Chapter 23 - 14: Clothes Redder Than Maple, Skin as White as Snow
His face had an expression of ridicule, yet he held an inexplicable, omniscient composure. Although he had the voice of a teenager, it was slightly deeper compared to other boys his age and was extremely pleasant to hear. Xie Lian sat upright on the ox cart, still, with serious concentration. He pondered for a moment before saying, "Blood Rain Reaching Towards a Flower, this scene sounds rather impressive. Friend, would you be able to tell me how it came to be?"
As a show of respect, Xie Lian decided best not to add the 'young' word in front of 'friend'
1. The teen sat casually, with his arm propped on a raised knee. He tidied the cuffs on his sleeves before nonchalantly saying, "The backstory isn't that impressive. It's only because Hua Cheng had once eradicated another ghost's nest, and just as he was done, it started raining blood all over the mountain. When he left, he saw a flower on the side of the road beaten rather pitifully by the blood rain, so he tipped his umbrella and provided it with cover for a bit."
Xie Lian imagined the scene and only felt that amidst the blood rain and wind, there was some elegance and sentiment deeply entwined. He recalled again, the legend of how the ghost clad in red had set fire to thirty-three temples, before he said with a laugh, "Does Hua Cheng frequently pick fights everywhere he goes?"
That teen replied, "Wouldn't say frequently, I guess it depends on his mood."
Xie Lian asked, "What kind of a person was he like before he died?"
The young man replied, "He definitely couldn't have been a good person."
Xie Lian asked, "What does he look like?"
The moment this question was asked, the teen lifted his eyes to peer at him. He cocked his head from side to side before he stood up to walk over to Xie Lian, then sat back down beside him. The teen replied with a question himself, "What do you think? How ought he look like?"
Upon looking at him much more closely, Xie Lian felt that this teen was even more striking up close. In addition, it was the kind of handsome that brought about a faint sense of being attacked, much like an unsheathed sharp sword. It was an image so dazzling one couldn't look at it directly; causing people to not dare look him straight in the eye.
Their gaze had only briefly met, and already Xie Lian couldn't take it anymore. After slightly inclining his head to the side, he said, "Being such a renowned Demon Lord, it can be assumed that he shape-shifts a lot, so he must have many appearances."