Chapter 401: Suddenly the Third Wheel!
Ye Wenxin was even more confused by the situation, but seeing the Zombie King's displeasure, she cautiously asked, "Do you even know who Gu Qingcheng is?"
The Zombie King's ghostly figure drew closer, the breeze briefly revealing pale skin under her cloak. Whether she was beautiful was unclear due to the mask she wore, which exuded a sinister aura that blocked Ye Wenxin's spiritual sense, concealing her true identity. If not for the mask, Long Qingyue would have spotted her during their fishing expedition at sea.
Understanding these details, Ye Wenxin relaxed a bit. The voice in her head continued, "Just a mere Demon Lord."
People everywhere feared Demon Lord Gu Qingcheng, yet the Zombie King's dismissal of her felt oddly detached to Ye Wenxin, as if they were discussing someone else entirely. The Zombie King's obsession was clear, so Ye Wenxin tried to distance herself from Gu Qingcheng, saying, "But if you know the Demon Lord, you must know she retired long ago. How could a minor cultivator like me from Cang Yu Sect help you find her?"
Ye Wenxin wanted to sever any connections with Demon Lord Gu Qingcheng and understand the Zombie King's personal vendetta. Was it another mistake from her chaotic, power-hungry past?
No, according to Long Qingyue, it was likely something from before meeting Liu Churan, something shared between them as they carved their infamous path. But Ye Wenxin couldn't fathom how she'd left such a loose end given her tendency to leave no survivors.
The more she thought, the more puzzled she became, especially why the Zombie King sought her out, this minor identity.
"Aren't you the one with the power of Burial flower? How could you not find her?" the Zombie King's voice echoed, surprising Ye Wenxin. She recalled using Burial flower in Yangzhou City, and the Zombie King could have observed without her knowing.
"No, what I practice isn't Burial flower," Ye Wenxin lied, trying to deflect. There were countless techniques involving flowers, making it plausible to deny any connection.
As long as she denied it, the Zombie King couldn't force her hand.
"Oh, then what's your technique called?" The Zombie King's voice was icy, seemingly just a formality. Ye Wenxin thought briefly and replied, "It didn't have a name initially. Later, I heard about Gu Qingcheng's Burial flower and thought it sounded too bloody, so I named mine Cherishing Flowers."
"Cherishing Flowers, much more pleasant than Burial flower."
The Zombie King's tone lifted slightly. Ye Wenxin hoped to bluff through, but then the Zombie King's pale hand emerged, lifting her off the ground.
"No matter the flowers, you must lead me to the Demon Lord."
The demand was forceful. Ye Wenxin sighed, "Your Majesty, I truly don't know the Demon Lord. Even if you kill me, I can only give you this answer."
The Zombie King hesitated, the voice in her head returning, "The beetle trusts you."
Mentioning the beetle suggested its trust outweighed human judgment. The Zombie King could trust anyone but shouldn't trust Ye Wenxin, the identity hiding Demon Lord Gu Qingcheng.
