Chapter 1772: The Lord of the Demon Court, the Young Man

"Are you sure it won't affect the plan?"

"Li Tiandao and others don't know our ultimate goal."

"They have already started to survey our rear."

"Investigation? You mean the ant that is only at the gold level?"

In the Demon Court, there was still a small courtyard with a beautiful environment. The Lord of the Demon Court and the mysterious old man were sitting at the tea table in the courtyard and talking.

On the tea table, there was a mirror about twenty inches in size, and on the mirror was the scene outside the entrance to the Demon Plain.

“Don’t underestimate anyone.”

The Lord of the Demon Court changed his attire today. His pure white robe had gold edging, making him look extremely luxurious.

Just now, he was somewhat unhappy with the confident speech of the great demon who was one of the pillars of the demon court.

As a wise man, he is extremely confident in his intelligence and planning. He does not like anything that deviates from his plan. Naturally, Ye Ye, who left Goto and disappeared, was noticed by him.

However, the old demon in front of him didn’t seem to care about Ye Ye. After all, what kind of trouble could a gold-level cultivator cause?

Even if China reacts now, abandons all defenses within its territory and mobilizes a large number of troops and experts to rush here, it will be of no avail. A large number of top-grade spirit stones have been destroyed, and the concentration of spiritual energy on Blue Star is steadily increasing. Within two hours, the people behind them will be able to arrive on Blue Star. By then, any creature on Blue Star, including the will of the planet, will not be able to fight back.

"Aren't you being too cautious? You are just a gold-level human, not even worthy of carrying our shoes. Don't worry, the credit this time will definitely go to you. I will tell the king the whole story."

The old man said this nonchalantly, but the Demon Court Lord was still a little worried.

Through the mirror on the table, he carefully observed Ye Ye for a long time, and finally came to a conclusion in his heart that Ye Ye was definitely a variable, a complete variable.

What he was afraid of was not Ye Ye's fighting ability that did not match his apparent strength, but Ye Ye's methods.

Until now they still haven't figured out what exactly China's ability to seal the spiritual power of living things is, and it is impossible for Li Lingzhi to come up with such an unprecedented and unheard-of method out of thin air. All these factors point the finger at Ye Ye, who appeared without any sign at all.

"Send someone to search for that human and then kill him. I always feel a little uneasy."

The Demon Court Lord sighed and spoke. The old man raised his eyebrows and sneered, as if mocking the Demon Court Lord in front of him for being too timid.

But now the road ahead is bright, the situation is gradually becoming clear, and the old man is too lazy to argue.

"Okay, I'll send two cleaning teams to take a look."

"No, each cleaning team will be followed by another big demon."

"Okay, okay, as you wish."

After the conversation, the old man disappeared without any warning, and the Lord of the Demon Court was not surprised at all, as if it was natural.

After the old man left, the Lord of the Demon Court took a deep breath and calmed the bad premonition in his heart. He stood up from the tea table, walked to the recliner beside him and sat down. He closed his eyes slightly, but talked to himself in his heart.

"That human is definitely an alien. He almost ruined our plans two years ago. But after the Sixth Demon Origin incident was resolved, he disappeared instantly. And then he appeared again at this critical moment..."

"And his strange ability, which can be hidden from others but not from me. The method of summoning life forms from the dimensional space is clearly the use of mental power, a direction that has never appeared on the Blue Planet..."

"System, what do you think is the success rate of this mission?"

"Ding! There are too many factors to consider in calculating the success rate, and it is impossible to evaluate it with the current computing power of the system."

"Ugh...."

The Lord of Demon Origin sighed, and lay motionless in the rocking chair, as if he was asleep, but memories unfolded in his mind.

However, if Ye Ye had heard what he had just said in his mind, he would probably have been stunned on the spot for a moment.

Thirty years ago.

The southern Xinjiang Yaoyuan refugee camp.

A skinny boy was kneeling on the curb with a small bowl in front of him, seemingly begging.

There were many people kneeling on the ground with the same situation as him. The only difference was that the boy's eyes were not as empty as others. Instead, there was a glimmer of hope.

He wants to live!

However, in this refugee camp where people are eaten without leaving any bones, surviving is an extreme challenge. In this refugee camp, which has been open for who knows how many years, the spirit in the hearts of human beings has long been worn down, and what remains is only a numb, enslaved and twisted mentality.

The young man looked at the people passing by with hope. Even though they were not living well either, at least they all had a way to make a living. Whether he could survive three days without starving to death depended entirely on whether they would have a trace of sympathy. After all, he was so skinny that he couldn't even do the simplest hard labor, and the only way to survive was begging.

But obviously, there are also a lot of troubles.

"You, get out of here."

A slightly rude voice came from behind the boy. He turned around with a stiff face and saw a middle-aged man who was a full head taller than him, who was also skinny but had some muscles, staring at him.

The other person's messy long hair was covered with grease, his eye sockets were sunken, his left arm had disappeared, and the shoulder-level cut was still oozing blood. The flesh on the cut had rotted away, and three or five flies were lying on it, feasting on it. The boy even saw a few white maggots moving in the flesh and blood, which made him feel nauseous and want to vomit instantly. However, even if he had the urge to vomit, he couldn't, because there was really nothing in his stomach.

A pungent stench wafted through his nose, and the young man looked at the middle-aged man who came with ill intentions, feeling a little aggrieved.

Why is he?

This street was already full of beggars kneeling on the ground. I had been wandering here for two whole days, and only took this position when someone couldn't hold on any longer and died on his knees on the ground.

yes...

The boy looked around and received many cold looks. Here, he was the smallest, the most unfamiliar, and the easiest to bully...

"I told you to get out of here, can't you hear me?"

The middle-aged man's tone was already a little cold, as if he was going to attack the boy if he didn't get out of the way.

"I'm going, I'm going."

The boy was not prepared to have a conflict with the other party, but was honestly preparing to stand up. However, as soon as he stood up, the pain caused by kneeling for a long time made him kneel down again, and his knees hit the ground heavily. The boy's face turned pale in pain, but looking at the middle-aged man's eyes that never moved away, the boy could only grit his teeth and stand up again.