The Way of the Demon Cult Leader Chasing His Wife

"What's the use of taking you there!" Xia Zhisong opened Zhang Kuang's hand on his shoulder, his voice choked up: "Sister, she—"

Zhang Kuang lowered his head and said softly: "Sorry."

She stretched out her five fingers with clear joints, and the overflowing spiritual power gathered, but just after the shape of petals appeared faintly, it scattered away and disappeared in the air.

Zhang Kuang bit his lip and tried a few more times before the petals gathered successfully.She took a deep breath, and then silently said the word "Xia Zhitao" in her heart.

The petals of the lingding petals floated on the palm of the hand, burning scorchingly, sporadic fires flashed by, and the ashes of the petals fluttered down like fine snow.

Zhang Kuang looked at the ashes, his eyes widened in disbelief.She fell down on the sofa as if she lost her strength, and murmured:

"how come......"

Only then did Xia Zhisong notice that Zhang Kuang's complexion was not very good, even a little pale, and his cheeks were slightly red and swollen due to his impulsiveness just now, which looked particularly glaring.

He felt a little guilty, but the anger overwhelmed the guilt after all, making the apology stuck in his chest and he couldn't say it.

Zhang Kuang looked at the petal ashes in a daze for a moment, then slowly turned his head, and looked at Xia Zhisong with almost pleading eyes:

"You take me there first...There will always be a way."

"You, aren't you the leader of the Devil's Cult?" Xia Zhisong rubbed the corners of his sour eyes, and suddenly hoped, "You can save her, right?"

Zhang Kuang just stood up silently and did not answer him.

The hope of the stars that had just been ignited was instantly extinguished, Xia Zhisong grabbed the car keys, without even looking at Zhang Kuang, he walked over directly brushing her body: "Let's go."

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This is not the first time Zhang Kuang has come to a modern hospital, but no matter what, she can't get used to the pungent disinfectant smell and the walls painted in dazzling pure white.

It was very late at night, and the lights in the corridor in the hospital were also dimmed. The two walked one after the other, relatively silent.

They stopped in front of one of the rooms with the lights off.The iron doorknob feels cold to the touch, Zhang Kuang rests his hand on the doorknob, pauses for a long time before exerting a little force:

With a "click", the door opened.

There was a dead silence in the room, except for the hum of the machinery running.

The dark darkness spread wantonly on the ceiling, hanging viscously on the shoulders, dragging every part of the body downward.

When Zhang Kuang walked to the hospital bed, she lowered her head, her long hair hanging from her shoulders in strands, hanging lightly on the blue cotton covering her face.

His slender fingers stroked the face, and finally stopped at a small corner of the soft mask.She didn't speak, her five fingers trembled slightly, as if she had exhausted all her courage to gently lift off the green cloth.

——What are you expecting?

——Didn’t you already know that?

Strangely enough, she didn't feel the slightest bit of sadness.Don't want to laugh, don't want to cry, don't want to be angry, can't do anything, can't do anything.

The whole person seemed to be empty, with the wind blowing into his body from all directions, but only an empty echo remained.

Zhang Kuang stood like that, the light in her body gradually melted into the darkness, she slowly bent down, and held the already cold fingers in her hands.

The two fingers intertwined, Zhang Kuang rubbed that hand against his cheek, and said in a sleepy voice, "Tao Tao."

She said softly, "I'm sorry, it's all my fault."

The hand that clasped five fingers tightened suddenly.Where the skin touches, scorching spiritual power pours into the other person's body, travels along the blood vessels to all parts of the body, wrapping and repairing the wound.

—but it didn't work.

After the majestic spiritual power poured into his body, he couldn't find a place to stop, he could only stay there for a moment in a daze and bewilderment, and then scattered and fled.

Zhang Kuang didn't seem to know, he was still stubbornly wasting his spiritual power, muttering: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry..."

"sorry--"

She couldn't stand anymore, and her knees softened and she knelt down on the ground.The body is arched, and the chest cavity is violently heaving as if choking on thick smoke.

The thick smoke covered the neck and choked the throat, the original clear voice was gone, only the indistinct hoarseness remained.

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When Zhang Kuang opened the door and came out, he saw Xia Zhisong sitting on a bench in the hospital corridor.

The screen in his hand was on, and on it was the last text message Xia Zhitao sent to him. It seemed that he had cooked fish and asked him to come and eat with him.

Xia Zhisong bit his lower lip tightly, raised his arms to cover his eyes, tears rolled down from his eyes, leaving a dark stain on his sleeve.

He suddenly felt someone encircle him, gave him a light hug, and then let him go.

The voice that fell on my ears was a bit tired, but extremely gentle: "Don't cry."

Xia Zhisong suddenly pushed Zhang Kuang back: "What qualifications do you have to accuse me?! You can't do anything at all!!"

Zhang Kuang was staggered back a few steps, and Xia Zhisong grabbed the collar of his robe immediately. His eyes were flushed, and he shouted loudly: "Why are you so calm?!"

Zhang Kuang was held up by his collar, but his expression didn't fluctuate, and even his voice was dead silent: "What else can I do? Are you crying and fussing like you?"

Xia Zhisong was stunned in place, and unconsciously let go of the hand holding the collar, while Zhang Kuang straightened his collar and gave Xia Zhisong a blank expression.

She said: "I will find a way."

After she finished speaking, she turned and left, her figure was submerged in the dim light, and her outline was incompletely bitten by the darkness.

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Qin Zhi met Zhang Kuang at the entrance of the hospital.

To be precise, it was Zhang Kuang who stopped her.She stopped in front of Qin Zhi without making a sound, black air lingered all over her body, and her black robe was hunting in the air.

Qin Zhi was taken aback by her, and after seeing that it was madness, he hurriedly asked, "I saw the news and heard that something happened, what happened?"

Zhang Kuang said: "Xia Zhitao is dead."

Qin Zhi was stunned, she looked at Zhang Kuang, and the other party's expression was somewhat obscured by the thick night, making it appear dim.

Qin Zhi said carefully: "I'm sorry, the dead cannot be brought back to life, you have to mourn—"

Zhang Kuang interrupted her: "Is there anything you can do?"

Qin Zhi was a little confused: "Huh?"

Zhang Kuang looked at her, and calmly said, "Whether it's Yashan or Ligu, is there any way?"

Qin Zhi understood Zhang Kuang's meaning, but she opened her mouth, but couldn't say anything.

She could only listen to Zhang Kuang's words in a daze, each syllable contained an almost desperate plea:

"Cheats, forbidden spells, death marks, sacrifices, life-for-life—"

"I can do whatever I want."

"I'm sorry," Qin Zhi took a step back in a panic, she waved her hands again and again, and said, "I've never heard of anything about this."

Zhang Kuang lowered her head, she raised her right hand, covering half of her face with her slender five fingers.She turned her face slightly, her voice was tired: "...It's ridiculous, what can I do as the leader of the Demon Cult, I still can't do anything."

Qin Zhi looked at her with complicated emotions.

Zhang Kuang withdrew his hand, and Qin Zhi suddenly felt a wave of spiritual power.Scattered stars gradually gathered in Zhang Kuang's palm, forming a bright and colorful flower.

Zhang Kuang saved the hibiscus branch, and handed it forward: "This is my natal spiritual flower, you take it."

"What do you mean?" Qin Zhi frowned and pushed her away, and said sharply, "What are you doing for me, take it yourself!"

Zhang Kuang still maintained the posture of handing flowers, and said, "Take it, I don't want it anymore."

Her eyes were blank, as if she had been shattered, and countless fragments fell to the ground, dying gradually without a sound.

Qin Zhi hesitated for a long time, but still took the hibiscus flower.

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"Knock, knock."

Qin Zhi stood in front of the closed iron door and knocked gently on the door with his fingers.

The door was opened, Qi Zidong covered his face with a black cloth, and let Qin Zhi walk into the sealed warehouse sideways.

Holding the insolent natal spirit flower in his hand, Qin Zhi looked around and his eyes fell on the layer upon layer of intertwined, mysterious and complicated formations on the ground.

She held the flower tightly: "Master, what do you mean...?"

There were several copper coins lying in Qi Zidong's palm, she casually picked up one and threw it into the formation.

The copper coin fell to the ground with a jingle, spun around a few times, and just landed on a strange pattern.

Qi Zidong said indifferently: "Didn't you see everything, this is the formation I set up."

She stretched out her hand to Qin Zhi: "Have you got the spirit flower? Give it to me."

Qin Zhi was a little apprehensive, but he still handed the flowers to her according to his master's wishes.

Qi Zidong walked to the center of the formation, and grabbed the two ends of the hibiscus flower with his skinny five fingers, intending to tear the flower in half!

Qin Zhi's pupils shrank, he rushed into the formation and held Qi Zidong's wrist firmly, preventing her from making any further movements.

Qin Zhi looked at the other party in disbelief, and said sharply: "What are you doing! This is the crazy natal spirit flower, she will die!!"

Qi Zidong let Qin Zhi hold his wrist painfully, but his voice was still as cold and distant as ever:

"There are two conditions required for crossing, timing and death."

Qin Zhidao: "...What do you mean?"

Qi Zidong continued on his own, "However, if the timing is missed, it's not unsolvable."

She withdrew her hand back, "looked" at Qin Zhi with her eyes covered with black cloth, and said slowly: "A formation supported by a huge cultivation base can replace this once-in-a-thousand-year opportunity."

"Look at your feet, the formation has been fully deployed, all you need is a formation eye."

Qin Zhi hesitated: "But——"

Qi Zidong said: "I have no other way. In the previous world, we also set up a similar formation. Jiang Jiuli, the lord of the demon world, paid ten levels of magic power, and the demon body was wiped out, which is enough to support the operation of the formation."

Qin Zhi was confused: "Demon Lord? Formation?"

Qi Zidong sighed: "Similarly, to support formations in the modern age, it also requires an equally huge level of cultivation—but here, only Zhang Kuang can do it."

Before the words were finished, the temperature in the warehouse dropped sharply, and a black mist circled and transpired from the ground, spreading layer upon layer.

The black mist gradually faded after a while, and one person stepped on the scattered mist on the ground and walked towards the two of them step by step.

Qin Zhi whispered: "...insolent."

Zhang Kuang was dressed in a black robe, casually glanced at the formation on the ground, and saw the key at a glance:

"Missing eyes?"

Qi Zidong paused, then nodded slightly.

Zhang Kuang exhaled, with a weary look on his face, and said, "I'll do it."

With a light movement of her five fingers, the flower in Qi Zidong's hand instantly turned into black ashes, and a new hibiscus flower condensed in Zhang Kuang's hand.

"Hey, are you crazy—?!"

Qin Zhi wanted to rush into the formation to stop her, but Qi Zidong grabbed his arm, and could only watch helplessly as Zhang Kuang walked into the formation after a few steps.

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Zhang Kuang stood in the center of the formation, and she pressed the delicate petals into fine wrinkles.And the slender five fingers held the flower branch, as if to vent their anger, they tore the flower branch to pieces with a few strokes.

Unlike the last time when only a few petals were accidentally pulled off, this time the hibiscus branches were completely torn up.

The scattered petals and broken branches and leaves are mixed together, and the original shape can no longer be seen.

At the same time, the majestic spiritual power seemed to condense into a solid body, overflowing from her five fingers like a waterfall.

The surging spiritual power fell on the ground, following the dry ink marks drawn in advance, and wandering along the context of the formation.

The moment the flower branch was torn, Zhang Kuang felt dizzy for a while. She covered her forehead and staggered back a few steps, feeling a little unstable.

Qin Zhi rushed in to support her, and she watched Zhang Kuang's face gradually fade away, and said angrily: "Tear up your natal spirit flower like that - you are really unreasonable!!"

Zhang Kuang said tiredly: "You have to try."

She looked up, and as soon as the dense talisman touched the clear spiritual power, it glowed brightly, reflecting a watery white light in the originally dark warehouse.

Qi Zidong put his hands on the black cloth covering his eyes and tore it off.The black cloth that slipped from her fingertips fell into the formation, and was instantly swallowed up by white light.

Looking at the dazzling white light, Zhang Kuang felt an uncontrollable tiredness in the depths of her soul. She closed her eyes slightly, and then fell into the darkness.

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When she woke up again, she found herself lying on a big bed.

Sitting beside Zhang Kuang, Qin Zhi frowned angrily as he watched her struggling to sit up: "Do you want to die? Lie down later."

Zhang Kuang said: "How many days have I slept?"

Qin Zhidao: "Only one day, the natal spirit flower was torn like that, thanks to you for surviving."

Zhang Kuang rubbed his brows, feeling more awake.She turned over and jumped out of bed, saying: "I'll go to the hospital to see Taotao."

Qin Zhiteng had to stand up: "Wait a minute—"

Zhang Kuang's figure instantly disintegrated and ran away, turning into countless flowers and disappearing into the room.

In just a few breaths, she arrived at Nancheng Hospital.

All the wounds on Xia Zhitao's body were repaired, and his heartbeat and breathing also recovered, but his consciousness was still in a coma.

Following the guidance of the spirit bird, Zhang Kuang quickly found the ward and the drowsy Xia Zhisong.She gently pushed Xia Zhisong awake, and said, "I'll do it."

Xia Zhisong wiped his face, and agreed: "Then you look at my sister, I'll lie down for a while, and we'll take turns after we wake up."

Zhang Kuang nodded.

She sat in front of the hospital bed without saying a word until the sky broke.

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Xia Zhisong didn't sleep well either, but woke up after a few hours of sleep.He glanced at the alarm clock, hurriedly bought three morning copies, took a taxi and rushed to the hospital.

Pushing open the door, Zhang Kuang remained the same as yesterday, sitting quietly in front of the hospital bed, as if he had never moved.

Xia Zhisong couldn't bear it, he went up and patted Zhang Kuang on the shoulder, and handed her a breakfast: "Let's take turns, you go to rest."

Zhang Kuang shook his head and rejected the breakfast, but stood up and said softly to Xia Zhisong, "Then I'll go outside for a rest."

Zhang Kuang almost dragged his body out of the room, and closed the door softly, trying his best not to make a sound.

She took a few steps and fell down on the hospital bench.

But Xia Zhisong unwrapped the package in the morning, and the aroma of hot porridge permeated the room, but he didn't have much appetite.

He looked at his sister with a lonely smile on his face: "Sister, you must get better soon."

In the end Xia Zhisong ate some casually and threw the rest away.There is also a packaged one that he puts on the small cabinet, planning to say that if my sister wakes up, there will be something to fill her stomach.

He yawned, his eyelids were clenched, and he fell asleep lying on the window sill.After sleeping for an unknown amount of time, someone rubbed his head suddenly.

He raised his head in a daze, and saw Xia Zhitao smiled at him, and said, "Zhisong."

--haven't seen you for a long time.

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"Sister!" Xia Zhisong rushed over and hugged her in his arms, "Great, it's really great that you're fine."

Xia Zhitao patted him on the shoulder in relief, she lowered her eyes slightly as she looked at the familiar but unfamiliar modern objects in the room.

The siblings sat quietly like this for a while, and Xia Zhitao waited for Xia Zhisong to calm down and calm down before gently pushing him away.

The 30 years in the fantasy world seem like a big dream, but this "dream" is truly unforgettable. All the love and hatred really exist, and now what I have to do-

Xia Zhitao asked softly, "What about her?"

Xia Zhisong suddenly realized, he stood up hastily, and said, "It should be outside, I'll call her in!"

Xia Zhitao shook his head and said, "I'll go find her."

As soon as she opened the door, she saw the man curled up on the hospital bench, his slender eyebrows were furrowed, his eyes were tightly closed, and he was not sleeping peacefully.

She lived and made it on her own.

A burst of sadness welled up in his heart, and Xia Zhitao couldn't help but want to shed tears.She half-kneeled down beside the bench, her five fingers trembling slightly, touching the other's cheek.

Zhang Kuang was a light sleeper, but because he was too exhausted, he lay down on the bench to rest for a while.

She stared blankly at Xia Zhitao who was facing her, her pitch-black eyes seemed to be lit with sporadic lights, as if the stars had found their own light and gradually became brighter.

"Peach...Peach...?"

"Zhang Lan," Xia Zhitao lowered his head, stroking the other's cheek with five fingers, and said in a soft and long voice, "I'm back."

The sound fell on the ear, washing away all the anxiety and confusion, and blooming bright colors.

Tears fell silently, Zhang Kuang held her hand, and tried to smile: "Shouting Zhang Kuang, you came up with this name."

Xia Zhitao looked at Zhang Kuang with a gentle smile like water in his eyes.

With her thumb, she gently wiped away the tears from the corner of the other's eyes, leaned forward a little, and kissed the soft lips.