The Demon Lords

Chapter 1089: Chapter 262: Bootlicker

Walking the nighttime path,

he encountered a woman crying for help, hanging from a tree;

Lord Zheng had seen such beginnings many times before, and if the magic orbs were all by his side, he wouldn’t mind rescuing her, purely as a bit of entertainment when idle;

but now, he couldn’t be bothered.

Equally indifferent was the princess.

Lord Zheng didn’t believe the princess’s crossbow had missed, but he truly felt that her straightforward act of shooting the woman dead from his back was genuinely impressive.

Since your family has been killed by bandits, and you yourself appear to have been dishonored by them,

life has nothing left for you, surviving would likely mean enduring endless pain and nightmares,

then we shall send you to reunite with your family below.

Amitabha.

However, situations always seem to forcefully pull you in, even when you sense it’s a trap, planning to bypass it, halfway through you discover the pit is even deeper than imagined.

The woman at this moment completely embodied the image of a vengeful spirit.

This world contains "spirits." The imported Mo Wan doesn’t count; it was not long ago that Lord Zheng witnessed the Regent King channel a "spirit" into himself, and earlier, Lord Zheng had obtained a Jade Order.

If we examine closely, Shatuo Que Shi becoming a zombie after death is one specific manifestation of this phenomenon.

But for others, they are very rare, whereas this one Lord Zheng encountered now seemed rather cheap.

Long ago, Lord Zheng had confirmed one thing, that he was not some chosen one, otherwise, how could every chosen one always be struck by stray arrows and misfortunes every time they charged into battle;

thus, Lord Zheng did not believe that carrying a princess on a nighttime path could yield any treasures, or encounter some Dabao.

When the princess saw the female ghost rushing towards her, she instinctively squeezed Lord Zheng’s shoulder tightly.

At that moment, the princess naturally felt that Lord Zheng was the person she could rely on the most.

When the princess squeezed his shoulder,

Lord Zheng instinctively shouted:

"Son!"

At that moment, Lord Zheng naturally felt that his own son was the person he could rely on the most.

"Bang!"

The magic orb shot out swiftly from the princess’s sleeve, directly hitting the female ghost.

The female ghost, like a kite with a broken string, plummeted to the ground.

But upon landing, she suddenly dissipated into a cloud of green mist.

The magic orb hovered in the air,

beginning to manifest its form,

taking on the image of an infant.

"Spirit?" the princess exclaimed.

She knew her royal brother had a spirit by his side, but she didn’t expect her husband did too.

How many secrets does he still hide?

However,

what did he just shout?

The green mist began to diffuse, seemingly merging with the environment around.

The magic orb seemed puzzled, its gaze roving around, not appearing to search for the female ghost but seemingly looking for something else.

"Buzz!"

At that moment,

a sound of an arrow whistling through the air was heard.

"Screech!!!!"

Following that, there was a high-pitched scream, not human-like, but akin to that of some animal.

Suddenly,

Lord Zheng felt his vision blur briefly but soon returned to normal.

The magic orb flew back.

In Lord Zheng’s field of view, there was a tree in front, with a rope hanging from it, but tied to the rope was not a woman, but a Yellow Weasel, also known as Yellow Weasel.

Below the tree, there was a pile of stones arranged in a circle, but the fire within had long gone out, and judging by its state, it had been out for quite some time.

That Yellow Weasel had a hole in its body, and there was a crossbow bolt lodged in the tree, evidently the one the princess had shot earlier.

So, it wasn’t a female ghost at all earlier, but an illusion conjured up by the Yellow Weasel.

No wonder the magic orb hesitated and searched as soon as it appeared; obviously, the orb had detected something was amiss.

But seemingly before the orb could take further action, someone nearby shot an arrow that broke the spell.

Lord Zheng knew, Yellow Weasel could likely disrupt and influence human minds through releasing some kind of hallucinogenic gas, whereas the magic orb’s abilities lay in battling spirit bodies and providing a boost to Zheng Fan’s power when entering his body.

And such hallucinogenic gases, theoretically speaking, still belong to a "physical reality" category.

After all, you can’t just let the magic orb come out and start concocting antidotes like Xue Three to help neutralize toxins; that’s not its specialty.

"Are we being haunted?" the princess muttered.

The Chu region abounds with monsters, but compared to the number of humans, these monsters truly are exceedingly rare, yet incidents of mountain spirits and wild creatures mocking or even harming humans are not uncommon.

"Are you alright?"

At this moment, a middle-aged man stepped forward, his hair half white, holding a bow, appearing to be almost fifty.

"Thank you, warrior, for rescuing us," Lord Zheng expressed his gratitude.

Though given the magic orb’s abilities, it would only take a little more time to pinpoint the target and break through the situation, the stranger had indeed lent his assistance.

The man stopped cautiously ahead and asked:

"Who are you folks?"

The princess replied, "We are fugitives; my father won’t allow me to marry a humble person, so I ran away with him."

This indeed matched their appearance and was the most appropriate lie.

The man squinted his eyes, surveyed Zheng Fan and the princess, and said, "My name is Jiang Hu; I’m a hunter in these mountains. Earlier, you were being haunted by the Yellow Dog, though unfortunately, my arrow hit the Yellow Dog, it missed a critical spot, letting him escape."