prison's voice became deeper, "Zhongli Wu and several worshipers changed their expressions on the spot, and immediately gathered Soul Power, preparing to kill him on the spot."
"But the Supreme Leader stopped them."
"It was at this moment that the originally sacred Angel Phantom suddenly twisted and deformed. The golden light dissipated and was replaced by boundless darkness."
Blood Prison's tone had a hint of complexity, as if he was recalling the shock in the hall that day.
"The God of Death laughed wildly on the spot, and the laughter echoed throughout the hall, with an almost morbid madness. Everyone present was silent, and no one dared to interrupt her. Finally, she said - this is God's will."
He raised his head and looked at Long Jinyu.
"She designated the child as Holy Spirit Cult Holy Son, the only heir. She also ordered Feng Ling and Zhongli Wu to adopt him as their adopted son and follow them in cultivation from then on."
"I have been with Holy Spirit Cult for so many years, and I have seen Ye Xishui countless times. She is a lunatic - this is something that the powerful people in the entire continent know. But that day was the first time I saw her lose her composure."
"Later I found out that the child's Martial Soul--"
Blood Prison's voice suddenly dropped, as if he was saying a name that shouldn't be mentioned.
"The opposite of an angel."
"It is the back side of the light, the sacred shadow, the supreme existence after the fall."
"Legend has it that the wings of an angel are golden, which represents purity, sanctity, and inviolability. And his wings are black, like the black that comes out of the bones after the light has dissipated."
"That kind of darkness is not evil. It is... betrayal."
"It betrayed light, betrayed holiness, and betrayed everything it once represented. It swallowed light, not to destroy it, but to use it for its own purposes; it embraced evil, not because of ignorance, but because it saw through the hypocrisy behind 'holiness'."
"So, it is the 'ultimate evil'. It is not the obsessive evil like ordinary Evil Soul Master - it is the 'evil' at the level of laws and the opposite of 'sacred'."
"Ye Xishui calls it-'Fallen Angel'."
Long Jinyu's pen tip paused on the paper.
He lowered his head, looked at the half-written word "fall", and was silent for a moment.
Then, he slowly raised his head.
In the golden and silver eyes, there was no shock, no horror - only a kind of... faint calmness that seemed to say "Sure enough".
"Finished?"
Blood Prison was stunned.
"That's it?"
Long Jinyu put down the pen, leaned back in the chair, folded his hands on his knees, "I thought you were going to tell an earth-shattering story. Picking up orphans in the snow, awakening to the god level Martial Soul, and being appointed as the heir by a crazy woman - I'm tired of seeing this routine in novels."
He tilted his head and looked at Yu beside him.
"Sister Yu, what do you think?"
Yu shrugged slightly, with a lazy smile in his green eyes, "It's true... it's a bit old-fashioned."
Blood Prison:"?!?"