The Demon Swordsman 3
Ch. 223 - Buried History
Feng Yong was fixated on his seat, his palms and hands instantly freezing coldly. He gulped, slowly turning his head to the side where a sword so sharply pierced through the wood of the sand exactly near the skin of his neck. If he misses a little his life will not survive.
Feng Yong thought his neck had been severed earlier, he could see the eye lashing out in front of him.
"Why are you scraping through history that will destroy humanity a second time?"
Stiff, Feng Yong thought. He himself did not know the reason for doing so.
"I discovered a history that had been buried, as the alchemist Emperor Shi would give great honor to those who were able to discover new things. Then ... I gave you all the research, they admitted me. But I just realized that my actions were wrong. So wrong."
The frail man explained, "At that time the first study was conducted at Laboratory A-3. The place where it all started. Emperor Shi did not see the virus as a disaster, but rather a weapon. And stupidly I followed all their requests, when I regretted it, they didn't let me escape or quit this research or they would kill me. The only way to ask for help is to slip a clue in every finding I write..."
His eyebrows dropped, the skinny man's face pias until no longer heard the hope of life in his voice.
"We're all going to die."
"Are there no clues to end this?"
"Ending this is the same as ending the lives of millions of people. As long as you kill them, the number of infections will increase."
Sela Feng Yong's. Xin Chen clucked, throwing 🐼 far out the window. Trying to turn the brain. He knew it was not safe outside and many people needed help. Feng Yong probably had the information he needed, the young man urged many times.
"Remember again. How about Hu Yaongi? Or the West Bay? Didn't that half-demon kid have a clue about what happened in the past?"
Slightly surprised Feng Yong replied to him, "Right. The boy ..." He moved his index finger while thinking hard. "The last time I read about this was seven years ago, a lot I forgot. Give me some time to think, "he said. The Lightning Fox lazily waited and immediately added.
"Hu Yaongi where all the infected were exterminated, didn't he?"
"Rightly so!" exclaimed Feng Yong. "But ... No, I remember something. That vice-presidentiality seems to erase some of my memories. I know about this, shit, shit, shit. Think on...!" His hand was flailing his own head, Xin Chen stopped Feng Yong's hand.
"Stranquil, don't panic."
"Ba-good."
While Feng Yong was much calmer, he took a breath and took out a piece of paper and wrote down something he remembered.
"Hu Yaongi is where millions of humans are burned by the fire power of the demon man."
He's picked up everything fast.
"West Gulf where he died in a castle. A place that was very a bit far from Hu Yaongi village. And there his foster father was killed in his own hands."
"And lastly, this must be important! Shit ... Where is he, I must remember him!" Feng Yong stuck the stationery onto the table repeatedly, agitated.
"206 miles?"
"That's a clue to my whereabouts."
Feng Yong suddenly flinched, his finger trembled as he wrote down the number 206 on the paper and then wrote upside down.
"602 miles."
The fox and Xin Chen noticed the disheveled contents of the paper, barely legible. Yet it seemed that Feng Yong was so excited to say so,
"602 miles, Devil's Tears. I remember it, an end to human suffering."
"Demon's Tears?"
" That ... The Tears of the half-demon child. The infected acknowledge the boy as their 'king. It was shaped like a gigantic crystal of fire red and it was inside the crystal that her tears were stored away. The moment the Demon Tears were activated then hundreds or even millions of infected would move to the place where the Demon Tears were."
Feng Yong further explained, "The power within the Demon Tears is enormous, because it is infected once it submits to it. If a man obtains it and uses it for himself, then the next Son of Satan will come back to life."
Xin Chen was not so scared back then, but when Feng Yong mentioned Qin Yujin's name in it, his hands clenched and trembled at the same time.
"I heard it myself, the new Emperor Shi and Qin Yujin were planning to find those Demon Tears. To end it all at the moment they want. But now that things have changed, the Emperor is gone. I'm sure the devil-eyed man will use that power for himself."
"You know," Xin Chen said cut off, "that man has caused thousands of calamities during his lifetime. I need to find her as soon as possible."
"But there's no clue about the 602 miles, I don't know anything else. Ever thought of looking for it, but all was fruitless. The devil's tears are found."
"If Qin Yujin is also looking for him then I will look for him first." Xin Chen ended the debate, Feng Yong nodded in understanding.
"By the way my lab isn't complete with drugs. Your friend needs incentive treatment, he's on the verge of dying or we can call him a coma. If it's not dealt with in these three days it's possible that his life won't survive."
Xin Chen immediately decided. "We're going to the Shang Empire in an hour."
"Where's that ugly dragon going?" The Lightning Fox searched around, not two seconds had Ye Long arrived beside her.
"Given!"
"Don't come near, you smell human blood."
Xin Chen was about to pinch Ye Long's head, "You ate a human?!"
"Rrraghh, the carcass! Of course clean from disease. Why?" Ye Long polled.
"My stomach can be eaten by worms from hunger. You don't feed me anyway."
"Don't eat humans." Xin Chen pinned Ye Long's head, the dragon protested in annoyance.
"Pweh, I eat human carcasses is of any use. Rather than being scattered and rotting brings disease."
When Ye Long looked at Feng Yong, the male retreated until he fell backwards.
"Don't eat me! Look, my body's just bones-"
Ye Long instead approached deliberately putting on a sinister face, Feng Yong almost peed on the dragon-made pants.
He opened his mouth, Feng Yong shouted.
His sharp teeth pulled something from Feng Yong's body, the man had already fainted first. The dragon did not care, he dropped the golden badge from Feng Yong's uniform. Keep him happy.
"Good too."
"You made him faint when we're leaving soon." His employer seemed unhappy at all, Ye Long tried to persuade him by giving the badge.
"Save this, it might be sold for a fortune."
"If you might be able to sell at a high price, Ye Long."
Ye Long's Black Eyes glazed over.
"Bad master!"