Chapter 2789: The Three Evil Calamity Lords Question Evil

Shenxiao Bureau is a magnificent game.

Because it holds infinite possibilities, it also carries infinite trusts.

The competitors are not only in the ten thousand worlds of the heavens.

They are even more from the ancient past to the present!

There were several sky demons in Mo Yun City vying for the game, and Mi Zhi Ben and Xing Nian Zen Master played chess for five hundred years.

He Hua Ting even pierced through time to place a stone!

He clearly never intended to end and continue the myth. That year he failed, but he set up the game in time, waiting until this morning to continue again!

Now he has announced the "game rules," and the deathly silent Bu Lao Quan is waiting to verify truth and falsehood, to judge life and death.

However, in this inexplicable question and answer game, is simply speaking the truth enough?

Among these chosen ones present, who doesn't have their deepest secrets hidden in their hearts? Some truths, can they truly be declared out loud?

The problem fell on Xiong San Si.

He couldn't not answer, and he couldn't speak falsely.

All the monsters cast their eyes on him.

No one wasn't curious about Xiong San Si. Although his name is on the Tianbang and he can already be said to be world-famous, and in Ziwu Shan he is even a household name, the outside world actually doesn't know much about him.

His true appearance hidden beneath the mask, the matters of his heart hidden beneath the black robe, his past that he absolutely never mentions... these will still often exist in street talks and alley discussions, but no one speaks clearly.

They are also chosen, and they are also in this game. They are both competitors and fellow travelers.

They are both curious about Xiong San Si's true face and curious about what kind of reaction it will cause if he violates the rules.

No one in the field was blind, no one couldn't see He Hua Ting's weakness, and no one couldn't see He Hua Ting's ill intentions.

But after all, he is an existence who was once a Shenxiao Bureau chess player and is still a chess player now. No one is willing to rashly use their own life to probe He Hua Ting's bottom line.

Now everyone is waiting for Xiong San Si's answer.

He didn't stay silent for too long. He said: "The place I came out of is called Qian Jie Ku."

"I've never heard of such a place in the demon world..." He Hua Ting slowly looked towards Zhu Lan Ruo: "This little girl seems knowledgeable about ancient and modern affairs. Perhaps she has heard of this?"

She couldn't speak falsely.

Zhu Lan Ruo shook her head and said: "I don't know."

Xiong San Si continued: "The existence that rules there is named San E Jie Jun."

"The seas change and the fields turn to mulberries, and strong beings emerge. It's not strange that this old man doesn't know." He Hua Ting looked towards Yang Yu again: "Does the little monk perhaps know this lord?"

Yang Yu said: "I don't know."

"Strange indeed." He Hua Ting commented and asked: "What kind of place is Qian Jie Ku?"

He stared at Xiong San Si again and pressed on: "And you... what are you?"

This time, Xiong San Si didn't answer immediately but actively took a step forward and countered: "There is no eternal evil law in the world, Elder He. With this rule regulating me, how many questions can you ask in total?"

This was clearly a key question.

He Hua Ting looked at him deeply, but actually gave an answer: "If I cannot ask, you yourself will know."

Zhu Lan Ruo's eyes flashed like a rainbow, and Lu Qi Lang pressed a finger to his own brow.

None of the chosen ones were willing to accept being pointed out one by one. Even less willing were they to be like Xiong San Si, becoming the answer to inspect the game's danger in a situation where nothing was known. They all tried to use their own methods to see through all the rules of this game.

But as the person in the game, Xiong San Si had to give an answer.

So he said: "I was not born in Qian Jie Ku either. Many of my friends present know my previous story."

He Hua Ting's faint gaze swept over Shu Jia Lan and nodded slightly.

Xiong San Si's past where his home was destroyed, his family died, and he was hit by an enemy and fell off a high cliff, then returned for revenge after successfully cultivating... this matter was indeed heard by all the monsters present.

After all, it is a story with a very legendary meaning, very suitable for telling.

"That year I fell there, my consciousness completely lost. When I woke up, I had already appeared in Qian Jie Ku." Xiong San Si said: "I cannot say clearly how big it is, because I have never explored its full appearance.

It is a huge maze, and inside are room after room of prison cells.

A prison cell three steps square, with only one tightly closed iron door. For a very long period of time, that was my living place.

What kind of place is that?

How should I describe it?"

Xiong San Si's voice often tortured the listener's ears, but at this time if you listened carefully to him speak, you would notice that he was also torturing himself.

What exactly did he experience to have such a painful voice?

"I cannot give Qian Jie Ku an accurate definition, I can only describe what I know."

Xiong San Si said: "I am not the only prisoner there. Imprisoned there are demon races, human races, and even monster races."

He Hua Ting's two eyes were like two points of faint fire, quietly listening to him narrate.

The other monsters were also attracted by his narration.

"Why do you think San E Jie Jun gathered us together?"

In Xiong San Si's rough voice, for the first time, there was a relatively intense emotion.

He himself gave the answer: "He wants to cultivate us like grafting flowers and trees!"

"Cultivate" these two words are originally very positive words.

But placed in the current context, placed in that mysterious Qian Jie Ku, they were extremely sinister.

No matter if they were people or monsters, they all had spiritual wisdom, their own emotions, and cultural existence. How could they be treated in the manner of grafting flowers and trees?

"You ask me what I am..."

Xiong San Si used his index finger like a dagger and drew down at his left shoulder, revealing a piece of bone armor with mysterious patterns on it.

He then pointed at the demon mark there and said: "I am a demon."

He Hua Ting glanced at the Bu Lao Quan, and with the water pattern as a line, the ripples were always on the east side.

Xiong San Si pointed at his own heart again, smashing his finger against his chest, making a thumping sound: "I am human."

He pulled off his own black robe and also lifted open the leather armor underneath the black robe, so that everyone present could see—at his abdomen, there was a large lump of flesh that suddenly turned into thick black fog. After a while, it turned back into flesh from the black fog.

So strange!

"I am also a monster."

"I am the variety that San E Jie Jun cultivated. I am human, monster, demon, demon, human, human, monster, monster, human, demon," he finally concluded, answering He Hua Ting's question. Beneath the pitch-black mask was still a pair of emotionless eyes.

The entire field was silent.

It was hard to imagine what kind of existence that San E Jie Jun was. He actually acted so against the natural order, arbitrarily transforming his own kind, grafting demons and connecting humans... treating wise spirits with emotions and thoughts one by one as wood carvings!

Tai Ping Gui Shi gripped his long saber tightly and gritted his teeth, saying: "This kind of evildoer, my Tai Ping Dao must kill him!"

The hearts of the crowd of monsters felt empathy, only He Hua Ting's eyes suddenly brightened and then dimmed.

Perhaps for a moment, he couldn't figure out why this answer, which should have resolved the questioning of Xiong San Si, ultimately failed.

Perhaps San E Jie Jun was too cruel, or Qian Jie Ku was too evil. Even an ancient being like He Hua Ting was trapped in shocked emotions, unable to find that elusive inspiration, unable to complete his "possibility."

"How did you escape—"

He opened his mouth, but this question was half-asked before he stopped continuing.

"It seems you cannot ask me for the time being." Xiong San Si looked at him and said.

He Hua Ting said: "That can be understood."

Chai A Si looked at all of this in a daze, completely unable to understand the undercurrents behind this dialogue. He only vaguely felt that Xiong San Si seemed to have escaped some kind of danger.

What danger did he escape?

Indeed, Xiong San Si's experience was very tragic, and listening to it was painful. But in this response just now, he only answered truthfully, which shouldn't have been that difficult.

But why did Zhu Lan Ruo seem to let out a sigh of relief, and Lu Qi Lang also seemed to have a burden lifted?

He placed these doubts in his heart and offered them to the great ancient god.

Then he received the answer—

"He Hua Ting failed in the near ancient era and is still lingering until now, so he must have paid a considerable heavy price. He is very weak now. I guess his power is probably only enough to support him acting fiercely on that green stone, which is why he just called you over.

Zhu Lan Ruo's divine ability is extraordinary. The first time she left there before, perhaps she sensed something.

Realizing that it was impossible for anyone to be deceived by him, He Hua Ting then activated his arrangement in this world.

He utilized the power of the Shenxiao land to set up this game. Of course, as the game designer, he has certain privileges, but while prying into the Shenxiao world in this game, he himself must also comply with the game rules.

A game that cannot achieve relative fairness cannot be established.

Just as the true meaning of infinite possibilities corresponds to exhausting all efforts.

This is the fundamental rule of this world, and all arrangements must extend from this.

In a state of extreme weakness, how to pry into the power of the Shenxiao world and complete his existing purpose? He Hua Ting caught such a possibility in infinite possibilities and realized it.

He designed this game with spoken rules and unspoken rules.

The spoken rules are 'if you have a question, you must answer; if you have an answer, speak the truth.'

Unspoken rules may hide deadly factors, which still need further exploration and interpretation.

Xiong San Si is crossing the river by feeling the stones. He temporarily didn't drown and forged a small path. Of course, it is worth rejoicing for the bystanders, because each of them may need to cross this river slightly later.

Chai A Si listened as if he understood and didn't understand.

At this time, Xiong San Si had already slowly put on his own leather armor, covered himself with his black robe, and then actually took another step forward, almost face to face with He Hua Ting!

Beneath the pitch-black mask, his eyes gazed at He Hua Ting, and with a calmness and courage that made the bystanders admire, he said: "If there is a question, I must answer; if I speak falsely, it's like fishing for the moon in the water, drowning and dying... Since the rules are like this, can I also ask you questions?"

He Hua Ting was silent for a moment and said: "Yes."

"What is your purpose?" Xiong San Si spoke simply and directly.

If there were unspoken, deadly rules hidden in the answering process, then he wanted to find a way to make He Hua Ting touch them.

Xiong San Si obviously already understood the game rules set by He Hua Ting. He had successfully escaped danger and switched to offense.

The counterattack began!

He Hua Ting blinked his eyes slightly, seeming to indicate appreciation.

Then he said: "This game is based on some commonality among you all that I spied on in the river of time. It is an extremely targeted game. The reason should not be avoided by you. But you are very smart. You just hid very important information. Do you not feel now that as long as that secret is exposed, it will trigger the danger of this question and answer game?"

These words contained a probe.

But Xiong San Si didn't speak, and his eyes didn't fluctuate. His time of "if there is a question, I must answer; if there is an answer, speak the truth" had passed. Now he didn't need to answer anything.

The pressure of the rules would still descend.

He Hua Ting laughed: "Then now I will give you my answer."

"My purpose at this stage is to plunder the life force of any one of you as the living source of my body, so that I can truly exert a little power... not like now, struggling so hard."

"The later purpose is to accumulate enough power and go to the time point where you are to complete my revival."

"The final purpose is to revive the Bu Lao Quan and continue the myth."

On the east side of the Bu Lao Quan, ripples appeared, seeming to be caused by the wind.

Of course, He Hua Ting wouldn't joke at this kind of time. Under the restriction of the game rules, every sentence he spoke was true and credible.

And therefore terrifying.

Because of the torment of the so-called San E Jie Jun, Xiong San Si is now demon, monster, and human. His physical state is strange, but without a doubt, he stands there with a very reliable temperament.

Just as for He Hua Ting's answer, he

Was still calm: "Please tell me all the rules of this question and answer game are..."

He Hua Ting smiled and interrupted him: "You can only ask one question, this is the privilege of an elder."

Xiong San Si very calmly accepted this result, only saying: "Then at least I knew this new rule."

"It's time for me to ask again." He Hua Ting looked at him dangerously.

Xiong San Si just gazed back at him without any emotion.

Both had to consider the remaining means of these young sky demon seeds, and also had to accommodate their own weak physical state... this targeted question and answer game was not some clever design.

Just like the human-monster-demon integrated guy before his eyes, he had almost smartly touched the truth.

He Hua Ting had to consider how many times he could still safely ask questions... not one time could be wasted.

He had waited too long!

He had waited until his body was already exhausted. That extreme tormenting dryness had tormented him for who knows how many years and months. Because time in this stagnant Yuanxi 3922 year in the Shenxiao world no longer had meaning, this segment of torment could almost be said to be eternal.

He had boiled for so long and only now boiled to the first opportunity, perhaps also the last opportunity.

He only needed to succeed once. As long as a little life force ignited his body, these young little demons would naturally be extinguished with a puff of breath.

But could asking Xiong San Si again ensure that his set of answer rules would be triggered?

That year, when he was still in his peak state, he was already a cultivator adept at playing "hostility." Now he also put this skill into the question and answer game. As long as the answer of the answerer aroused the hostility of the most participants in the field, they would immediately be driven to the Bu Lao Quan—that naturally was meat on the chopping block. No one in the world understood how to utilize the Bu Lao Quan better than him.

So he would dig up the answerer's deepest, darkest, most unspeakable secrets. Of course, he couldn't penetrate every participant's inner being, unable to accurately know what those secrets were. He could only make a general judgment through his vision as a top-level chess player.

This process was like gambling on stones. The difference was that he could indeed see the color of the jade, but he could only see that this cut would land there.

His own answer just now actually already triggered the hidden answer rules. He used his only exemption as the game creator to exempt the punishment. Then he deliberately put on an unaffected posture to mislead this group of little demons in front of him. To make them further away from the truth.

This was of course not a fair game. He had gained a very big advantage for himself. This was also the gift of enduring long torment.

Long trapped in this time segment, with the Bu Lao Quan as a mirror, gazing at his originally lingering self, drying up little by little.

He once had countless kinds of wonderful arrangements, but limited by the dissipation of his strength, he could only repeatedly actively reduce them... repeatedly restructure them.

A skilled woman is hard to cook without rice, but he had to fill his belly with air.

But could these advantages necessarily help him win the game?

In short, after a long gaze, He Hua Ting finally shifted his gaze away.

Yang Yu, Shu Jia Lan, Zhu Lan Ruo... each in danger.

But he skipped them all.

He surveyed for a while, and finally stopped on Chai A Si: "Later generation, after thinking about it, you are still the most obedient. Now I will ask you a question."

Chai A Si froze.

The little demon that the great ancient god said might need to cross this river slightly later unexpectedly was he, Chai A Si himself!

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