Inner Demons

The beggar lay horizontally in the ruined street. The blood flowing from his chest soon formed a small pool, making one marvel at how much blood he had.

But he still raised his head, staring at Li Yunxin with his one remaining eye, his words spewing out along with his blood. "I don't believe it... How is this possible?! You are... you are clearly human! Even if you die, you should become a Ghost Cultivator! How could you have turned into a demon?!"

Li Yunxin, having revealed his Dharma Body, bent down and lifted the beggar into the air with one hand. The scales on his body clanked, producing a long, clear sound under the moonlight.

This demon god looked at the beggar with his slit pupils, and with every word he spoke, hot steam billowed from his mouth. "I know you have many questions. But I have questions too. Since you're about to die soon, you wouldn't want to be an ignorant ghost."

"So, you ask me a question, and I'll ask you a question. I'll let you go with a clear understanding, how about it?"

Even in such a state, his heart filled with astonishment and terror, upon hearing Li Yunxin's words, Qingliangzi still sneered inwardly.

The beggar's body would certainly die.

But he, Qingliangzi... was not so easy to kill!

So he spat out a mouthful of blood and said weakly with his last breath, "Fine. To figure these things out... I'm willing to have my soul scattered and dispersed!"