The little crybaby in the group, the young master is a softie

"You little beast are so eloquent that I cannot win an argument with you. If you are really sincere in resolving the grievances between the two tribes, then let my wife and the innocent children who were killed return to my side. Only then will I consider surrendering. Otherwise, there is no point in discussing it!"

Di Yin's eyes flashed with embarrassment, "Ghost King, reincarnation is the law of heaven and earth. Even if I am the Demon Lord, it is difficult to reverse life and death and bring the dead back to life. But I am willing to make up for the trauma suffered by the Ghost Clan in other ways."

Cang Yuan put down the teacup in his hand heavily, "Humph! As expected by this king, you are just a hypocritical person who can only talk big. You can't even do this request, and you still want this king to submit to you, it's just a foolish dream!"

Di Yin took a deep breath and said, "Ghost King, although I cannot bring your family back to life directly, I can build a monument for them so that future generations will remember them forever.

"A monument?" Cang Yuan sneered, his voice full of disdain, "Can this make up for the pain of losing my loved ones and appease the resentment of the millions of wronged souls of the Ghost Clan?

You think everything is too simple! My wife is gentle and kind, and my children are innocent. They had no power to resist in that brutal massacre and died with hatred. You want to use these insignificant compensations to exchange for my compromise. It's ridiculous!"

Liu Rangchen quickly stepped forward and handed Cangyuan a cup of hot tea, and said softly and comfortingly: "Master, please moisten your throat. We don't have to be angry with such a despicable villain."

Cang Yuan nodded, took it and took a sip.

Di Yin continued: "Ghost King, I know this is far from enough. In the future, the Shura tribe will regard the Ghost tribe as the closest ally and give the Ghost tribe the greatest support in terms of resource allocation, territory protection, etc.

I will also issue a decree in the name of the Demon Lord, so that all tribes in the demon world will remember the suffering of the ghost tribe and never let similar tragedies happen again. "

Cang Yuan got even angrier after hearing this, "You little bastard, your promise is nothing but empty words to me. Go away, I'm in a good mood today and don't bother to fight with you."

Di Yin sat on the stool, silent for a long time. He knew in his heart that this was an almost impossible task, but in order to resolve the feud between the two tribes and for the sake of his beloved little bunny, Di Yin was willing to give it a try.

"Okay! Ghost King, I promise you that I will find a way to resurrect your wife and children."

Cang Yuan's eyes were full of disbelief, staring at Di Yin, "You, what did you say?"

Di Yin repeated word for word: "I will try every possible means to revive your wife and children."

There was a flicker of hesitation in Cang Yuan's eyes, but it was quickly replaced by vigilance. He snorted and said sarcastically:

"Humph! Do you think I will believe your lies? It is not easy to revive my wife and children! There is no such power in this world. You are just stalling for time."

Di Yin shook his head and said seriously: "Ghost King, I swear in the name of the Demon Lord that I will do my best. If I break my promise, I am willing to bear any punishment."

Cang Yuan sneered, a cunning look appeared on his face: "Well, since you are so sure, it is not enough to just resurrect my wife and children. You have to resurrect more than 8 million people of my ghost tribe, otherwise, there is no need to talk about it!"

When Di Yin heard this condition, he felt powerless. "Ghost King, resurrecting more than eight million people seriously exceeds the laws of the world. This is something that is simply impossible to accomplish if you force it.

It will definitely cause chaos in time and space, and the entire demon world and even the three realms will fall into an irretrievable situation.

Countless innocent lives will suffer catastrophic disasters because of this act, and by then, new hatred and disasters will cover the three realms again."

Cang Yuan's face was full of sarcasm: "Little bastard, don't use these high-sounding reasons to evade me. You dare not agree, it's nothing but cowardice, and you have no sincerity to solve the problem at all!

When you attacked the Ghost Tribe, did you ever think that it would lead to such tragic consequences? Now you are using the safety of the Three Realms as an excuse, how ridiculous! "

Di Yin: "Ghost King, I admit that the Shura Clan's war against the Ghost Clan was an unforgivable mistake I made.

But now, I sincerely hope to make up for this mistake. Although we cannot resurrect all the ghost tribe members, we can comfort their souls in heaven through other means. "

Cang Yuan laughed in anger, "In my opinion, you are just talking nonsense! Apart from resurrecting my people, everything else is empty talk! If you can't revive them, don't even think about making me submit!"

Di Yin was speechless. He felt that he could not have a conversation with this old man at all, but he had to patiently continue to argue with him:

“Ghost King, rebuild the Ghost Clan and restore its former glory. Allow the Ghost Clan’s bloodline and culture to continue in the Demon Realm. This is also a kind of comfort to the deceased.

The Shura tribe is willing to fully assist the Ghost tribe, find the scattered tribe members, provide training resources and shelter. In the demon world, the Ghost tribe and the Shura tribe are given the same status, and they will jointly resist the threats of other forces. "

"Hmph! That's easy for you to say!" Cang Yuan turned around abruptly, with his back to Di Yin, "How can status and resources replace the lives of my people? If you can't revive them, then there's no point in talking!"

Di Yin was very worried. "Ghost King, I understand your pain and persistence, but some things cannot be achieved even if you give everything. Why don't we change our perspective and think about the future of the Ghost Clan?"

If we continue to focus on resurrection and miss the opportunity to rebuild, the ghost tribe may really disappear completely in the demon world."

Cang Yuan clenched his fists tightly, "Little bastard, don't think you can convince me! Before I see tangible results, I will never believe a word you say! As for surrendering, it is absolutely impossible!"

……

Blood Sacrifice Pavilion.

In Su Qingwei's laboratory, various strangely shaped instruments were flashing faint lights, and the reagents in bottles and jars were bubbling and emitting strange light.

Yinzhi shuttled between the complicated experimental equipment, picked up the reagent on the table, ran to Su Qingwei, raised her head and asked: "Son, are you looking for this?"

Su Qingwei was tall, and he was so focused on the experiment that the silver branch seemed to only reach his chest. He glanced back, nodded, took the reagent, and added:

"You have some good eyesight. But if you continue to call me son, I'll break your butt!"

Yinzhi stuck out her tongue playfully and said with a smile: "You are my son!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Di Yin poked his head in from the door like a thief, "Qing Wei!"

Su Qingwei turned around and looked at Di Yin's sneaky look, with a puzzled look on his face: "Master, why are you so sneaky today?"

Di Yin touched his nose and walked in. He put his arm around Su Qingwei's shoulders and said, "I want to ask you something. How does your master treat you on weekdays?"