The beautiful mage was kidnapped by the contracted beast again

"As for you..." Xing Yue narrowed his eyes, his expression unpredictable, and he couldn't tell whether he was happy or angry. "You refused to speak all day before, and now Miaomiao is awake, it's time for you to tell us about your origins. You were the one who tore down the door of my house two years ago, right?"

And then there was the subsequent incident of setting fire to the debris in an attempt to attack him. Xing Yue remembered every detail clearly.

"Why do you keep chasing Miaomiao? What are your intentions?" He stared at the red-haired boy with cold eyes.

“If you don’t explain clearly, even if Miaomiao protects you, you must die here today.”

This guy was clearly coming for Miaomiao. If Xing Yue couldn't explain it, even if Miaomiao tried to stop him, he wouldn't let this potential threat go. His life's guiding principle was to root it out.

The atmosphere, which had just been relaxed, became silent again, and you could hear a pin drop in the house.

Miaomiao felt so oppressive, growing increasingly uneasy in the excessive silence. His distinct black and white eyes shifted to glance at Chi behind him, but without turning his head significantly, he could only glimpse Chi's hand hanging at his side. It was drooping low, with no intention of moving at all.

Why is he standing still and not talking...?

Miaomiao was almost worried to death for him.

However, Chi seemed to have made up his mind to remain silent. He stood upright, as if he didn't notice Xing Yue staring at him.

The atmosphere in the wooden house was very tense for a moment.

"It seems you have made your choice." Xing Yue said slowly.

Without another word, he stretched out his hand and pulled it away. A dark arc of light suddenly appeared beside him. Like a slowly opening crescent moon, a narrow, curved crack opened from the center of the arc.

It was initially extremely narrow, then slowly expanded upward and downward. Countless dark shadows poured out from the gaping cracks, and the air suddenly became extremely cold. As these shadows poured out, it seemed as if countless dead souls were resurrecting. Hoarse, indistinct whispers echoed vaguely and densely in everyone's ears, as if beckoning them to join them in a deadly hell.

Despite being in the place closest to Hell, surrounded by the most numerous and frantic souls, Xing Yue's expression remained unmoved. He extended his powerful right hand straight out, completely ignoring the chilling aura emanating from the crack. As if he had done this countless times before, he suddenly grasped the pitch-black arc of light. In an instant, the dark light surged!

The dormant volcano erupted, reawakening. The narrow, black light expanded wildly in his grasp. It surged, surged, engulfing the sky and then the earth! All eyes could see was a roaring, pitch-black shadow, roaring as if to devour the world. But before it could escape its restraints, the relentless will that dominated it descended from above. After rapidly expanding, the shadow suddenly solidified, then forcibly retracted. In the blink of an eye, it froze into a massive sickle before everyone's gaze.

Without any extra decoration, it just feels big and huge.

The hilt alone was as tall as a man, and the narrow, curved blade encircled the old man's entire form. As it twisted, a brilliant light slid down the sharp blade, silently revealing its cold, murderous intent. No one would doubt that it could easily cut through anything it touched.

Thick black fog quietly spread along the blade. In the mist, the old man holding the knife stood still like the descending god of death.

Miaomiao held her breath, staring at the pitch-black sickle, feeling an unknown fear from the knife.

He could sense that this seemingly clean knife had killed many people. It carried a strong scent of death.

No, no, no, Xing Yue is serious! If Chi doesn't speak up, he will really be killed here!

Seeing that Grandpa was about to move, Miaomiao was so anxious that she turned around without thinking, grabbed Chi's hand and pulled him to her side, and shouted: "Grandpa, wait, wait, let me ask him."

The old man paused slightly and loosened his knife-holding hand.

Miaomiao took advantage of this opportunity to hurriedly say to Chidao: "Chi!"

Chi finally reacted. He raised his head and looked at Miaomiao.

Miaomiao's eyes were full of worry: "You really can't tell me?"

He felt that Chi had no ill will towards him, and he also wanted to be friends with Chi, but why did Chi refuse to say anything?

Is there really something wrong with Chi's identity?

Miaomiao bit his lip. This was the first person of his age he had met in the Lost Forest in eight years. He really hoped that Chi could get along well with them.

Chi stared at the soft, white little face.

He felt it the first time he found him by following the smell of the mark. Miaomiao looked more tempting and delicious than any food he had ever seen, so much so that he once wanted to chew him up bit by bit and swallow him into his stomach, keeping his fragrant flesh and blood in his body forever.

So after waiting for two years, I finally found another opportunity to catch him, and the first step was to strangle him.

All animals know that the most important thing in hunting is to control the prey's throat, which is the most vulnerable part.

But when he did catch it, he couldn't move for a long time.

He felt the blood, with its surging breath of life, coursing rapidly through the snow-white neck he held. The child's rapid heartbeat turned into a pulse, bouncing in his palm.

He is afraid.

He was afraid of being killed by him.

This wasn't surprising; all living things had a survival instinct. Before death approached, they would wail in fear, even losing the ability to control their bodies. And Chi had never softened his heart because of his prey's fear or pleas for mercy.

But at that moment, Chi hesitated.

The prey was already in his hands, but he hesitated.

He recalled the day they first met, the child's timid voice speaking to him from the cabin, soft and sweet. The slanting sunlight fell on his face, golden and radiant, like honey flowing on the snow. It was as sweet as a dream that would shatter at the touch of a finger.

He gave him his most important scale for some unknown reason, because he wanted to hear him talk more.

But it was too late. Soon, his family came back and Chi was unable to defeat them, so he was forced to leave.

After being freed from the dizzying atmosphere of being around the child, hunger and appetite took over again. During the two years of loneliness, he thought again and again, if only he had bitten it then, if only he had eaten him then. Whether it was strength or other desires, they would have been satisfied.

But after touching it again, he was almost confused to find that the dizziness still affected him.

harm?

No, no, no, no, no...

Every cell in his body was trembling, blocking his instinct to eat.

He couldn't do it.

Even if Miaomiao later seized the opportunity to attack him, he had no intention of hurting him.

Chi regained consciousness and met Miaomiao's caring eyes. The clear, bright black was like a night with a dazzling starry sky. Worry and a faint sadness surfaced in them. That sadness suddenly pierced Chi's heart.

He whispered, "I don't remember."

He looked at Miaomiao, as if just to speak to him and explain his origins. "I woke up in a cave. I didn't remember anything when I woke up, and there was nothing around me. I was very hungry, so I caught some prey to eat. Later, I felt your presence and came to find you."

Miaomiao was stunned: "My existence?"

He knew that Ajin's phantom beasts seemed to have some special sense of him, similar to accurately identifying a person in a crowd. But it was the first time that someone could sense Chi's location from an unknown place, as he did.

He didn't know that this was because of the mark, and Chi also deliberately concealed it.

His instinct told him that Miaomiao would not be happy to have a mark left on her body by someone else.

He looked at the center of the child's brow. The marked aura came from there, but Chi didn't know when it was left there.

He had lost so many memories that it was almost like a blank sheet of paper, and Miaomiao was the only color he could grasp.

Xing Yue still held the sickle in his hand, which was filled with the aura of death. The tip of the blade dropped to the ground, emitting a cold and eerie light. He suddenly said, "You are not human."

He was very confident when he said this, and there was a hint of suspicion in his eyes as he looked at Chi.

Humans couldn't sense any special aura about Miaomiao. Xing Yue doted on his grandson, but he'd never felt the pull Sang Mo had described as compelling them to approach. So far, that strange attraction only affected mythical beasts.

But a fantasy beast that can transform into a human form must be at least level nine. Although the kid in front of him has some skills, he is obviously not at that level.

If he fought hard, he couldn't even beat Dahei at his feet.

Chi was silent.

In the silence, a voice suddenly said, "I think I know what he is."

Several people immediately raised their heads and looked towards the place where the sound came from.

Sang Mo leaned against the wall, his gaze fixed on Chi. "You are a mythical beast born with the ability to transform into human form. You excel at fire and possess a unique corrosive ability. No, I think it's the ability to devour. You were once a ruling royal family among the mythical beasts on the continent, but for unknown reasons, you quickly vanished. Not a single one of your kind remains on the entire continent, and even your affiliated mythical beast races vanished en masse. To this day, no one remembers your existence, and only very ancient books contain mentions of you."

"You are a soul beast." he said.