Chapter 0385 – The Wolf’s Mouth Takes the Treasure – The Absolute Return

This was the first time that Zhao Chunpei, for the first time, had said something like this.

He suddenly realized that he had, surprisingly, developed, admiration for the Heavenly Devil.

“Elder, you seem to, well, understand, the Young Sect Master?” Zhao Chunpei asked.

Just then, Song Yi’s voice, came from the house.

“Boss, a guest is coming!”

“Coming.” Zhao Chunpei said.

He stood up and said to the old man, “You should go, today, here, it’s dangerous, you’d better go, to the inn, and wait for him.”

“Thanks, I’m off.” The old man said.

“You will not be able to see him, today.” Zhao Chunpei said.

“I know.” The old man said.

Zhao Chunpei turned around and walked into the tavern.

“Lord Demon Lord!”

The visitor was surprisingly, Demon Monarch – Zhang Hao!

He is today, dressed in all, black, and looks, majestic.

His chest, embroidered with a, hideous, evil ghost, made one, shudder.

“Sovereign Zhang, what brings you here?” Zhao Chunpei asked.

“Let me arrange the seating for today.” Zhang Hao said.

“If you have any orders, just say so.” Zhao Chunpei said.

“No need, I’ll just do it myself.” Zhang Hao said.

He walked to the second floor and set up the table and chairs, in, a triangle.

Zhao Chunpei was a bit puzzled.

“Today, there are only three people, coming to the meeting?”

He had expected that there would be a lot of people, coming to, today’s meeting.

“There are only three people.” Zhang Hao said.

“There are only three people, meeting, why do you have to be, so exuberant?” Zhao Chunpei asked.

“Because, these three people, are important.” Zhang Hao said.

“Could it be that it is the Sect Leader, who is coming?” Zhao Chunpei asked.

He shook his head, dismissing, his guess.

If the sky demon is coming, the seats, surely, won’t be, placed like this.

The Heavenly Devil’s seat, must be, placed at the top.

And now, the three seats are, well, equal.

“Sovereign Zhang, why do you need to, personally, arrange the seats? Wouldn’t it be fine if you asked your men, to do it?” Zhao Chunpei asked.

“Today, none of my men, will come.” Zhang Hao said.

Zhao Chunpei didn’t know that today, other than those above the level of Hall Master, everyone else was, not allowed to enter, the Windfall Tavern.

Today, the Hall Master, is, at the very bottom, of existence.

The heads of the various halls were sent, to guard, all corners of the Maga village.

“Today, other than us, no one, can enter, this tavern.” Zhang Hao said.

Zhao Chunpei had wanted to, tell Zhang Hao that in the backyard, there was another old man.

But he thought about it, and still, he didn’t say anything.

He was worried that Zhang Hao would, take the old man, arrest him and interrogate him.

Just then, a figure, walked into the tavern.

“Lord Kwon Demon!”

The visitor turned out to be, the Devil of Power!

He was, today, also dressed in all, black, and looked, well, murderous.

Zhao Chunpei’s heart, beating violently.

“Lord Kwon Demon, will you also be attending, today’s meeting?”

Quan Demon and Zhang Hao, greeted each other.

The two of them, standing together, as if, the entire tavern, became, crowded.

And, both of them, are, in the Devil’s Cult, the most vicious looking people.

Zhao Chunpei was so scared, he didn’t dare to look up at them.

Zhang Hao and Quan Demon, after chatting for a few moments, Quan Demon walked over to Zhao Chunpei and asked, “How is the preparation of the food and wine, going?”

Zhao Chunpei was startled and quickly lowered his head, saying, “All ready, anytime, serve.”

He didn’t dare to look straight into, the eyes of the power demon.

“No need to be nervous, I am, today, in charge, of the security of the talks.” Demon of Power said.

“You’re in charge of, security?” Zhao Chunpei asked in surprise.

He had originally thought that Quan Demon had come, to attend the meeting.

“Before serving the food, there will be, people from our Demon Cult, to check, if there is any poison in the food. Don’t misunderstand, this is just, routine.” Devil Quan said.

“I know.” Zhao Chunpei said.

He turned, and walked into the kitchen.

His legs, he felt, were a little weak.

He didn’t expect that the Power Demon would, in fact, be so polite to him.

If it wasn’t because of, Sword Wuji, Quan Demon definitely wouldn’t have, spoken to him, so much.

Zhao Chunpei returned to the kitchen, looking at the pot, the tumbling soup, his heart was full of emotions.

“Young Preceptor, you are truly, my honored one!”

Just then, another, Demon Lord, walked into the tavern.

“Lord Blood Heavenly Blade Demon!”

The visitor was surprisingly, the Blood Sky Blade Demon!

He was wearing a, red robe today, and looked, well, formidable.

Behind him, he was carrying a, huge knife, which was emitting, an eerie cold aura.

Zhao Chunpei was so scared that he hurriedly hid in the kitchen.

He didn’t dare to look, the Blood Heavenly Blade Demon in the eye.

“Have you seen, the Young Sect Master?” The Blood Heavenly Blade Demon asked the Devil of Power.

“I heard that he went to, the Sect Leader’s Great Hall.” Demon Quan said.

“I know.” The Blood Heavenly Blade Demon said.

He turned, and walked out of the tavern.

His back, it seemed, was a little forlorn.

Zhao Chunpei looked at the back of the Blood Heavenly Blade Demon, and in his heart, a wave of inexplicable awe surged up.

He realized that today’s Demon Zuns were, unlike before, different.

They’ve become, well, more subdued, more introspective.

“They’ve, like, all changed.”

He took a deep breath and tried to calm himself, down.

“I can’t, by them, be intimidated.”

He walked over to the window and opened it, breathing in, the fresh air.

He looked up, at the sky.

Just then he saw, a figure, standing, on the roof of the house opposite.

“Lord Extremely Evil Little Devil!”

He recognized that person at once, that person, was the Extremely Evil Little Devil.

She wore, a white mask, and stood on the roof, motionless, as if, a statue.

She looked, well, lonely and isolated.

A gust of wind blew through, and a few cherry blossom petals, drifted down, onto her body.

Zhao Chunpei looked, a little smitten.

Just then, the Extremely Evil Little Devil suddenly, turned his head to look at him.

“Ah!”

Zhao Chunpei was startled and hastily, ducked under the window.

“Did she see me?”

Cautiously, he poked his head out and looked across the room.

The Extremely Evil Little Devil, however, had disappeared.

“Whew, that scared me.” Zhao Chunpei said.

“She is truly, more than the Poison King, more terrifying.”

“What did you say, boss?” Song Yi asked.

“Nothing.” Zhao Chunpei said.

Just then, a figure, appeared, at the entrance of the tavern.

“Lord Poison King!”

The visitor turned out to be, the Poison King!

He was wearing a, green robe today, and looked, well, poised.

Around his waist, hung, twelve, variously colored, pouches.

On each bag, there is embroidered, a, life-like, animal design.

If you don’t know, what’s in these bags, you must think, the patterns, are cute.

The Poison King walked over to Song Yi, looked at the, vegetables she, was handling, and said, “What kind of bug is this?”

Song Yi was so scared, she covered her mouth and couldn’t, say a word.

The Poison King picks up a, snail, and places it on a leaf, then, turns, and walks out of the tavern.

“Whew, that scared me.” Zhao Chunpei said.

“I admit, I’m afraid of him too.”

“Boss, you’re wrong.” Song Yi said.

“What?” Zhao Chunpei looked at Song Yi in disbelief.

“He’s not scary, he’s handsome.” Song Yi said.

Zhao Chunpei shook his head and said, “You’re really, a little girl.”

Just then, a figure, walked into the tavern.

“Lord Swordsman Ichika!”

The person who came was, surprisingly, One Flower Sword Venerable!

She was, today, wearing a, long, white dress that looked, fairy-like.

She wore no makeup, revealing, her original, features.

Her face had, already, the signs of age.

Her skin, too, had become, somewhat tanned from, years of practicing martial arts.

However, Zhao Chunpei felt that she was even more beautiful than before, than before.

“You are the most beautiful Sword Honored, I, have ever seen.” A voice, came from the doorway.

The One Flower Sword Honored One turned to look, only to see the Drunken Devil, standing in the doorway, looking at her with a smile on his face.

He was also, today, dressed in a, well, gorgeous outfit.

On his clothes, he was embroidered with a, lifelike, picture of the god of wine.

“Recently, in Drunken Dream Mansion, isn’t there, like, a happy event?” One Flower Sword Venerable asked.

“You kid, what, so nosy?” Drunken Devil said with a smile.

He picked up one of the jugs, sniffed it, and then, set it down again.

“It seems that today, is a, very important day.” Zhao Chunpei said in his heart.

Just then, a golden figure, appeared, at the entrance of the tavern.

“Lord Little Giant!”

The visitor turned out to be, surprisingly, Little Big Man-Marble!

He wore a, golden robe, and looked, precious.

On his robe, a picture of hell was embroidered.

In the picture, countless people and evil spirits are suffering in the flames.

And Marble’s body, emanated, a golden glow, as if it were the blazing hellfire.

Just then, a black figure, appeared, by Marble’s side.

“Lord Soul Regent Demon!”

The person who came was, surprisingly, the Soul Regenerating Demon!

She was, today, also dressed in all, black, and looked, well, mysterious.

Her eyes, more than before, were deeper, as if, able, to see through the heart.

For the first time, Zhao Chunpei saw, for the first time, the Eight Great Demon Dignitaries, gathered together.

They were all dressed, today, in formal attire and looked, well, formidable.

They stood together, forming a, unique landscape.

Zhao Chunpei suddenly, wanted, to take this scene and paint it.

“This is truly, a rare event!”

A thought struck him, a question.

He looked up to the second floor.

“Why are there only three seats on the second floor? Why isn’t anyone sitting there?”