Deep within the Demon Ruins.
The Skeleton Temple hung above a rotting river of stars, with no earth beneath it and no sky above. Only a long stairway of white bones, piled from the wreckage of myriad worlds, led step by step to the pitch-black throne at its summit.
Twelve demonic seats were scattered throughout the temple.
"Boohoohoohoohoo..."
The three streams of sobbing from the second seat continued unabated. The child's cries were clear, the adolescent's shrill, and the young adult's low and hoarse.
One of Dou Qi's three faces belonged to a small child. Its eyes were round and bright, "innocent and pure." Perhaps because he was still too young to control himself, saliva constantly dribbled from the corner of his mouth.
Another belonged to an adolescent. His brows and eyes were sinister, and his smile brimmed with cruel delight. The third belonged to a young adult. Handsome and pale, he had pitch-black pupils like a well that had long since run dry.
"Stop crying! I hate crying more than anything! Hate it!" Zhu Rao, the girl in the third seat, snapped "sweetly," a blood-red ring beginning to form in her eyes.
The crying seemed to unsettle her emotions more and more. She hurled the doll in her arms to the floor. Its eyes were stitched shut with coarse thread, and the moment it hit the ground, it began a bizarre, nonstop "heeheeheehee."
Swept along by the doll, Zhu Rao covered her eyes with one hand and braced herself in the Blood Pool, laughing wildly.
"Boohoohoo, hahaha, heeheehee, mm-mm."
Dou Qi's sobbing from the second seat mingled with Zhu Rao's laughter from the third, until neither sounded quite like crying or laughter.
Yun Qing: "..."
This damned, beautiful mental state of Heavenly Demons. He was going back to Brother