Shen Jiu's Self Saving System

Chapter 11

Puppets surrounded Liu Qingge. Shen Jiu had never dealt with this demon before, though, he at least knew of it from his past life.
He'd gained a fair amount of knowledge while being stuck, limbless, in his torture chamber in the demon realm. Though, it was around this time that the last of the KaiHua's died off... so what exactly had happened for this change to occur? And the puppets... they almost seemed dead, completely unmoving.

Liu Qingge then had to face an ethical decision, if he killed the puppets while they weren't moving was that right? He'd never dealt with this demon before, were these humans dead or just taken control of whilst alive?

Killing cultivators was not within his moral integrity, though, he was awfully desensitised to it, whatever that implies is that sad truth. He'd likely have to kill them either way, but he could not been seen in such a shameful manner. If he was caught killing disciples his shidi's reputation would take an ultimate turn for the worst. And it'd be his fault. He'd look down on him from the afterlife and have, yet another, thing to hate him for. He felt like something uncomfortable grabbed around his heart and squeezed. Did this body have heart disease? How come Qingge had never told him...

Shen Jiu made quick work of exorcising talismans; to try and dispel whatever kind of charm they were under. The talismans naturally repulsed demonic energy, but it'd be extremely difficult for it to get right to the parasite that's nestled inside of their own head. Though, he's afraid that by the time he's rid the children of the demonic parasite, that had turned them into puppets, it'd have already killed them from the inside.

The demon from the esteemed clan must've thought of the cultivators as redundant, as the carcasses were discarded and the demonic parasites shrivelled up and died.
"The fuck is this bullshit...?" he'd learned of some words from Shen Yuan... He almost wanted to poke the corpses that had the skin hanging off the bone like it was a decoration.

If this were his younger self he'd be absolutely horrified at that line of thought. His younger self always was a little more prickly.

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"Keep rolling your eyes Liu-shidi, maybe you'll find a brain back there." He deadpanned at his disciple brother whom was blabbering wildly about his newly appointed position as the head disciple.

"Am I not allowed to be excited?! Can you not ruin this for me?!" He was just so... alive... in every sense of the word, his heartbeat, his breathing, his mood-swings, his emotions that were so easily presented on his face yet veiled by translucent anger that Shen Jiu could barely look through.

"Why would you even come to tell me anyway? If you're waiting for me to give a crap, you better pack a lunch. It's going to be while." It seemed as if Liu Qingge was considering it. It almost stunned Shen Jiu speechless, was his mood that good today that he wasn't going to retaliate against Shen Jiu? "Hey..." he felt a little guilty for putting him down on what could possibly be one of the greatest days of his life. It was a pretty scummy move on his behalf. "I-I'm sorry." He powered on a little, why was it so hard to just apologise? "I'm sorry for calling you an idiot. I thought you already knew." He blushed in embarrassment and internally cursed at his inability to say exactly what he means.

"Shixiong..." Liu Qingge looked so happy, so much so that he may burst into tears right now... "you think I'd be a good head disciple?" He let some fresh tears spill out of the corners of his eyes and his grin widened further. Shen Jiu was speechless, feeling as if his words might ruin the moment somehow. He was never good with crying people. Especially now that the tears were from something else entirely and not some form of despair. Was he supposed to comfort him? But he's not sad... Shen Jiu lightly furrowed his eyebrows in contemplation.