Please Spare My Life, Disciple of the Demon Lord

Chapter 278 A Light for Me

"With this girl's appearance, if I had seen her before, I would definitely not forget her. It's a pity that today is the first time I see her." The man opposite answered Mu Qingge's question after a moment's silence.

Mu Qingge lowered his eyes and put the Feiyu sword in his hand back into the inner room.

“But for the sake of convenience, you can call me benefactor.” The man said with a smile.

Mu Qingge tilted her head slightly. After all, it was he who saved her, so it was not an exaggeration to call him benefactor. However, this man was obviously teasing her, so the term benefactor sounded a bit forced.

But since he had saved me, and I wanted to ask him for information, I had no choice but to give in to his wishes. "Please tell me where this place is, benefactor?"

She did not see the man's smile, but only heard his answer: "Eight hundred miles of yellow sand."

Mu Qingge frowned slightly. These five words sounded really unexpected. The man continued to explain, "Or change the name so that you can better understand what kind of place this is."

Mu Qingge looked at him.

"Another name for this place is Huangquan Road, which is where the dead must pass. Miss Mu, you've gone to the wrong place."

Huangquan Road? The hexagonal mirror of Wujiyuan can actually lead to the dead zone?

Isn't that the man in front of her? The coldness she felt just now was due to this.

Although Mu Qingge looked shocked, he quickly calmed down and asked, "What was chasing us just now?"

"It is an evil spirit, but also a minion. Souls that do not leave the Yellow Spring Road will either become food for the evil spirits, or become the evil spirits themselves. Many ghosts who enter the Yellow Spring Road will stay here for hundreds of years and cannot be reborn because they cannot see the road ahead clearly."

"After a long time, some ghosts gave up and simply became evil spirits in the Yellow Springs Road, eating the souls passing by to increase their strength." At this point, the man paused, with a dangerous reminder in his tone, "They also especially like living souls, and even more like living people."

"Excuse me for being blunt, Miss Mu, you are now a popular person in Huangquan Road. I am afraid that anyone who sees you will want to enter your body and play around. After all, they have not been human for a long time."

Mu Qingge's heart tightened slightly, fearing that in his current condition, he would not be able to deal with these evil spirits that had existed on the Yellow Springs Road for hundreds of years.

"But don't worry. Since you called me your benefactor, I will not let you do that in vain. I will help you to the end and see you off to the end. If you need me, I can be your bodyguard for a while until your injury heals."

"Why help me?"

“Do you need a reason to help others?”

Don't you need it? Mu Qingge subconsciously wanted to ask, but in the end she didn't ask.

She changed the question, "Why are you staying here?"

The man was silent for a while, "This is going to start with my story. Do you really want to hear it, Miss Mu?"

"If you are willing to tell me, Qingge is all ears."

After a long while, the person on the other side let out an almost inaudible laugh and said, "How about this, you ask me a question and I ask you a question, that's fair."

Indeed, this is fair, and Mu Qingge did not refuse immediately.

In the blurred vision, the man approached her and said, "It's not safe here yet. Let's talk while we walk."

He grabbed her wrist and held a branch in her hand.

The moment Mu Qingge touched his hand, she felt a chill, extremely cold.

Dead people have no warmth.

"I'll go ahead and you just follow." His voice was gentle. He grabbed the other end of the branch and pulled it gently. Mu Qingge followed behind.

The man's relaxed voice came from the front: "You ask first."

Mu Qingge: "It is said that the souls who lost their way on the Yellow Spring Road were those who had done evil in their lives, or those who had evil thoughts in their hearts. But I see that you are conscious and don't seem to have evil thoughts. You can also walk freely here, so you are not a person who has lost his way."

Mu Qingge paused, and after thinking of the answer, he confirmed: "Did you stay here on purpose?"

"Yes." He answered directly without hiding anything, "I'm looking for a lamp."

"A light that only I can see."

His voice was a bit sad, but then it changed to a relaxed tone, and even raised the tone by several degrees, and asked Mu Qingge: "It's my turn. How did Miss Mu get in?"

Mu Qingge lowered his eyes, "In order to avoid some people, I accidentally fell here from the Wuji Abyss."

"Who?" He did not ask Wu Jiyuan, but was concerned about this. Seeing that Mu Qingge looked a little strange, he naturally added, "I will ask first this time."

Mu Qingge was speechless, and the person in front of her didn't urge her, but just waited quietly.

"My master and fellow disciples."

At that moment she didn't know why she was willing to tell him this, but at this moment, their conversation was like a game of exchanging sincerity for sincerity.

"Are they going to hurt you?"

Mu Qingge was silent for a moment, "This is the next question."

The man smiled, "It's the girl's turn."

Mu Qingge: "Why are you looking for that lamp?"

"Then I have to ask a question first... Do you know why those things couldn't get out of the 800-li yellow sand?"

"Please teach me, sir."

Man: "Because most of them were cut off from their relatives and were heartless and ungrateful in their previous lives, after entering this place, all they could see was darkness and endless yellow sand. Without someone to guide them, it would be difficult for them to walk out of the yellow sand and enter the cycle of reincarnation on their own."

"The lamp you are talking about is something that guides the direction?"

"Yes, that is the love and sustenance of the deceased for the living. If there is someone they cannot let go of after they die, they will separate part of their spiritual consciousness and turn it into a lamp on the Yellow Spring Road to guide the person they care about out of the eight hundred miles of yellow sand."

"I am an orphan. I want to see if I can also see a light like this that is lit for me."