"When people see us, they all think that we are the ghost messengers of black and white."
"But we two would rather be called cattle and horses, and you, the worldly people, cannot have your wish come true."
The two of them sang in unison and landed in front of Su Baiyi.
Su Baiyi smiled and said, "Devil City seems to be more interesting than I thought."
Nangong Xier jumped lightly from above the carport and sat next to Su Baiyi: "Who said it wasn't true?"
Zhao Xiaqiu sat in the carriage and said, "We should be safe now that we have come here."
Niutou turned and looked to the left, where there were a dozen black riders holding swords and wearing silver helmets. He sighed, "It's still unknown."
The Horse-Faced Guard looked to the right. It was foggy and he could not see clearly. He only saw a small iron axe breaking through the fog and slashing in front of him. He raised his hand lightly and knocked the axe away. "It seems that someone does not want Master Su to enter the city."
"So, what should we do?" Su Baiyi asked.
"Sir, all you have to do is whip the horse and move forward." Niutou said with a smile.
"We two have been guarding the city for nine years. Those who should enter the city have never been stopped, and those who should not enter the city have never entered." The horse-faced man waved his hand, "Sir, please."
"Okay, then let's ride the horse and whip it!" Su Baiyi whipped the horse whip violently and drove the carriage towards the city gate.
On the small hillside, the head of the Wang family once again raised the red-faced longbow in his hand and aimed downwards.
"Master." The disciple beside him called out in confusion. He didn't understand why the master had given up just now but raised the longbow again.
"Look carefully below, who are those people?" The head of the Wang family sneered.
I saw a green sedan chair being carried by four people coming out of the mist. A golden dragon was embroidered on the sedan chair. On both sides of the sedan chair were young disciples holding swords and wearing green robes.
"A green dragon sedan chair. Is this the head of Qingming Court in Shanglin Palace, Mr. Long?" the Wang family disciple asked in surprise.
"Shanglin Heavenly Palace has sent a madman." The head of the Wang family said meaningfully.
"Mad man?" Wang's disciple asked in confusion.
"Mr. Long, the head of Qingming Academy, his younger brother was killed by the Demon City Lord." The head of the Wang family said dimly.
"It's not appropriate to use a madman to talk about a head of my Shanglin Tian Palace." A voice sounded behind them, and the Wang family disciple immediately turned around, drew his sword, and shouted, "Who!"
The man wore a white mask and carried a dark green umbrella. He bowed slightly and saluted, "Wen Xi, the deputy chief of the Qianji Academy of Shanglin Palace, greets the head of the Wang family."
"It's Vice Commander Wen." The head of the Wang family still held the bow and arrow and looked down without looking back.
"Tonight, it's not the time to take action yet." Wen Xi reminded.
"But Mr. Long's sedan chair is already at the gate of the Demon Castle." The head of the Wang family said indifferently, "Is it inappropriate for Vice-Sir Wen to remind me with this?"
"Lord Dragon will not take action." Wen Xi bowed his head and said, "I guarantee it."
The head of the Wang family hesitated for a moment and finally put down the Zhu Yan longbow. He shook his head helplessly: "If Su Baiyi enters the city, we can only fight to the death with the Demon City."
Wen Xi turned around and saw a dozen masked men landing outside the pavilion. Wen Xi walked up and led them down the mountain: "Destroy the city of demons. Don't you think this is something worth getting excited about?"
The head of the Wang family sneered: "Absurd."
Outside the Demon Castle, the Bull-Headed Devil and the Horse-Faced Devil turned around at the same time and looked at the green sedan chair.
"The person in the sedan chair is the one with the surname Long."
"Long is a very tough man. The two of us ghost messengers cannot take his soul away."
"At least a King of Hell should come."
"The King of Hell is not enough, I'm afraid we need a Great Sage."
Gu Ye rode his horse to their side, his tone full of helplessness: "I really can't beat this one."
"Brother Gu, you always say you can't beat me."
"But every time I win with one arrow."
"Just like when my brother and I were still studying in the academy—"
"The most annoying kind of classmate."
Gu Ye smiled bitterly and said, "I really can't handle it this time."
"Are you the nine evils from Devil's City?" an old man's voice came from the sedan chair.
"The Nine Evils of Demon City, the ninth one, Horse-Faced."
"The Nine Evils of Castlevania, the eighth seat, Minotaur."
"The Nine Evils of Demon City, the fourth one is Gu Ye."
"Okay." The curtain of the sedan chair was gently blown up by the wind, and an iron axe flew out from it. Gu Ye hurriedly drew his bow and arrow, but it was too late. The Ox-Head and Horse-Faced Demons immediately took a step forward. The two of them stretched out their hands to the side and pulled out a chain to block the axe. However, the force of the axe this time was dozens of times greater than before, and both of them were forced to step back three steps.
Then another axe flew out, this time it was a silver axe.
"Break." Gu Ye shouted in a low voice, and the bowstring sounded. The feather arrow in his hand shot towards the axe and blocked it. But when the silver axe hit the feather arrow, it suddenly split into two, becoming two thinner axes. One fell to the ground at the same time as the feather arrow, while the other turned around and attacked the horse face.
"Oh no." Gu Ye tried to take the feather arrow again, but it was too late.
But there was a crisp "bang" sound, and a rusty iron sword blocked the horse-faced man and knocked the axe back.
"Oh?" The old man in the sedan laughed, "It seems that a more interesting person has come."
"The second of the Nine Evils of Demon City is Ye Huo." The young man in gray clothes retracted the embroidered sword and stood in front of Gu Ye and the other two.
"Second Brother Ye is here?" Horse-Faced Man asked in surprise.
“Then the city lord shouldn’t be—” Niu Tou turned his head, and the other two also turned their heads.
The city gate had been quietly opened at some point, and the carriage stopped at the entrance to the city.
A man in golden clothes and carrying a golden sword stood in front of the carriage. He touched the long scar on his face and said with a smile, "Su Baiyi, I've been waiting for you for a long time."
Su Baiyi looked at the great man in front of him who he had met once before, and replied: "It is an honor for Su to let the dignified Demon City Lord wait for an unknown person like me."
Nangong Xier looked at the burly man in front of her and asked in surprise, "Is this the world's number one evil master known as 'Demon City Lord, Cut into pieces by thousands of cuts'?"
Su Baiyi hurriedly replied: "Yes, this is the world-famous Demon City Lord—" Su Baiyi thought hard for a long time, but found that no one had ever mentioned the name of the Demon City Lord. They all used the four characters "Demon City Lord" instead. He scratched his head: "What's your name, City Lord?"
"Don't ask." The Demon City Lord said lightly.
"Ah? Why can't I ask?" Su Baiyi asked in confusion.
"I mean, my last name is Mo Ming Wen, and my given name is Mo Wen." The Demon City Lord patted the horse's butt and let the carriage go into the city first. He walked forward a few steps, holding a knife and looking at the sedan chair in the distance.
The old man in the sedan chair lifted the curtain and looked over here from afar. After a moment, the curtain was lowered again and the old man said calmly, "Let's go."
When the Demon City Lord saw the sedan chair leaving, he shrugged, turned around, and followed the carriage into the city.