69novels Chapter 805 I don't know what happened
Chapter 805 I don't know what happened
Little Tanuki moved closer, her fluffy tail gently sweeping the ground behind her as she circled the evil wolf twice. Her small nose twitched as she carefully sniffed its scent, but her brows gradually furrowed, as if she had discovered some perplexing mystery: "Strange, why do you seem a little special?" She cautiously extended her paw and gently touched the mane behind the evil wolf's neck—the fur was thick and soft, feeling like silk, yet subtly exuding a cool breeze. "The curve of your shoulder blades is more graceful than that of ordinary wolf demons, and there's a hint of wind attribute hidden within your demonic aura, clear and swift, somewhat like the legendary Flying Wolf Clan. But Flying Wolf cubs are born with wings, even if they are just palm-sized wing buds covered in downy fur, looking inconspicuous, only able to spread their wings and soar through the heavens and earth when they grow up. Why don't you have any?"
The light in the wolf's eyes dimmed, as if his deepest doubts had been touched. He swayed, a faint blue demonic aura flashing past, and transformed back into human form—a tall, handsome young man, though a melancholy lingered between his brows. He looked at the little fox, his face bearing the same bewilderment: "I don't know what kind of demon I am. Before my mother died, she only said I was a wolf demon, telling me to live well and not to ask too much about the past. But I always feel that she kept many things from me."
Little Tanuki rested her chin on her hand, her fluffy ears twitching. Suddenly, her eyes lit up, as if she had thought of a brilliant idea, and her tail stood up excitedly: "You should stay in human form for now. My mother used to deal with elders of various races. She's traveled far and wide and has seen a lot. She's seen all kinds of demons—those that fly in the sky, run on the ground, and swim in the water. When I see her, I'll tell her everything about you—the curve of your shoulder blades, the wind attribute in your demonic aura, and the fact that you don't have wings. Let her help me figure out what's going on. Maybe she's very knowledgeable and will know your origins!"
Looking into her bright, sparkling eyes, filled with sincerity and fervor like shattered starlight, so pure it sent a shiver down his spine. A corner of his heart, frozen for years, seemed to be stirred by a warm pebble, rippling gently, even softening his breath. He bowed slightly, his voice filled with an unprecedented earnestness, a slight tremor in his voice: "Then I entrust this to you. I've lived so long, like a rootless duckweed, not even knowing who I am. I want to know my identity, and even more so, who massacred my family back then. Mother always says I'm too young, and won't tell me who the enemy is, but I..." He clenched his fist, his knuckles white, the veins on the back of his hand throbbing as if suppressing a boundless hatred, "...I must know who I should avenge, to be worthy of those who died, to be worthy of my mother's dying wish."
Little Fox nodded vigorously, patting her chest with her little paws, her tone resolute: "Don't worry! As long as my mother knows, I'll tell you everything, word for word! We'll work together to find a way, even if it's to the ends of the earth, searching the three realms and four seas, crawling underground, flying above the clouds, to help you find those enemies and make them pay for their crimes in blood, avenging your people!" As she spoke, she waved her little paws, as if she could already see her enemies being brought to justice.
Looking at her puffed-up face, the evil wolf couldn't help but smile slightly—it was the first time in his memory that he felt that he was no longer the only one walking alone in this vast world.
Looking at her resolute expression, the wolf's lips curled into a barely perceptible smile. He hummed in response, his voice so soft it was as if afraid of disturbing something: "Thank you, Little Fox." This was the first time in so many years that someone had been willing to help him, willing to listen to his deeply buried past. This warmth moved him even more than the warmest sunshine in the mountains.
A faint smile played on Xiao Li's lips, her eyes sparkling like shattered starlight: "We are all demons now, so we should help each other out. If you're in trouble and I can help you, I'm overjoyed."
She was inherently kind and gentle, like a magnolia tree untouched by the world, pure and warm. She never cared about the intricate grudges and conflicts among the demons. In her view, as long as a demon wasn't doing evil or harming people, they should all get along well; why make such distinctions?
While chatting with Evil Wolf about interesting things in the mountains and forests, He Yuzhu had finished talking with Elder Qingyi and walked over slowly. He happened to hear their conversation and jokingly said with a smile, "It seems that you two get along very well. It's only been a short while, but it's like you've known each other for a long time."
Little Fox turned to look at him, her eyes filled with curiosity, and her voice rose slightly at the end: "Yu Zhu, I still don't know what kind of wolf the Evil Wolf Brother is. I've asked him several times, but he can't really say for sure. He only remembers that he's been wandering around in the mountains since he was a child."
He Yuzhu smiled and said calmly, "It's alright. Some things can't be rushed. When the time is right, you'll figure it out naturally. It's getting late and dark. Let's go back first, or the mountain road will be difficult to travel later."
Little Fox turned to look at Evil Wolf and said earnestly, "Evil Wolf, don't worry. Once I find my mother, she's traveled all over the country and knows a lot. Maybe she'll know what kind of wolf you are. I'll definitely come and tell you then, okay?"
The evil wolf nodded sullenly, its amber eyes shining in the twilight. It watched them turn and leave, and only when their figures disappeared around the bend in the forest path did it curl up and lie back down on that familiar rock.
He Yuzhu led Xiao Li back to their lodgings, his gaze sweeping across the silent forest. The roadside grass and trees swayed gently in the evening breeze, and he remained silent the entire way. He knew in his heart that he hadn't held out much hope in asking Elder Qingyi to investigate his soul—the existence of Long Shishen was too secretive, his soul fused with his own as if they were one; how could it be so easily discovered by outsiders? However, the elder's words, "His soul seems to be stirring, but we can't find the source," were like a thorn in his heart, making him vaguely uneasy.
If it really is... another consciousness hidden within him, then that would be troublesome. What way in this world could deal with it? Perhaps only those "psychologists" who specialize in studying the human mind could explain it? But as soon as this thought arose, he forcibly suppressed it—thinking about these things now would only cause him unnecessary trouble; he'd just take it one step at a time.
Back at his residence, He Yuzhu pushed open the courtyard gate, glanced around the yard, and seeing that everything was normal, stepped aside to let Xiao Li in, casually asking, "Have any strangers been loitering around the yard these past few days?"