The little crybaby in the group, the young master is a softie

Inside the ghost clan's towering palace, the atmosphere was so heavy that it seemed as if water could drip out.

The people that Cang Yuan sent to the Shura tribe to gather information were like a drop in the ocean, and they have not brought back any news about Su Yang and Cang'an.

This situation of no one alive and no one dead weighed heavily on everyone's hearts. Under normal circumstances, it was almost equivalent to announcing the doom of the two people and their slim chance of survival.

Although Cang Yuan had already prepared himself to bear the sacrifice of these two people deep in his heart, when this cruel reality was truly placed before his eyes, the gnawing heartache still completely overwhelmed him like a surging tide.

However, he is not just a father, but also the king of the ghost tribe, the towering support of the entire tribe. The more painful the moment, the more he must endure the pain in his heart, straighten his spine, and show fearless strength.

Yaoguang's mother's legs softened and she instantly collapsed on the cold ground, muttering to herself:

"My children, my two children...are gone."

Upon seeing this, Cang Ce and Cang Ling hurriedly stepped forward, one on the left and one on the right, to help Yao Guang up.

Cang Ce tried to remain calm and comforted her: "Mother, no, the two brothers must be alive. Think about it, the second brother is so brave and fearless, and the fourth brother is so smart and intelligent.

Maybe, maybe we can’t find their traces because they have successfully escaped from the clutches of the Shura Clan…”

At this point, his voice gradually became lower and almost inaudible. After all, this reason could not even convince himself.

The Shura clan's defenses are as strict as a solid wall of steel. Once you step into that dangerous place, the chances of escaping unscathed are slim.

Cang Ling wiped the tears from Yao Guang's face with a handkerchief, "Mother... don't be too sad, you still have your elder brother, and you still have me. We will always be by your side and will never leave you."

Yaoguang slowly raised her trembling hand and gently stroked the heads of the two children in front of her, choking with sobs and unable to speak.

General Liu Rangchen, the Rabbit General, has always been known for his silence and decisiveness.

He stared quietly at Cang Yuan's grief-stricken appearance, clenched his teeth, and did not ask Cang Yuan for instructions.

He resolutely embarked on the dangerous journey to the Shura tribe alone, determined to find out the whereabouts of the two young masters himself.

As the general of the Ghost Clan, Liu Rangchen's most outstanding skill is to conceal his own aura. After carefully disguising himself, he seemed to have changed his entire appearance and successfully sneaked into Shura City.

Along the way, he was like a cheetah in the dark night, nimble and agile, cleverly avoiding the patrolling guards from all directions, and quietly approached the Shura Palace without anyone noticing.

Inside the Shura Palace, the luxurious decoration was filled with a creepy and strange atmosphere.

The intricate roads, with their twists and turns and crisscrossing patterns, are like a huge and complex spider web, dazzling and making it extremely difficult to tell the direction.

Liu Rangchen stepped in carefully, taking every step with extreme caution, as if he was not standing on solid ground, but a minefield that could trigger a deadly mechanism at any time.

His eyes were like sharp eagle eyes, scanning the surroundings vigilantly, not missing any tiny corner.

He first walked slowly along a narrow corridor. There was a cold light flickering on the walls. The light reflected on his face, adding a bit of tension to the atmosphere.

He would stop from time to time and listen, using his keen hearing to capture even the slightest movement around him.

Then he turned into a fork in the road. The narrow space forced him to lower his body and move forward slowly like a stalking gecko.

However, despite Liu Rangchen's extreme caution, he still lost his way in the maze-like Shura Palace.

His brows were slightly furrowed, but his eyes were still calm and steady, without any sign of panic.

He knew very well that this was just the formation at work, temporarily disrupting his judgment. As long as he could always remain highly vigilant and not be noticed by the enemy, it would not be difficult for him to escape unscathed.

So he began to search carefully room by room, gently pushing open the doors one by one, his movements were as gentle as if he was touching the most precious treasure in the world, afraid to make the slightest sound.

Every time he entered a room, he quickly scanned it, his eyes sharp, not missing any corner where someone might be hiding. He checked the closet, under the bed, behind the screen, but still found nothing.

Just when he was feeling a little anxious, an extremely gorgeous house suddenly appeared before his eyes.

The overall structure of this room is completely different from the other rooms, exuding an otherworldly magnificence and solemnity.

However, Liu Rangchen did not know that this was exactly the residence of the Demon Lord Di Yin.

He crouched down and came to the door quietly like a ghost. He paused for a moment, took a deep breath, slowly reached out and pushed open the door. Then his figure flashed and he slipped in like a loach.

On the bed in the room, Di Yin was sleeping soundly. He was alert by nature, and even in his sleep, he remained highly alert to the movements around him.

The moment the door was pushed open, Di Yin woke up instantly, but he did not open his eyes immediately. Instead, he still lay there quietly, thinking secretly in his heart.

Who on earth is this ignorant thief who dares to trespass into his territory? He wants to see what this audacious person is trying to do.

Liu Rangchen, who had just stepped into the room, saw Di Yin lying on the bed at a glance. His heart suddenly sank and he thought to himself that something was wrong.

If he had known that this was Di Yin's room, he would definitely not have rashly barged in.

But now that things have come to this, after a brief surprise, he quickly calmed down and secretly made up his mind to focus on finding the whereabouts of the two young masters and put everything else aside for the time being.

There are many rooms in Di Yin's house. Liu Rangchen suppressed his inner tension and anxiety and continued to search with trepidation. His palms were full of sweat, but he did not dare to slack off.

He even opened the wardrobe carefully to check. The moment the door opened, his body was as tense as a fully drawn bowstring, ready to deal with any possible danger at any time.

At this moment, Di Yin on the bed slowly sat up, his eyes fixed with interest on this uninvited guest who was dressed in black and wrapped tightly.

The corners of his mouth rose slightly, outlining a playful smile, but he didn't say much, just coughed lightly.

The cough was like a thunder in the silent room, instantly breaking the tense silence.

Liu Rangchen froze suddenly, he knew very well that he had been exposed, however, his calm character as a veteran of many battles and his ability to remain calm even in the face of a huge crisis was clearly demonstrated at this moment, and he did not panic at all.

Because hidden in his bag of tricks is the last trump card that can save his life, which is a ray of hope in his desperate situation.

At this time, Di Yin's voice came from behind him, "Turn around."