Chapter 462: Tushan Honghong's Future

"Ding, Private Task triggered: save sister Tushan Honghong, defeat the demon-catching Taoist, obtain 5,000 points."

"Ding, Private Task triggered: save the scar-faced little Taoist, task complete, obtain 5,000 points."

While on the road, Tushan Yaya opened the Live Broadcast Room while chatting in the group, and the voice of the Chat Group echoed in her mind.

She could understand and accept the task of saving her sister, but the sudden appearance of a little Taoist caught her off guard.

Because generally speaking, tasks are always connected to one's own existence.

The little Taoist was a complete stranger to her, yet the Chat Group suddenly issued a task regarding him, which was very intriguing.

Chat Group.

Tushan Boss: "Everyone, take a look at this task. Should I save him or not??"

Tushan Yaya recounted the task and raised the question in her heart.

Exploding Heavens Faction Leader: "Save him, it's free points. It's just a matter of convenience anyway."

Ye Fan Zhen Bu Hei: "This is a benefit! A benefit!"

Han Paopao of the Seven Profound Sect: "Tasks issued by the Chat Group are never unrelated; you should save him."

Demon Queen: "Eating melon!"

Journey to the West Scripture Seeker: "Saving a life is better than building a seven-story pagoda! Immeasurable Heavenly Venerable!"

Ye Fan Zhen Bu Hei: "Hahaha, Xuan Ge, are you serious?"

Zui Ai He Shounai: "Wahaha! Waiting online for Sister Yaya to beat up the bad guy."

Baiyue Jiaozhu: "I have also read the Script of Miss Yaya; all things in the world are connected by Karma. Whether to save him or not has little to do with Yaya, but it has a profound impact on Yaya's sister, Tushan Honghong. It can be said that Tushan Honghong's future is influenced by this person."

Diviner: "Baiyue Jiaozhu is right. If the little Taoist dies at the hands of Tushan Honghong, although Tushan Honghong's Demon Power will greatly increase, she will live in guilt for the rest of her life. But if the little Taoist does not die, will Tushan Honghong's ending also change?"

Tushan Boss: "That's right, why didn't I think of that? If the little Taoist dies, the lively and hot-tempered sister from before will be gone; she will become reticent and close off her heart. If the little Taoist doesn't die, my sister naturally won't become like that."

"Although she won't be able to increase her Demon Power and quickly enter the Emperor realm, I still want my sister to be happy. It seems I must save this little Taoist."

Tushan Yaya realized that the little Taoist was not unrelated to her at all; the connection was immense, as it concerned her sister's future.

If her sister were moved by the little Taoist, then for the next five hundred years, her sister would live in guilt, unable to forgive herself.

Thinking of this, Tushan Yaya hurried along, striving to stop her sister before she killed the little Taoist.

In a dilapidated temple somewhere in the forest, it was already late at night, and all things were silent, with only the faint, fragmented sounds of insects to be heard.

The demon-catching Taoist was already asleep, and Tushan Honghong in the cage was still struggling to break free from the Demon-Suppressing Talisman, but everything was in vain.

Her Demon Power was still too weak; even with her Insulation Claws, it was useless.

At this moment, the scar-faced little Taoist slowly approached carrying an oil lamp. Under the dim light, the scar-faced little Taoist looked so ferocious and terrifying.

Even though he tried hard to show a kind smile, in Tushan Honghong's eyes, he was no different from a demon.

"Shh!"

"Don't make a sound!"

"Hehe!"

The little Taoist approached slowly; although he was ugly in appearance and of humble origin, his nature was not bad.

Seeing two Fox Demons fall into his senior brother's hands and not knowing what fate they would face in the future, he decided to secretly let them go.

Consider it accumulating virtue for his senior brother!

At most, he would be severely beaten by his senior brother, but his senior brother wouldn't kill him.

After all, if he died, who would serve tea and water to his senior brother and work like a beast of burden?

His senior brother was also a pitiful person, and only he was willing to serve him.

The little Taoist approached step by step, the smile on his face becoming increasingly "warm."

But in Tushan Honghong's eyes, her fearful heart made her thoughts turn to the worst.

The elders in her tribe had said that in the human world, there is a type of person who is humble, lacks dignity, bullies the weak and fears the strong, and never dares to offend those stronger than themselves.

Because the anger in their hearts has never been released and they lack dignity, their personalities have become twisted through subtle influence.

They will draw their blades against those even weaker, ruthlessly retaliating against existences weaker than themselves, devoid of humanity and driven by madness.

Therefore, in human cities, many of the Human Race buy weak Demon Race members to abuse, torturing them to death just to obtain that little bit of so-called dignity.

At this very moment, the scar-faced man in Tushan Honghong's eyes perfectly matched all these characteristics.

The little Taoist stretched out his hands and slowly reached toward Tushan Honghong!

"Go to hell!"

Under extreme anxiety and fear, Tushan Honghong finally unleashed her Heart-Piercing Technique.

One claw pierced forward fiercely, fast, accurate, and ruthless!

But there was no expected spray of blood, nor any hysterical screams; the little Taoist was also a bit stunned, not knowing what had happened.

"Yaya?" Tushan Honghong looked in disbelief at the small figure that had suddenly appeared before her; how had she grabbed her wrist?

"Sister, I'm sorry, I'm late."

Tushan Yaya said, her icy Demon Power spreading out, freezing the talisman on Tushan Honghong's body, which then shattered into dust.

The little Taoist was so frightened he sat on the ground, his face full of panic, at a loss for what to do.

"I... I didn't mean to hurt... her!" the little Taoist stammered, his expression somewhat aggrieved but mostly fearful.

"I know; if you had wanted to hurt her just now, you would already be a corpse," Tushan Yaya said coldly.

"?" Tushan Honghong.

"Yaya, what exactly happened?"

Tushan Honghong was confused; if Tushan Yaya hadn't intervened just now, the little Taoist would likely be dead.

"He was just trying to tear off the Town-Demon Talisman on your body, Sister," Tushan Yaya said.

"What." Tushan Honghong was full of shock; if that was the case, then she...

"You all leave quickly, Senior Brother has woken up. None of you will be able to leave!

"

The young Daoist remembered something and hurriedly urged them.

Just at this moment, the Copper Bells covering the entire dilapidated temple rang out in unison.

These bells were all Daomen magical artifacts, extremely sensitive to Demon Power, and would sound an alarm as soon as any of the Demon Race approached.

Sure enough, the moment the bells rang, the demon-catching Daoist immediately sobered up, saw the person a step in front of him, was stunned for a moment, and then laughed loudly:

"Hahaha, another little Fox Demon has come~"

"She looks like a top-tier one, the quality is no worse than the previous two; I, your Daoist master, have hit the jackpot!"

Tushan Yaya gathered icy Demon Power in her hands, preparing to finish off this demon-catching Daoist.

But the young Daoist ran to the front of the demon-catching Daoist one step ahead, hugged his legs tightly, and shouted:

"Senior Brother, let them go!"

"You all run quickly!"

"You traitorous dog, actually pleading for a demon spawn, I'll cripple you!"

After speaking, the demon-catching Daoist slapped toward the young Daoist's crown; with this palm strike, the young Daoist would be severely injured even if he didn't die.

The pitiful young Daoist still thought his Senior Brother wouldn't kill him.

At the critical moment, Tushan Yaya exhaled icy breath from her mouth and nose, used Teleportation, and caught the demon-catching Daoist's palm with a punch!