This girl is a streetwalker in the demon world

Guo Zichou will never forget this day forever.

On this day, he lost the person he loved most, lost the belief he had held on to all his life, and at the same time, he lost himself.

Standing in the He family residence where blood flowed like a river, he looked blankly at every bloody corpse, trying to find a living person, but he could only kneel in the blood in vain.

"It's all because of me. Their deaths were caused by my meddlesomeness!" Guo Zichou said this, years of anger overwhelmed his reason. He punched the rock hard, and the huge force caused the whole mountain to shake several times.

An Ling said anxiously: "No!"

"Oh," Guo Zichou laughed at himself, "In the past, I always wanted to be a hero. I thought I was invincible and could fight against the strong and help the weak to uphold justice like the heroes in the storybooks. But what is the truth? The fact is that I can't even protect the people around me!"

The flickering light of the fire shone on the two people's faces, burning faintly. Outside, the wind and rain were getting stronger. The damp water vapor was blown in by the cold wind, making the campfire flicker.

An Ling and Guo Zichou were both silent, not knowing whether they were lamenting the fickleness of fate or the fickleness of the world, which made it difficult for lovers to be together, allowed the perpetrators to go unpunished, and caused the young man who originally had a sense of justice to begin to doubt his own beliefs.

After a long while, An Ling whispered, "Uncle Master, you must not blame yourself for all the deaths, because the evil cultivators are out there. Even if they didn't kill your relatives or friends, they would use the same method to harm other innocent people. It's all because our swords haven't eradicated the source of evil. If we don't eradicate it, then this kind of situation will happen a second time, a third time... and keep happening in some corner of the world. Are you willing to continue to be depressed like this!"

"I'm not depressed! I keep looking for their traces! Over the past decade, I have been sharpening my sword all the time, waiting for the opportunity to cut them into pieces!" Guo Zichou roared.

An Ling still looked at Guo Zichou quietly, her eyes gentle but firm, "Why does Master Uncle drink to relieve his sorrow every day?"

Guo Zichou was stunned.

An Ling continued, "Wine is the best way to relieve sorrow. When you are drunk, you can forget all the painful things and fall into a beautiful dream. Uncle, alcoholics throughout history, if they are not greedy for pleasure, then they hope to escape from the shackles of the world. Which type are you?"

As early as the Ghost Banquet, An Ling had already realized that Guo Zichou was just drinking to drown his sorrows. No matter whether it was the most precious amber wine or ordinary fermented rice wine, he just desperately poured it into his stomach just to get drunk.

Guo Zichou smiled sadly, starting with a bitter smile, then slowly grew louder and louder, and later became almost crazy. He laughed and tears flowed at the same time, and countless familiar figures kept flashing before his eyes, and finally stopped on He Miao's smiling face.

An Ling silently waited for Guo Zichou to calm down, watching him laugh and cry, and finally, return to calm.

"How could I not know... You are such a thorny guy, why do you point these out for no reason..." Guo Zichou shook his head.

Seeing that it was almost time, An Ling changed the subject. She looked at the ghost child at her feet and asked, "Master, I seemed to see it move just now. How do we deal with this ghost child?"

When talking about serious matters, both of them became serious.

Guo Zichou walked over quickly, lifted the covering clothes, turned the ghost child over, and its entire body was finally exposed in front of An Ling.

An Ling was surprised and asked, "Why does this child have no gender?"

Guo Zichou sighed and said, "It is a human, but not a human. Look at its dantian." Guo Zichou pointed to the ghost child's dantian, and saw that there was only a white magic circle that was constantly rotating in the dantian. The formation diagram was very complicated, and An Ling could not understand it at all.

"This is!"

Guo Zichou sighed again, put his clothes back on the ghost child, and then turned to An Ling to explain: "I have been investigating for many years and found out that the Red and White Ghost Banquets are inextricably linked to the group of people I am tracking down. After I lurked for several months, I finally succeeded in killing the Blood Ghost Sect's visitors when the Ghost Banquet was distributing invitations. But unfortunately, the moment I caught it, it exploded. Later, with the help of a dead scholar, I learned a lot of information from its residual soul."

"There are red and white banquets, and there are also red and white banquets for evil spirits. The one we just saw was a red banquet, also known as a wedding banquet, and the white banquet was naturally a funeral banquet. They spread the news in the mortal world, taking advantage of people's greed and evil magic such as the Five Ghosts Bringing Wealth, and cultivated and controlled many powerful people behind the scenes. It is precisely because of this that they used the shadows of the powerful and scattered around Daxuan, making it impossible for us to grasp their whereabouts."

"And this child may be an important means for us to find the headquarters of the Blood Vampire Sect."

Guo Zichou looked at the ghost child and explained, "This ghost child is the Red Evil mentioned in the evil cultivator's notes who died beside the human brain pool. That paper man is not the Red Evil at all. The real Red Evil is this!"

When An Ling heard this, she quickly stood up and moved to another seat. She didn't want to sit next to this thing!

Seeing this, Guo Zichou said speechlessly: "You have already hugged me, what are you afraid of?"

"This thing probably hasn't fully grown yet, otherwise it wouldn't be so weak," he continued.

An Ling looked at Hong Sha and was horrified. What was the connection between Hong Sha, the paper figurine, Hong Banquet, and the Blood Demon Sect? Could it be that Hong Banquet was set up just for Hong Sha?

She told Guo Zichou about this guess. Guo Zichou thought for a moment and said, "It makes sense, but the Ghost Banquet has existed for hundreds of years, and this Red Evil is so weak. It really doesn't make sense."

"Is there a possibility that there is more than one Red Evil?" An Ling asked.

As soon as these words were spoken, the two looked at each other and began to piece together the truth of the matter in their minds.

Hundreds of years ago, rumors of the Red and White Banquets spread throughout the Great Mystery. Countless mortals saw it as a shortcut to success, and would participate even if it cost them everything. However, the gifts of the Ghost Banquet had already been marked with a price, and the rich and powerful who had both fame and fortune were entangled in the curse and were used by it. Naturally, even if someone had a conscience and wanted to reveal the truth of the Ghost Banquet, it was controlled by the Blood Ghost Sect from top to bottom, and it was impossible for the truth to reach the ears of the public. Therefore, the Ghost Banquet has been passed down to this day.

"Then, the Blood Ghost Clan used the resources of these idiots to continuously feed the Red and White Evils with human lives. Until today, I don't know how many evil ghosts they have raised."

"And this is the one that hasn't really been developed yet."

The two of them stared at the red evil spirit on the ground, thinking of how many red evil spirits like it had been trained before, and how many lives had been lost in desire, and a chill suddenly rose in their hearts.

"Human beings are indeed the 'hard currency' of the so-called cultivators..." Guo Zichou muttered to himself, leaving only a sigh.