Chapter 1208: Adventures of the Demon God

Still not found?

Reporting to Shèngzhǔ, we have already sealed off the area around the Demon Cave, but there isn't a trace.

Keep searching.

Several days have already passed, and under the frantic search of all races, that Demon God has vanished without a trace, not even a trace.

This is rather strange; how could a demon tribe not be able to find it?

Qi Xiong couldn't figure it out, and meanwhile, the Demon God followed the merchant caravan all the way to a small town called New Ridge City.

Along the way, because he couldn't understand the Human Race's language, he could only pretend to be deaf and mute.

Everyone in the caravan knew he was a cripple.

As they were about to enter the city, the Demon God's eyes finally flashed with excitement.

These past few days he's really suffered; now that he's entered the city, at least he can find some food to fill his stomach, and he can also try to find out Bei Zun's whereabouts.

As soon as he entered the city, the Demon God intended to slip away, but the next second he was stopped by two guards from the caravan.

Ah, wait.

Not understanding what this person was saying, the Demon God could only look at him with a puzzled expression.

These two people have low cultivation, only at the Meridian Opening stage, and they are the most ordinary guards in the caravan.

Such ants, in the past, the Demon God wouldn't even bother with them, but now he doesn't dare to act, so he can only feign ignorance.

Seeing his foolish appearance, the other guard said.

What are you saying to him? He can't hear anyway.

I forgot, so should we just go?

Go.

Not knowing what these two wanted to do, the Demon God, in a daze, was brought by them to a courtyard on the edge of the city.

There were over a dozen sturdy men in the courtyard, and the leader was talking to the two guards.

This person is congenitally deaf and mute, and definitely meets the requirements.

Hmm, his age looks about the same as the young master's, that'll do—one hundred spirit stones.

Immediately, the leader handed a hundred spirit stones to the two guards, and then they left.

Seeing this, the Demon God was about to get up and leave, but the next second he was surrounded by the sturdy men around him.

Looking at those sturdy men around him with a doubtful expression, up to now the Demon God has been clueless.

What does this mean? What the hell, where am I?

Afterwards, still in a daze, he was taken to a rear courtyard room to wash up, and then he was given a set of white clothes with an unknown character written on them.

The Demon God still thought these people were kind, noticing he was dirty, they specially washed him up and gave him a new set of clothes.

But it wasn't over yet; that night, the Demon King was taken out by several sturdy men, got onto a carriage, and when he came to, he found himself in a dark space.

At this moment, the leader was talking to two middle-aged men.

Are you sure this person is okay?

Don't worry, he's congenitally deaf and mute, and there are no relatives in the city; I've verified all of this.

Alright then, remember: before dawn tomorrow, you must send him away, the sooner the better.

Got it, thanks for the trouble.

Saying that, the leader took out a space ring and handed it to the two, who accepted it without showing any emotion.

Immediately, the Demon King was taken to a prison cell; the youth originally inside walked out, and he was locked in.

After the youth walked out of the prison cell, he looked at the leader and exclaimed excitedly.

Uncle Li............

Young master, cut the chatter—you've really caused a big disaster this time. The person you killed had just been taken notice of by the Thunder King Sect not long ago, and the sect already knows about it, so you must leave immediately.

What, the Thunder King Sect?

That's right, young master, hurry up and go. The old master has already arranged everything afterward; this guy will be your scapegoat, and he'll be beheaded outside the city early tomorrow morning. From now on, there will be no young master you in this world. Understand?

"I..............."

Alright, let's go first.

The sturdy man hastily pulled the youth away, while the Demon God inside the prison cell was full of doubt.

What's going on? What are these humans doing? And this place seems messed up, huh?

Although the Demon God had once been to the Haotu World, back then he was being chased everywhere, running around, with no chance to learn about the humans' situation.

Furthermore, he couldn't understand the humans' language, so along the way he could only pretend to be deaf and mute; thus, he still doesn't quite understand what's happening now.

Just this room looks a bit off; this damn place seems like an underground.

But before he could dwell on it, soon someone brought over a table of fairly lavish food and drink.

There was wine and food; although it wasn't anything special, because his cultivation was sealed, the Demon King was already starving, so he immediately started eating.

Seeing this, the clerk who brought the meal shook his head helplessly and sighed.

What an idiot.

This guy is just being used as a scapegoat; he's supposed to be executed early tomorrow morning, yet he can still eat—really............

Having eaten and drunk his fill, as the sky began to lighten slightly, the Demon God was again taken out by a group of people.

At this moment he looked at the surrounding people with a displeased face; what the hell is up with these humans? Can't they just let him be quiet for a moment?

All night long, just dragging him back and forth—how much can they torment him?

Hey, what's with that look?

One of the clerks noticed his glare, immediately got angry and shouted, then swung a slap at him.

Huh???

The sudden slap stunned the demon god; as soon as he regained his senses, he glared angrily.

Damn ant, how dare you attack me?

The killing intent in his eyes was utterly undisguised; unfortunately, these constables weren't afraid of him, and seeing him still dare to glare at them, the constable flew into a rage.

He was about to strike again when an older constable nearby intervened.

"Alright, what's the point of arguing with a man who's as good as dead? Hurry up—if we waste time, we won't be able to explain ourselves."

"Hmph."

Upon hearing that, the constable let out a displeased cold snort and paid no further heed.

However, he didn't realize that at this very moment the demon god had already condemned him to death. Wait, you wretch—when I return to the Demon Realm, I will surely find a chance to kill you.

Now is not the time to reveal my identity; when I depart, I'll handily kill that wretch, and then I'll have the entire city bury him with me.

Being slapped by a human as lowly as an ant is utterly disgraceful.

He harbored vicious thoughts, but the next moment the demon god was taken outside the city and tightly bound.

The bystanders muttered incomprehensibly; he felt a sudden pain in his foot, then someone kicked him in the knee, forcing him to kneel.

Furious, that kick utterly enraged him—these humans are practically asking for death, daring to make me kneel?

"Ah, what an idiot."

"Someone, carry out the execution."