Chapter 10 The Palace of the Mountain Demon King

Inside Sargon's office.

"So are you really planning to go to the Dark Realm?" the hunter said, sitting on a chair painted pink and white next to Sargon.

"Well, and I plan to bring back a dark man." Sargon put his hands on the dark brown table made of mahogany, thoughtfully.

"Why don't you let me go directly to the realm to bring that person back?" The hunter looked at Sargon and asked with some confusion.

"My diviner only predicted that the boy would change the realm, but from all the signs now, it seems that he is just an ordinary mortal in the realm." Sargon said.

"Sometimes we need to make judgments in advance about what is going to happen. I think it is best to bring him back to Yuan as soon as possible." Hunter said.

"You don't need to remind me, hunter, I think it is necessary to arrange for someone to be beside him, who can observe his abnormal behavior at any time but not very obvious. It is best to..."

"It's best to be invisible, right?" The hunter's tone sounded like he didn't agree with what Sargon said.

"Well, I need someone from the Dark Realm to lurk next to that boy with the help of a Realm Realm person's body." Sargon picked up a piece of exquisite porcelain on the table, as if he was carefully observing the texture on the surface of the porcelain.

"The people in the dark realm are cunning devils. Forgive me for being offended, but do you think they will obey your orders?" The hunter stared at Sargon with his sapphire blue pupils, which were very bright in the dark brown interior.

"No matter what you say, my hunter, I still want to go to the Dark Realm." Sargon put down the porcelain and looked at the hunter and said.

Sargon was holding a lantern and staring at the huge oil painting in front of him. The surface of the lantern looked like an apple with even and elegant longitude lines scratched with a knife. The carved iron frame was filled with a faint candlelight that matched his bright afternoon.

The office is very uncoordinated.

In the painting, he still looks as energetic as when he was young. The long sword he wields seems to pierce everything that blocks him. The horse he rides leaps high, as if it is about to jump out of the oil painting.

The huge oil painting slowly moved away, revealing what seemed to be another huge picture hidden behind it. The scene in the painting turned into a black bush. There was only a gravel path in the bush, which was very strange.

Conspicuous.

Sargon did not continue to appreciate the picture, but walked straight into the picture, and then the huge oil painting with Sargon moved to the previous position again.

Sargon is standing at the intersection of the forest path in the picture. The potholed road winds to the end of his sight. It is a midsummer night, and the semicircle moon shines moonlight on Sargon's visible range.

Inside, the black shrubs were cast with a silvery halo, the huge leaves of the deciduous shrubs stretched all the way to the road, and the restless and random calls of various wild birds could be heard in the woods.

"So, are you coming to see the Mountain Demon?" said a strange and sinister voice behind Sargon.

Sargon didn't know that there was someone behind him. He turned around and saw a short man with a slight hunchback. There was a crow on his shoulders, and his eyes were staring at Sargon with the same malicious intentions as the man he was stepping on.

Ergon.

"I was worried just now whether my lantern was broken after not being used for a long time, but it seems to be still in good condition." Sargon touched the lantern's stand and said.

"Can you see me?" The man's eyes narrowed into slits, and the tip of his aquiline nose almost dropped to his thin upper lip.

"Yes, it seems that the Mountain Demon still hasn't changed his guard." Sargon said.

"I'm afraid you are not welcome here." The roadkeeper said coldly, and the crow on his shoulder flapped its wings and flew deep into the forest.

"What can you do to me?" Sargon waved to him and walked into the only path in the forest. The guard behind seemed to want to stop him, but he still hesitated and stood back silently.

He spoke, and it seemed that he was a little afraid of Sargon.

Sargon was blocked by a strange-shaped cedar tree in front of him. Such a tree lying in front was incompatible with the surrounding groups of shrubs. It seemed that someone with ulterior motives had taken this tree off like a graft.

The branches of the cryptomeria were thick and long, swinging randomly in mid-air like thick snakes, and the needles on them were extremely sharp. Sargon stopped under the tree because he could no longer see the road behind the tree.

Everything is covered by the dark night.

At this time, a branch really turned into a snake, circling slowly towards the back of Sargon's head. Then more and more branches were waving in the air, and their targets were all pointed at Sargon, who was still standing under the tree.

Ergon.

Sargon didn't seem to see them. He seemed to be curious about how he should go next, and the branches above his head were close at hand and slowly approaching him, as if these branches were about to penetrate into his blood vessels. Sargon

He could be stabbed to the head and bleed at any time.

Suddenly everything seemed to be still, as if time had been suspended, even the air was no longer flying, and the wild birds in the forest behind seemed to have been pierced by a knife through their Adam's apple. They no longer chirped crazily like before, but in the

At this moment when everything came to a standstill, Sargon reached out and grabbed a branch that was frozen in mid-air. He pulled the branch like a switch, and then a suspension bridge loomed behind the tree.

Sargon stood on the edge of the mountain. The mountain on the other side was clearly visible at the other end of the suspension bridge, and a castle stood on the other side. The ancient black tower shone with faint light, indicating that there were still people living in the castle.

Sargon stepped on the creaking wooden planks, and underneath was the rolling lava. The hot lava flow seemed to swallow up this fragile suspension bridge that could collapse at any time. Sargon moved his steps steadily, and he

His calm expression showed that he was not afraid at all of the magma that would frighten ordinary people.

When Sargon pushed open the door made of tattered ebony wood, the bell tower rang the hourly bell, several layers of thick spider webs on the door fell off and fell to the ground, and the door made an unpleasant sound.

, the torch behind the door reflected Sargon's slightly tired face.

Inside the palace.

The candlesticks are swaying with blue flames, the reliefs on the stone pillars are frightening, they are faces screaming in despair, and the stained glass windows are engraved with blood marks, as if a brutal killing has just happened here, like this

No one would want to stop at the palace.

"Our leader of the Yuan Dynasty, what a great hero!" A ferocious-looking woman walked up to Sargon, licked her black lips with her tongue, and her pupils shrunk into a line reflected Sargon's expressionless expression.

Her face, the back hem of her gothic dark purple dress extended to the ground several meters away.

"I want to see your father, Sarah." Sargon said coldly.

"You are a rare visitor. I have to serve you first." Sarah took off her hairpin, and the hair that was originally tied to the back of her head fell to her raised buttocks. She touched Sara with the black hairpin.

Ergon has slightly rough facial skin.

"Don't be rude, Sarah." A man in a black cloak walked over slowly. The man was almost as old as Sargon, but his face was obviously much yellower than Sargon's, and the visible spots were just around the corner.

On the man's face, small, almost invisible eyes stared intently at Sargon.

"Mountain Demon King, long time no see." Sargon forced out a smile.

"Don't call me that word, my friend. Just call me Vladimir. It's been a long time since you came to my place. Let me think about it..."

"I come to you to ask for a man, and I will take him to Yuan." Sargon interrupted Vladimir and said.

"Oh, my great leader, when will you need our people?" Vladimir's smile was unsettling. Sarah stared at Sargon from the side, as if she wanted to eat him alive.

"Since we are friends, we must help each other," Sargon said.

"Look, it wasn't like this here before, but..." Vladimir's expression changed a little. He swallowed and said, "Since that incident, everything here has changed, and we have also changed. Sal

tribute."

"Can't you hear that I'm begging you, Mountain Demon King? I came alone, and I only brought this. Otherwise, how could I see you?" Sargon said, holding up the lantern.

"Give me a reason. I won't give you someone without a reason." Vladimir said coldly.

After Sargon and a thin man disappeared behind the city gate, Sarah stood angrily in front of her father, her face looking even more ferocious and terrifying, and she said: "He is your son, you just let him do this

Let’s go. You know what a dangerous and stupid move this is.”

"He insisted on going, I couldn't stop him, and,,,"

"He just wants to find the witch in the realm who makes him uneasy all day long, that crazy woman named Morgana!" Sara interrupted his father's words and shouted.

"She is the best weapon we have placed in the realm. Listen to Sarah, we don't have the strength to defeat the realm yet, but once we find those things that belong to us, the situation will be different, believe me.

One day there will be no more light in the Yuan Realm, and at that time Sargon will kneel in front of me and ask me to forgive him." Vladimir stroked his daughter's hair and said.

Zheng Cheng came out of the milk tea shop, holding a cup of taro-flavored milk tea and was about to take a sip, when suddenly there were hands on his shoulders from behind.

"Please, can you not show up so suddenly? Could it be that you are following me every day?" Zheng Cheng said a little angrily.

"I'm around you, invisible." Morgana's words frightened Zheng Cheng. He thought about an invisible person watching him anytime and anywhere. What should he do? Could it be that he was completely naked?

,,,

"I've seen you take a bath not once or twice." Morgana said with a smile, as if she had read Zheng Cheng's mind.

"Pfft!" Zheng Cheng just took a sip of milk tea and spat it out on the ground, causing the street sweeper next to him to glare at him.

"I'm teasing you. You're not a handsome man. What's the use of you? I'm here to talk to you about serious matters." Morgana shook her long hair and said, "Do you decide to cooperate with me?"

"What cooperation?" Zheng Cheng asked.

"How can you bear the thought of a weak woman being taken away by a hateful hunter? To be honest, you should know that Yuanyu is not as pure as you think. You don't know something..."

"First explain what you didn't finish last time. You are sometimes a dark person and sometimes a world person, and you can go to the Yuan at any time. What do you mean? Who are you? If that's the case, do you still want me?

Help you." Zheng Cheng said.

"I am a mixed race. My mother is a dark person and my father is a world person, so I inherited their characteristics. As for going to Yuan, you can go by yourself as long as you want. The guide, ahem, will not lead you.

I've been there once." Morgana coughed twice when talking about the guide, as if it reminded her of something.

"No wonder I saw you in Yuan. It turns out that you have been following me. Aren't you with the hunters?" Zheng Cheng asked. The two of them kept walking along the street. Further ahead was the girl where Xia Qing and the others lived.

Dormitory building.

"The hunters arrested me for the same reason as you, because we know witchcraft. They want to get rid of anyone who knows witchcraft in the realm, so we can't escape their clutches, but we can deal with them in turn.

That's joining forces." Morgana whispered.

"This,,," suddenly Mo Jiana took one of Zheng Cheng's arms, and then rested her head on Zheng Cheng's shoulder, like a cute cat clinging to Zheng Cheng, which made Zheng Cheng's heart beat faster.

Speeding up, it feels like there is a rabbit running around in my heart.

"My dear, just send me here." Morgana said in an extremely cooing voice, and the hunter appeared in front of them. Morgana pinched Zheng Cheng's arm inconspicuously.
To be continued...