Fox Demon Cultivation Manual [ BL ]

Chapter 43

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This was a Rong Bai unfamiliar to Song Ci. This person, who was like an immortal descended from Heaven, had never been so aloof and distant before. Even on their first encounter, he had on a lazy smile.

Song Ci was momentarily dazed before he replied, “You’re so good-looking.”

The corner of Rong Bai’s lips curved into a smile when he heard this, but the smile did not reach his eyes. He said with some derision. “Not as good-looking as you.”

Song Ci could tell that he was mocking the feminine makeup on his face, so he gave a dry cough and shifted his gaze away. He thought, Master Rong is truly Master Rong. Even though he is now Feng Zhuojun, his imposing manner is still hard to ignore.

The young master commanded the attendants to call the dog back and glared at the pudgy woman as he said to Rong Bai, “Cousin, let’s go.”

When the woman heard Song Ci saying that he was the magistrate’s young master, she had wisely kept her mouth shut and plastered an apologetic smile on her face.

Because of Song Ci’s interference, both of them did not start hurling abuse at each other. This completely changed the original situation.

The instant the young master turned to walk away, the entire sky darkened. It was as if a dark silk cloth had been draped over the sky. The commoners cried out in alarm. Then, heart-wrenching screams rang out. 

Song Ci panicked. Everyone around him was acting strangely. Those who had participated in the scene earlier were clutching their chests in agony. They toppled to the ground and thrashed around as if experiencing great pain.

In an instant, he recalled that penetrating pain in his heart and swerved his head to look at Rong Bai. Rong Bai was standing alone, all prim and proper, as he looked at the wailing people around him. There was a look of doubt on his face. 

Song Ci did not know if it was just his imagination, but he somehow felt as if this Rong Bai was a little slow to react. He ran a few steps to Rong Bai and asked in a fluster. “Master Rong, do you feel uncomfortable in the chest? Does it hurt?” 

Rong Bai raised his eyes, moving his line of sight from the ground to Song Ci’s face. He repeated with uncertainty. “Master Rong?”

“I mean… Young Master Feng.” Song Ci hurriedly corrected himself. “Young Master Feng, do you feel unwell like them?”

Rong Bai replied lightly, “No.” 

Serious, sunlit eyes stared at Song Ci. “What’s happening?”

How in the world would Song Ci know? After confirming that Rong Bai was fine, he squatted down to touch the Young Master with his hand. “Hey. What’s wrong with you?”

The Young Master was curled up into a ball, and cold sweat had broken out on his forehead. His face was contorted with pain. His body was emitting a faint white light. It was not conspicuous under the sunlight, so for a moment, Song Ci did not notice it.

The Young Master was in so much pain he could hardly speak; he could only let out one whimper after another. When Song Ci finally discovered the glow on him, his limbs had started to turn transparent. Wisps of white mist floated up the sky from his body, swallowing his limbs bit by bit.

Song Ci instantly got it when he saw this. He swept a glance around. Everyone around him was in the same state. They were all clutching their chests and screaming incessantly. This was clearly the Chessboard absorbing their lives, turning them into its sacrifices.