"How about I help you get everything you want?" Feng Qingyang's tone began to soften, and naturally, Xuan Luo himself also let down his guard.
As a result, the tense atmosphere between the two of them suddenly dissipated, and his face no longer had the initial ferocity, but it was also funny.
When all the murderous intent between them disappeared, Xuan Luo himself acted like a thief, his eyes darting rapidly as he stared at Feng Qingyang, his eyes full of helplessness and depression.
"I still say the same thing, how can I trust you!" Feng Qingyang didn't want to continue talking nonsense with him. After all, he was in control now, so naturally he had to fight for the greatest benefit for himself.
If a man does not work for himself, he will be punished by heaven and earth. Moreover, if he fights for it now, the benefits in the future will be unimaginable. Feng Qingyang obviously does not want to give up on this point, and does not want to give in to Xuan Luo easily.
Sure enough, when Feng Qingyang returned to the main topic, Xuan Luo's face suddenly changed. It was originally pale, but now it turned purple. Although Feng Qingyang could not see the face under the mask, he could sense it from his trembling body.
"Give me some benefits. Otherwise, how can I trust you? How can I know if you are the kind of scumbag who doesn't keep his word?"
Having said that, Feng Qingyang paused, his eyes flashed with brilliance, and his fiery gaze exuded a strong desire, and it was obvious that he did not want to give Xuan Luo any chance to take advantage.
"What's more, you are now willing to devour the souls of your own kind in order to survive. Just based on this, I cannot trust you."
As soon as these words came out, Xuan Luo's whole body was shaken, and the face under the mask suddenly twisted for a moment. Who is he? In the Middle Ages, he was a "half-saint" who dominated the world.
No matter where he goes, he will be worshipped and worshipped by countless people. Not to mention anything else, the word "semi-saint" alone is enough to prove it.
How could someone who could become such a person be a lowly person who did not keep his word? Feng Qingyang's words were like tiny needles that pierced deeply into Xuan Luo's heart.
He originally wanted to refute, but the last sentence made him swallow back all the words in an instant. After all, what he said was the truth.
A cultivator who devoured the souls of his kind was a demonic act. Who would dare to believe in such a person? For a moment, a feeling of loneliness and helplessness spread throughout his body.
He seemed to have lost all his strength and could no longer refute any of Feng Qingyang's words. He just stood there in the void, without the previous ferocity or murderous intent. Instead, he only had a kind of loneliness that came from being old.
"Boy, you are right. I really cannot convince you of my character. After all, I am neither human nor ghost now. I have lost my original self..."
He sighed deeply, then raised his right hand and placed it on the mask on his face. The moment he put it on, he paused for a few breaths, and his trembling hands silently interpreted his tangled heart at the moment.
Time passed slowly, Feng Qingyang didn't know how much time had passed, maybe one day, maybe two days, or even longer, but he didn't make a sound to disturb Xuan Luo.
He knew that Xuan Luo himself might be facing a kind of inner torment at this moment. Once he broke through, his soul would be sublimated. Although he could not be resurrected, he would not live such a tiring life from then on.
Finally, his trembling hands stopped, and he gently grasped the mask. Then, with a little force, he took it off.
The deep pupils looked at Feng Qingyang, and seemed no different from the eyes under the mask. However, Feng Qingyang, who was watching, felt his heart beating rapidly.
This was not because of nervousness, but because of shock and surprise. Xuan Luo's voice sounded like a middle-aged man, but after taking off the mask, he looked like an old man in his seventies or eighties.
The abnormal aging and vicissitudes of life, as well as the lingering fatigue and pain on the face, are full of various aspects of life. A face is actually engraved with the dark traces of time.
What kind of face is this? Feng Qingyang sighed inwardly. He was originally angry about Xuan Luo's blackmail and his previous threats to him, but now thinking about it, he suddenly felt that he was indeed wrong.
This guy is not a hero at all, but an old man in his twilight years. There is no trace of dominance, evil, or ferocity on his face.
"Am I scary like this?" Looking at Feng Qingyang's slightly opened mouth, Xuan Luo smiled bitterly in his heart, and the wrinkles on his face became even more distorted by his inner expression.
"Tell me, with my appearance, can you still believe me?" He muttered to himself, and his body, which was suspended in the air, fell down in an instant and landed next to Feng Qingyang.
The previous murderous intent and anger were gone from his eyes, as if they had never appeared in the first place. Or one could interpret it as, when he was wearing the mask, he was a hideous and terrifying demon. But now that he had taken off the mask, he was the real him, a true "half-saint" level strong man, except that this strong man was a little bit painful.
"This is the real you." Feng Qingyang spoke lightly, speaking to Xuan Luo in an ordinary and casual tone. His voice also lost its initial toughness and sharpness, turning into humility.
Hearing this, Xuan Luo smiled again, still a bitter smile, and his smile was extremely terrifying. If the corners of his mouth twitched, others would even think that he was on the verge of going berserk.
"Do you want to hide under the mask forever?" Feng Qingyang whispered again at last. After these words came out, Xuan Luo's face was obviously distorted for a moment.
But it was only a moment, like a dragon's reverse scale. Feng Qingyang's words were undoubtedly sharp and hit the nail on the head. The pain was clearly exacerbated.
"Do you think I want to?" At this moment, Xuan Luo was like a lonely person who had not spoken for ten thousand years. After saying this, he immediately poured out his heart to Feng Qingyang.
"My relatives, disciples, and master have all perished under the crush of time. Now I am the only one left, a half-human, half-ghost. Do you think I am not tired of living?"
"Do you know how I feel inside? I have been lonely for tens of thousands of years, and no one can understand me. I am worried every moment of every day, wondering if the Heavenly Dao will find out about this place tomorrow and wipe it out. Will I still be able to survive in this state of spirit at that time
"You were able to discover the secret here today, but won't there be someone who will tell it in the future? Even if you don't tell others, maybe someone will tell others next time."
He talked on and on for a long time, every word he spoke was like a string of pearls, and Feng Qingyang was almost unable to answer. He could only look at him quietly, looking at the poor man in front of him.