Cú Wǎnníng asintió: "Afortunadamente, cuando Cú Xu se enfrentó al Señor Diablo, pude ver que este no es un personaje fuerte. Tal vez incluso es el menos fuerte de los nueve Señores Diablo. Aunque aquí ya está realificado, pienso que el enemigo puede haberme considerado simplemente como un niño pequeño de seis años normal y no me ha esperado para nada."
Mò Rán asintió repetidamente: "No lo dudaría."
Cú Wǎnníng dijo: "Por eso, digamos que la persona detrás de todo esto no nos quiere lastimar. En realidad solo quería lastimar a Maestro mayor."
Mò Rán asintió aún más fuerte: "Tienes razón."
"Después de salir, Maestro mayor debe explicarle a Xue Meng todo esto. Hay peligros ocultos en este Lago de Toda Flor, así que debes ser precavido con todo. Ya, no vamos a hablar sobre esto ahora. Vamos, no vaya a lastimarme tu espalda, por favor, lleva a Mò Rán fuera del atasco."
Cú Wǎnníng había pronosticado correctamente.
Al amanecer, la matanza en la ciudad se acercaba a su fin.
De repente, una fisura rojiza apareció en el cielo y se formó un hombre lúgubre que se asomaba entre las ruinas.
Sus ojos estaban llenos de sangre, su piel era pálida. Un lado de su cuerpo aún estaba cubierto con carne, mientras que el otro era todo hueso blanco. Llevaba una gran bandera negra y caminaba en los campos de cadáveres de Lin ān, absorbiendo la ira y el dolor de las nuevas víctimas.
Mò Rán se escondió y reconoció su aspecto.
"¡Es él?"
Era un tono cargado de alivio.
Cú Wǎnníng comprendía por qué estaba ese alivio, pero ya que no quería revelar su identidad en ese momento, como un niño pequeño de seis años, no podía saber demasiado. Entonces fingió no saber y preguntó: "¿Qué?"
"Has adivinado bien, el Nueve Señores del Diablo, sus fuerzas son muy diversas, el más débil debería ser este." Mò Rán se apoyó en la ventana y observaba al hombre que se acercaba, murmurando: "La suerte nos ha acompañado."
"¿Cuántas posibilidades tiene de ganar Maestro mayor?""Nine-tenths, words can't be said too full."
Cao Wanning thus smiled.
Of course, he knew that the Ghost Realm had nine ghost kings, with "Skeletal Emperor" being the weakest. However, strength was relative. At Mo Ruan's age and experience, even with Divine Might Seeing Ghosts by his side, it would still be a stretch for him to single-handedly deal with the Skeletal Emperor.
However, that person who had intended to assassinate Mo Ruan underestimated everything, failing to realize that it wasn't just any child beside Mo Ruan but Cao Wanning himself.
"Save me..."
The two were about to burst through the door and catch their opponent off guard when they heard a faint moan behind them.
"Oh, he's still alive?" Mo Ruan widened his eyes as he turned to see Little Full curled up in a ball.
"I don't want to die... Father... I don't want to..."
Cao Wanning looked at the boy who resembled a torn rag and shook his head. "Back then, this person should have died when entering the house. But because we are hiding here, eliminating the zombies pursuing him has changed some things in this illusion."
"Ugh... If he hadn't betrayed, do you think Qi Xu wouldn't have died two hundred years ago? Lin'an might not have become a ruin..."
"Perhaps."
Both understood that no matter what they said now, it was all over. What mattered now was defeating the Skeletal Emperor and escaping this illusion. Without further hesitation, Mo Ruan and Cao Wanning leaped from their hiding spot, fighting their way through with relentless ferocity.
Escaping from this illusion turned out to be easier than they thought.
Mo Ruan's target was clear; he soon clashed with the Skeletal Emperor. However, as both fought to their limits, Cao Wanning felt an uneasy sensation.
The unease wasn't because Mo Ruan was at a disadvantage. In fact, under his guidance, Mo Ruan had always held the upper hand. But Cao Wanning increasingly sensed—
The person hiding in the shadows had controlled the situation with unnerving precision.
In other words, that person had clearly calculated that if only Mo Ruan and an average individual were trapped here, escaping would be extremely difficult. Yet, they hadn't employed more lethal means to end Mo Ruan's life; it was clear they didn’t want anyone to know of a premeditated murder. Instead, they wanted to create the illusion that Mo Ruan had died from an accident during the trial.