Chapter 1246: Untitled


    Trantor: Henyee Trantions Editor: Henyee Trantions


    “He seems to be sick and won’t live for more than a few days,” the Demon Lord suddenly said.


    Yan Xiaosi looked at him in a daze before turning to look at the demonic cultivator and Ghost Mother.


    Extreme pain appeared on their faces.


    Ghost Mother said, “That day, Heng and Little Stone were struck by lightning. Although Little Stone was protected in Heng’s arms, he was still injured. Heng


    held on with hisst breath and brought Little Stone to the medical center. Do you know the oue?”


    One could imagine what would happen if a demonic cultivator brought a child of a demon to the medical center of the Holy Land.


    Yan Xiaosi barely needed to listen to understand what had happened to them.


    The physique of a demonic cultivator was stronger than that of a righteous cultivator. Moreover, Heng’s realm was not low. If it was not to protect his son, he couldpletely withstand the lightning. However, he did not do so. He used all his strength on his son.


    Even so, he did not die on the spot. But he was seriously injured and was no longer a threat to the righteous cultivators.


    However, the orthodox cultivators would not let him off just because he was injured. They beat him up, bullied him, picked up their weapons, and wanted to kill him. When their snowke-like fistsnded on him, he did not fight back. He only knelt quietly in front of the medical center and begged the doctors to save his dying son.


    Until now, Ghost Mother could still name those medical centers and all the cultivators who had participated in beating them up.


    “All… themoners and cultivators you captured… were they the ones who stood by and beat them up back then?”


    “It’s more than that…” Ghost Mother took a deep breath andughed until tears fell. “I’ve let go of ordinary people. They’re not obligated to save the dead and help the injured, but why are the people from the medical center… Aren’t they doctors? Aren’t they good at saving the dead and helping the injured? And those cultivators…”


    Yan Xiaosi understood. Back then, there were many people present, and there were also many people who beat them up. However, she only punished the people from the medical center and cultivators with cultivation.


    Whether it was the ordinary people who stood by and did nothing, or the father and son who were beaten up, Ghost Mother did not touch them.


    “Heng didn’t have to die… My son didn’t have to be so seriously injured… If it weren’t for them… If it weren’t for them…” Ghost Mother screamed hysterically.


    “Stop talking! Stop talking!” The demonic cultivator hugged Ghost Mother’s shoulder, hot tears gushing out of his eyes.


    Little Stone was born a demon. Like demonic cultivators, he could not enter reincarnation. Once he died, he wouldpletely disappear from the six worlds.


    Ghost Mother and the demonic cultivator hoped to be able to apany their son on thest journey of his life. They would send their son away first before Ghost Mother sent him away.


    Ghost Mother grabbed the demonic cultivator’s wrist and leaned against this man’s chest. She looked at the Demon Lord and Yan Xiaosi. The Demon Lord’s hand was already covered in blood, but this young master’s eyes were clear.


    Ghost Motherughed self-deprecatingly and said to Yan Xiaosi, “Perhaps Young Master will think that those people don’t deserve to die, but what I want to say is that I don’t feel any guilt at all after killing them!”


    Yan Xiaosi opened her mouth, not knowing how to answer. She, Yan Xiaosi, was not a noble person. She did not sympathize with those people. She just felt sorry for that child. In the entire matter, no one was innocent, except him.


    Yan Xiaosi looked at the human and rabbit in the room. The first piece of carrot snack had been finished. The little boy fumbled for a second piece to feed it. Only then did Yan Xiaosi realize that there was a strange scar on the rabbit’s body.


    Ghost Mother choked and said, “He picked it up from the road. At that time, the rabbit was shot by an arrow and he saved it. I don’t remember how many little things he saved.. He always saves this and that, but who will save him?”