"So soon?"
But she still wanted to stay here for a few more days.
"Little Princess, please come with me quickly."
The celestial maid was urging so urgently that Yaohua had no choice but to go with her.
Unexpectedly, as soon as she entered the Cangling Hall, she saw Yanling talking to Chongming with a solemn face.
"Sixth Brother was talking to us when suddenly something like a mask appeared on his face," Yanling gestured on his own face. "He said it was very painful, but none of the methods we tried worked."
Something happened to Sixth Brother?
Yaohua's heart skipped a beat. She quickly walked to Yanling's side and stared at him motionlessly.
Yanling looked at Chongming with a heavy gaze. "May I ask, Divine Lord, what exactly happened to Sixth Brother in Henan Prefecture?"
Yaohua was full of questions. Except when he was taken away by those divine envoys, Sixth Brother had always been with them. Why was it only on Sixth Brother's face that this strange mask appeared?
She thought through everything from the time they entered Henan Prefecture to the moment they finally left, but she couldn't figure out where the problem was.
Could it be that something really happened to Sixth Brother after he was captured by those divine envoys?
If so, Sixth Brother couldn't keep things to himself. He should have said something long ago. How could he act as if nothing had happened for so long?
Yaohua was completely puzzled. However, at this moment, she suddenly saw the small dough figurine placed on the table by Chongming.
It was the one that the dough - figurine maker grandfather had made for her when they first went to Henan Prefecture.
Jumping off the chair, Yaohua quickly walked to Chongming's desk. She stood on tiptoe and picked up the dough figurine.
Just as Yanling was in the middle of speaking and noticed Yaohua suddenly running over, he was a bit panicked. "Sister!"
Divine Lord Chongming was serious and rarely smiled. Although he knew that Chongming had a special fondness for Yaohua, this was really out of line. Yanling almost got up to pick Yaohua up.
"It's all right," Chongming said gently. "Does Yaoyao have any insights?"
Yaohua didn't notice her brother's worry at all. She held up the dough figurine high. "Master, Elder Brother, why don't you take a look and see if there are any clues in this dough figurine?"
Chongming had an excellent memory. He quickly remembered the reason. "That day... there seemed to be an extra mask on Mo Qing's dough figurine?"
"Exactly," Yaohua said, looking at Yanling who was confused. She told him everything about that day's visit to the market.
"In that case, the stall owner must have been impersonated by a false god," Yanling said, still confused. "But if so, why didn't she attack you at that time?"
In the Demon - Locking Tower, the false god laughed wildly. "That young divine lord is so handsome and charming, but it's a pity he doesn't know the times. If he had submitted to me, perhaps this Soul - Snatching Mask wouldn't have been needed."
"You're so shameless!" Yaohua was so angry that her fair face turned pale. But she couldn't get close to the false god at all.
"Little Princess, you'd better save your energy. Go back and see your brother for the last time, so that you won't have any regrets in the future," the false god calmly admired their expressions, as if Yaohua and the others' hatred and resentment were the most beautiful things in the world to her.
However, the next moment, she painfully grabbed her own neck. "Div... Divine Lord, you're actually taking revenge?"
Chongming walked out from behind the crowd. He slowly climbed up the steps, his expression unchanged. "What's the way to remove the mask?"
The false god forced a smile with difficulty. "If the Divine Lord wants to know, why don't you first beg..."
Before she could finish her sentence, her breathing stopped and her eyes rolled back.
The air in her lungs was constantly compressed. She was like a fish hooked out of the water, struggling desperately but to no avail.
Seeing the false god's struggling becoming weaker and weaker, and even her eyes starting to look dull, Yaohua was extremely frightened and quickly spoke up to stop him.
"Master!"
What if the false god died?
They didn't know how long the mask would torture Sixth Brother. She couldn't let the false god die like this!
Chongming didn't even glance at her, but he still released his hold on the false god.
Fresh air suddenly rushed into her lungs. The false god gasped for air, looking at Chongming with even more venom in her eyes.
"The solution," Chongming looked down at her as if she were a dead thing.
The feeling of near - death had not yet faded. The false god avoided Chongming's gaze and was no longer as arrogant as before.
She truly felt that Chongming really wanted to kill her.
"The Soul - Snatching Mask can only be removed by me personally," she tightened her fingers. "Take me to the Phoenix Clan, and I can remove it."
Chongming didn't believe her words and raised his slender finger.
Spiritual power gathered at his fingertip, looking like a star, dazzlingly bright. But no one would underestimate the power of this tiny star.
Even Yaohua was nervous.
"If the Divine Lord kills me, no one will be able to remove the Soul - Snatching Mask!"
Chongming had never been threatened by anyone. He looked at the false god calmly and sent out all the spiritual power.
Amid a painful roar, the false god transformed back into her demonic form. She covered her head with her claws. In just a moment, she didn't have the strength to speak anymore.
Chongming left the Demon - Locking Tower.
Yaohua glanced at the false god and quickly chased after him.
"Master, wait for me!"
Chongming slowed down. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the little phoenix rushing to his side like a ball of fire.
"Master, why did you treat the false god like that just now?"
"The false god is so arrogant because she has a trump card. I'm not from the Phoenix Clan. By taking action like this, she will surely be afraid and won't act so boldly in the future."
"Master really thinks far - ahead!"
Yaohua didn't hesitate to praise him.
Because of what happened to Mo Qing, the Phoenix Clan was worried about Yaohua, so they asked her to go back to the Phoenix Clan with Yanling.
But Yaohua held onto Chongming's sleeve tightly. "Master, please go with us and take a look."
Only Master could intimidate the false god. What if the false god started threatening people again when Master wasn't around?
There had been several days' worth of official business piled up on the desk. But looking at Yaohua's expectant face, Chongming finally nodded.
In the Phoenix Clan, on Danyaoshan Mountain.
Mo Qing was sleeping groggily.
The first thing Yaohua did when she came back was to look for that dough figurine.
"It's strange. Where did Sixth Brother put the dough figurine? I can't find it anywhere."
The false god was dragged over under restraint. Her whole body was covered in black scales, and her voice was hoarse, as if it had been ground by sand.
"The dough figurine has completely replaced him. Little Princess, if you want to find it, you might as well try pinching your brother's arm."
Yaohua gave her a cold look and tentatively reached out her hand to gently pinch Mo Qing's arm.
As soon as she did this, she realized that the situation was serious.
Although the dough figurine was elastic, it recovered very slowly, unlike a human body that would recover as soon as the hand was released.
When Yaohua pinched, she found that her fingerprint didn't fade for a long time, and the skin she had pressed down recovered very slowly!
How vicious the false god was!
She had actually turned Sixth Brother, a living phoenix, into something like dough!
Yaohua was both angry and sad. Tears welled up in her eyes and fell in a row.
"Sister, don't cry..."
Mo Qing's voice suddenly rang out.