Chapter 1101: Chapter 1101: Monsters Among Us
Xia Xin was surprised to hear this, and couldn’t help but ask, “Ancestor, are you saying there’s a demon?”
Jiangli replied indifferently, “When I first saw Little Caihong, I detected some demonic energy on her. And now—”
Her gaze swept over Song Wenjun and Sister He.
“Both of you also have demonic energy, indicating that the thing also did something to you, leaving demonic energy on you.”
Xia Xin murmured, “There really are demons…”
Jiangli touched her chin, “I wanted to ask you, Xia Xin, weren’t demons not allowed to become spirits after the founding? How can there still be demons here?”
Xia Xin looked confused, “…I, I don’t know either, this is the first time I’ve heard of demons…”
Before the words were out, Xia Xin suddenly thought of someone.
Qing Yue.
Right.
Isn’t Qing Yue a demon?
This proves that nowadays, there really might be demons.
Not allowed to become spirits after the founding, could that just be a slogan?
“There, there are really demons?” Sister He felt her hair stand on end, as a cold wind blew directly in her face, causing her to shiver.
Song Wenjun turned pale and was speechless.
She wasn’t someone who believed in ghosts or spirits, didn’t believe in demons, otherwise she wouldn’t have treated Jiangli that way before.
But now…
Little Caihong’s sudden reaction was vivid in her memory, she almost lost control and strangled her own daughter.
Strange events, one after another, forced her to believe.
What ghosts, spirits, demons, they might really exist.
Realizing this, Song Wenjun shuddered fiercely.
Jiangli heard Sister He’s words but said nothing, contemplating the demonic energy on Sister He and Song Wenjun.
When she initially sensed demonic energy on Little Caihong, she felt the demonic energy was somewhat familiar.
Now with Sister He and Song Wenjun standing beside her, the demonic energy was even more apparent.
This kind of demonic energy, she seemed to have seen somewhere before.
It was somewhat similar, yet not exactly the same.
Thinking of this, Jiangli asked Xia Xin beside her, “Xia Xin, don’t you think the demonic energy on them feels a bit familiar?”
Xia Xin, still in shock, paused when he heard Jiangli’s words, “Huh? I, I don’t know…”
He whispered embarrassedly, “Ancestor, I, I can’t sense any demonic energy…”
Jiangli tutted dismissively and muttered to herself, “This demonic energy is somewhat familiar, musky and pungent—”
Xia Xin nearly choked on his own saliva, “An, Ancestor, what kind of adjective is that!”
Jiangli raised an eyebrow, “That’s my first impression.”
Xia Xin: “…The first impression, is musky and pungent?”
Are there demons like that?
Cattle, sheep, horses, shouldn’t they all be musky?
Speaking of pungent…
He thought of someone, and that was Qing Yue.
Xia Xin couldn’t help but mumble to himself, “Qing Yue is quite pungent, and I think his original form is a fox? Foxes do have a pungent smell, right?”
“Qing Yue…”
Jiangli, standing nearby, heard him clearly.
Reciting these two names, her eyelid twitched suddenly, and she immediately asked, “Do you have a way to contact Qing Yue?”
Xia Xin responded with an “Ah,” “I do, do you want to contact him?”
Jiangli nodded, “Contact him first.”
Xia Xin asked puzzled, “Why does the Ancestor want to contact him?”
Jiangli frowned, “Just tell him I want to invite him over to help with something.”
Xia Xin, confused, widened his eyes as if realizing something, “Could it be, does the Ancestor suspect that the thing that harmed Little Caihong is…”