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

In front of the ghost clan's palace, many people from various clans in the demon world have gathered. The roars of various rare and exotic beasts, the clanging of magic weapons, and the conversations of the demons are intertwined together, making it extremely lively.

Su Yang followed Goushi down the magic cloud and was immediately shocked by the scene in front of him. The square in front of the palace was filled with gorgeously decorated tables and chairs, and the tables were piled with all kinds of delicacies, and the air was filled with rich aromas.

The demons were dressed in their best clothes, gathering in twos and threes. Some were praising each other and saying all kinds of flattering words.

Some of them were looking at each other with hostility in their eyes, but because this was a banquet organized by the Demon Lord, no one dared to make too much of a fuss.

Gouwen put his arm around Su Yang's waist and led him to the seat of his clan. Su Yang looked around, trying to find Cang Yuan, but found that he could not see the situation in the center of the banquet at all.

Only then did he realize that the scale of this banquet was much larger than he had imagined. All forty-two tribes of the Demon Realm were present, but no more than ten tribes were qualified to approach the center of the banquet.

Although the Rakshasa tribe had some achievements in the past, they had not made any outstanding achievements in the past ten thousand years and were almost ranked last in this banquet.

Su Yang sat in his seat, looking at the brightly lit banquet center in the distance, anxious like an ant on a hot pot. He originally thought that as long as he entered the banquet, he would be able to find a chance to get close to Cang Yuan and ask him for help, but now it seems that this plan is almost impossible to achieve.

There were unfamiliar demons all around him. Even if he shouted that he was the son of the Ghost King, no one would believe him. He might even be taught a lesson by Goushi.

Jian Yi sat next to Guiju, secretly looking at Su Yang from time to time, her eyes full of worry and tension. She knew the importance of Su Yang's escape plan this time, and silently prayed in her heart that she would find an opportunity.

After the banquet started, various singing and dancing performances took place one after another, and the demons toasted each other and drank happily. However, Su Yang had no intention of appreciating these, as he was fully focused on how to escape.

He watched Goutian drink one glass after another, his face gradually turned slightly red and his eyes began to become blurred.

"Gouwen, my stomach hurts and I want to go to the bathroom." Su Yang pretended to be in pain and pulled Gouwen's sleeve.

Gouwen had drunk a lot of wine at this time, and his head was dizzy. He squinted his eyes and looked at Su Yang. Although he was a little skeptical, Su Yang's realistic acting still made him waver. "Go quickly and come back quickly, don't play any tricks."

Su Yang was delighted and nodded quickly, then stood up and walked away. Seeing this, Jian Yi also found an excuse and told Gui Ju that he was going to rest for a while, then quietly followed Su Yang.

The gilded candlesticks in the banquet hall made everyone's faces look red, and only Gou Wen's face became increasingly gloomy as the wine glasses were clinking. He stroked the jade cup in his hand, almost crushing it.

Su Yang had been gone for half an hour, and even the most obtuse person could detect something unusual. Gouwen's eyes swept over the guests who were chatting and laughing at the banquet, and a sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth.

This cunning little beast must have taken the opportunity to escape.

The suppressed anger was surging in his chest, but he couldn't vent it. He suppressed the urge to overturn the banquet and quietly retreated to a corner where no one noticed.

His fingertips stroked the token on his waist, and the dark purple runes lit up instantly. The cold power flowed through the meridians and into the control center of the collar.

"Want to escape? See where you can run to."

On the other side, two people were running for their lives.

Suddenly, Su Yang felt his neck tighten, as if he was being entangled by an invisible giant python. The collar began to get hot and tightened, making it hard for him to breathe.

"Su Yang! What's wrong with you?"

Jian Yi hurriedly supported his shaky body and looked at the silver lines appearing on his neck in horror.

Su Yang's face flushed, veins popped on his forehead, and he held the collar tightly with both hands, but it was no use. The intense pain made his eyes go black, and every breath he took was like swallowing hot iron sand. He knew that Gelsemium had discovered it.

"I, I'm afraid... I can't leave. Don't worry about me... just go away!" Su Yang squeezed out a few words with difficulty, his voice so hoarse that it was almost unrecognizable.

Jian Yi was in tears and shook her head desperately: "I won't abandon you!" She tried to pry open the tight collar with Su Yang, but he pushed her away.

"Listen to me!" Su Yang almost roared, "Keep running along the route we planned before, hurry up!"

The power of the collar became stronger and stronger. Su Yang felt that his trachea was about to be strangled. Every breath he took felt like he was swallowing crushed ice, and his consciousness began to blur.

Jian Yi's cries became distant. When he was about to lose consciousness, he used up his last bit of strength to push Jian Yi away: "Run! Go find the Ghost King... He said his son Su Yang is in trouble... Go!"

Jian Yi staggered back a few steps, she looked at Su Yang curled up on the ground twitching in pain. Knowing that now was not the time to act rashly, she raised her hand to wipe away her tears, turned around and ran forward.

Su Yang rolled on the ground, and the silver chain of the collar penetrated into his body through his skin, bringing a biting chill and burning pain.

It felt as if his internal organs were being crushed, and the instinct for survival drove him to move in the direction he came from. With every step he took, the pressure of the chains eased a little.

After an unknown amount of time, Su Yang finally stumbled back to an open space outside the banquet hall.

Under the moonlight, Gouwen stood with his hands behind his back. He turned around slowly, with a raging anger in his pupils: "Run, why don't you run?"

Su Yang collapsed to the ground, gasping for breath.

His neck was already swollen and purple, the skin around the collar was bloody, and the chain had already cut deep into his flesh. Before he could open his mouth to beg for mercy, Goushi had already strode forward and stepped heavily on his back with the cold soles of his boots.

"what!……"

Su Yang's face pressed against the cold ground, bloody sobs spilling from his mouth. However, Goushi rolled the sole of his boot mercilessly, and the silver chain slid along the ground and wrapped around Su Yang's ankles, dragging him up.

Gouwen snorted coldly and reached out to grab Su Yang's hair, "Little beast, it seems that if I don't teach you a lesson, you don't know your situation."

He dragged Su Yang towards the Rakshasa tribe, and silver chains flew out from his sleeves and entangled Su Yang's limbs. Su Yang was dragged and slid on the ground, his clothes were torn by the gravel, and blood stained the ground red.

But Gouwen never looked back. There was only coldness and anger in his eyes, as if he wanted to completely crush Su Yang's resistance.

At the same time, Jian Yi ran wildly in the ghost clan's maze-like corridors. When he turned the ninth nine-curve corridor, a black shadow suddenly blocked his way. Jian Yi had no time to stop and crashed into a solid chest.

The faint scent of cedar mixed with a chilly air blew towards him. Jian Yi staggered back but was held by a pair of bony hands.