Chapter 1
The young couple who entered the store looked extremely well-matched. The man was tall and handsome, with a mysterious and ethereal temperament, tinged with a domineering and devilish charm.

The woman was an even rarer beauty. Her eyebrows were shaped, eyeliner drawn, and eyelashes curled, making her already pretty features even more exquisite and vibrant.

Her round face was cute and sweet, and with light makeup, she possessed a seductive and alluring aura.

The King of Terror's gaze swept across the young woman's face, focusing on the man.

Yuanshi Tianzun?

A smile appeared on his stern face, his lips slightly curling, like a cat that had caught a mouse.

Many evil professionals had seen Yuanshi Tianzun's true face, and even more orderly professionals had.

As one of the small group of Lingjing Xingzhe standing at the peak, it was not difficult for the King of Terror to know Yuanshi Tianzun's appearance.

"Good luck!"

He stared at the young man, who had suddenly stopped in the mirror, and muttered to himself with pleasure.

"!!!"

Zhang Yuanqing's mind was filled with exclamation marks!

With the improvement of his authority, he was no longer the rookie he used to be. He had seen the information and portraits of the high-level members (rulers) of major evil organizations.

Except for the Nihility Sect, whose appearance was unpredictable, he had deeply remembered the three branch presidents of the Psionic Society and the Kings and Generals of the Soldiers' Sect.

Therefore, Zhang Yuanqing recognized the King of Terror at a glance.

The King of Terror, the leader of the Kings, looked exactly the same as in the photos: handsome, stern, elegant, and with two signature silver studs.

The King of Terror? Why would he be here? I'm just strolling around, and I run into Terror?!

Zhang Yuanqing's face slowly turned pale, adrenaline soared, and beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.

His heart pounded wildly, as if it was about to explode from overload.

Zhang Yuanqing had a sense of despair that "Heaven is going to kill me," and an unprecedented sense of crisis. This sense of crisis surpassed everything he had encountered before. The S-level dungeon and the crisis of the Pure Yang Sect Leader's seizure were far less than this.

This was a demigod-level evil professional. Even if the King of Terror did nothing. "Huff, huff..."

His breathing gradually became heavier, and emotions exploded in his mind.

"What are you doing standing here?" his aunt asked, confused, pulling her nephew into the store. "Come in!"

But no matter how hard she tried, Zhang Yuanqing didn't move, his eyes fixed on the full-length mirror on his left.

Leave here, immediately... Driven by the instinct to survive, Zhang Yuanqing pulled his aunt back step by step.

Suddenly, his back seemed to hit a wall, blocking his retreat.

"Huh, what's going on?" Jiang Yu'er also encountered the same situation. She looked blankly at the non-existent wall, completely confused about the situation.

Zhang Yuanqing took a deep breath and snapped his fingers. Jiang Yu'er and the salesperson froze, their eyes empty. They had been charmed.

Then, Zhang Yuanqing tensed his muscles, lowered his head, and bowed to the young man in front of the full-length mirror:

"Greetings, King of Terror."

The King of Terror gave a faint "Mmm." At this moment, his attention had returned to himself. He was examining the buttons, smoothing the wrinkles on his collar, and brushing away non-existent dust, like an ordinary customer.

Zhang Yuanqing said in a deep voice:

"King of Terror, you shouldn't have set up a restriction, shouldn't have restricted our freedom. Of course, doing so is also your freedom."

Hearing this, the King of Terror, who had been casually examining the new clothes, raised his eyes and looked at Yuanshi Tianzun in the mirror. His expression changed from indifference, and he smiled:

"Interesting."

After saying that, he raised his hand and snapped his fingers.

With a "snap," the restriction that enveloped the clothing store disappeared.

The King of Terror smiled:

"Leaving is your freedom. No one can restrict anyone's freedom in any way. I admire what you said just now. However, leaving is your freedom, and killing you is my freedom."

"Let me reintroduce myself, I'm from the Soldiers' Sect, the King of Terror. And you?"

"Yuanshi Tianzun." Zhang Yuanqing did not hide it, because it was meaningless. He said in a low voice:

"Please let them leave, they are just ordinary people."

"That is also your freedom." The King of Terror nodded slightly.

Zhang Yuanqing immediately looked at his aunt and said in a low voice, "Aunt, go home."

His aunt, with a dazed look, picked up her bag and turned to leave.

Under Zhang Yuanqing's illusion, the salesperson also left work early.

Then, the cashier and the other three salespersons left the store one after another.

Whew, not bad, I've delayed a little time... Zhang Yuanqing thought. He wasn't idle either. While the salespersons and his aunt were leaving, he separated half of his consciousness, descended into Xue Qiangwei's body, and told Guan Ya about his encounter.

Guan Ya would inform Fu Qingyang.

"What to do next? Should I just surrender and beg for mercy, or sing a song 'Forgive Me for Being Unruly and Loving Freedom in This Life' to win the King of Terror's favor?"

"The information says that Terror has a strange temperament, is moody, and is not as paranoid and stubborn as the Demon Eye. Facing the Demon Eye, as long as you don't do bad things, you won't die, but the King of Terror obviously doesn't buy that..."

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Zhang Yuanqing's mind raced, thinking about countermeasures. He sadly realized that, apart from waiting for rescue, there was no way out.

He had almost no means of self-rescue. His few excellent items were with Princess, and even if they were in his inventory, they couldn't resist the King of Terror.

In addition, the King of Terror came for him, with a clear purpose. The Demon Monarch's method might work when encountering him without a conflict of interest, but it was hard to say now.

While he was brainstorming, the King of Terror left the full-length mirror, ran his fingers over the clothes hanging on the rack, and said casually:

"Buying clothes?"

Ah? Zhang Yuanqing was stunned for a moment, "Yes, yes..."

"This piece of clothing is good, it suits your temperament." The King of Terror took off a casual suit, threw it over, and said, "Where is the key to Takamagahara?"

Zhang Yuanqing dared not catch it, but dared not not catch it: "It's on my Yin corpse."

The King of Terror glanced at him, "That's the truth. Have you been to Takamagahara?"

Zhang Yuanqing nodded nervously.

"What's inside?" the King of Terror asked.

Just now I said the key wasn't on me, and he said it was the truth. Does the King of Terror have lie-detecting ability? He's asking me about the situation inside Takamagahara to save himself a trip? He's planning really well, but for me, it's an opportunity to delay time... Zhang Yuanqing's brain worked to the limit, maintaining a respectful posture on the surface, and described the situation in Takamagahara in detail.

"A bronze sacred tree?" The King of Terror muttered to himself, frowning.

"That seems to be an item related to musicians and scholars," Zhang Yuanqing said boldly.

If Terror didn't have a lie-detecting ability (item), he would pretend to say: Even Xu Fu didn't understand its mysteries, it seems to be a worthless thing.

Terror ignored him.

Zhang Yuanqing thought for a while and asked, "King, do you know Nuwa? Xu Fu mentioned in his notes that the treasures in Takamagahara were left by Nuwa."

On the one hand, it was driven by curiosity, and on the other hand, it was to delay time.

From the current point of view, the King of Terror intends to get information about Takamagahara from him, so he hasn't killed him yet.

The King of Terror still ignored him, as if he disdained talking to Yuanshi Tianzun.

Zhang Yuanqing thought for a while and said:

"Of course, it's your freedom to answer me or not."

Only then did the King of Terror look at him squarely and smiled:

"Yuanshi Tianzun, you know me very well. I like the way you talk."

After a pause, he said:

"In myths and legends, Nuwa is the goddess Nuwa. It is an ancient cultivator's name for a strong person from ancient times. Her level is currently unknown."

Nuwa is an ancient cultivator? Damn, then is Pangu also one? Zhang Yuanqing knew that myths and legends were another kind of history of ancient cultivators, but mythological figures were complicated and chaotic, and there were too many fictional characters, making it difficult to judge which ones were real and which ones were fabricated by later generations.

Now, a real person has been confirmed: Nuwa!

Zhang Yuanqing said, "Do you, do you need the key to Takamagahara? I am willing to dedicate it to the King of Terror. Like the King, I also yearn for freedom."

"No, you don't yearn for it!" The King of Terror stared at him and sneered:

"You are already free, so what is there to yearn for? I don't see any yearning for freedom in your eyes. Most people in the world are not free, but most people think they are free, so they don't yearn for freedom, and neither do you."

"People who truly yearn for freedom will know they have found a kindred spirit just by making eye contact. The last person who gave me this feeling was the Demon Monarch."

"It's a pity that, in order to pursue freedom, he has returned to the Lingjing. Although he died as he wished, I have lost a kindred spirit."

Zhang Yuanqing's heart sank, which meant that ingratiating himself with the King of Terror would at most gain some appreciation and favor, but it was impossible for him to give up his bottom line.

So, the Demon Monarch didn't fool the King of Terror with his glib tongue, but with his temperament?

Indeed, if a word could win the King of Terror's favor and turn him into a "fangirl," that would be underestimating this demigod too much...

Zhang Yuanqing's thoughts churned, and he asked strangely, "Then why didn't you help him kill the Evil Eye Judge? With your strength, it shouldn't be difficult."

The King of Terror casually took off a piece of clothing, held it against his chest, looked at himself in the full-length mirror, and said indifferently:

"What controls the Demon Monarch is the Fallen Holy Grail. Whether the Evil Eye Judge lives or dies doesn't change the reality. The Fallen Holy Grail is a very special rule-based item. Even I can't do anything about it."

"It was because I realized this that I gave up the idea of killing the Evil Eye."

Why hasn't Fu Qingyang come yet? No, why haven't the alliance leaders come yet? Come and save me... Zhang Yuanqing felt that he was about to give out. He had no more topics.

Just as he was racking his brains to find a topic, the King of Terror took out a black flag painted with blood-colored runes.

It's over... Zhang Yuanqing's face turned pale, and adrenaline soared.

"There's not much time left." The King of Terror said coldly:

"Yuanshi Tianzun, I'm going to curse you. If you don't rescue the Demon Eye King within a month, I curse you to die a horrible death."

The black flag suddenly unfurled, and a streak of dark light entered Zhang Yuanqing's body.

Then, the King of Terror took out a knight's longsword and threw it over: "Catch."

Zhang Yuanqing was forced to take the longsword.

The King of Terror said:

"Hold the sword, take an oath, and never, in any way, tell anyone about the rescue of the Demon Eye and the curse you have suffered. Never remove the curse."

"I'll only give you ten seconds. If you don't finish speaking within ten seconds, you die."

Zhang Yuanqing's scalp tingled instantly. He held the sword and said in a deep voice, "I, Yuanshi Tianzun, swear that I will never, in any way, tell anyone about the idea of rescuing the Demon Eye or the curse I have suffered. I will never remove the curse." The King of Terror nodded in satisfaction:

"Remember, as long as you tell anyone, as long as you try to remove the curse, the power of the oath will kill you before you can remove the curse."

After saying that, he took out his phone: "Come, let's add each other as friends. If you have any questions when rescuing the Demon Eye, just ask me. Happy cooperation."

Happy cooperation, you motherfucker!! Zhang Yuanqing's face twisted, but he obediently took out his phone and added the King of Terror as a friend.

The King of Terror changed the note to "Yuanshi Tianzun," put his phone back in his pocket, and said again:

"You can keep the key to Takamagahara for now. I don't want to go abroad for the time being. Japan is too far away. I still need to investigate the information about the bronze sacred tree."

In other words, there was nothing he wanted in Takamagahara for the time being, so he was too lazy to go.

The King of Terror glanced at the clothing store door and said, "Farewell."

After saying that, he walked past Zhang Yuanqing and headed straight for the store door. "Oh, right." He stopped at the door.

Zhang Yuanqing tensed his muscles: "Does the King have any more instructions?"

The King of Terror pointed to the cash register and said, "Remember to pay for me."

Zhang Yuanqing: "......?"

He strode away, his figure disappearing from Zhang Yuanqing's sight.

I, I survived... Zhang Yuanqing leaned weakly against the wall, his chest rising and falling, panting heavily.

Even though there was no battle, he seemed to have overdrawn his energy.

A wave of joy and fear after surviving a disaster surged into his heart.

The King of Terror didn't kill me, is he trying to use me to save the Demon Eye? Although the zoo is a rule-based item, with his strength, breaking into the zoo shouldn't be difficult...

Alas, in the eyes of this demigod, the so-called peerless genius Yuanshi Tianzun is actually just a child, not a threat at all. Otherwise, he would have strangled me in the cradle long ago... The gap is still too big.

Alas, now I have to save the Demon Eye. I have a month... I have to think carefully about how to rescue the Demon Eye. Hiss, once things are exposed, there will be no place for me in the official world. This move by Terror is really killing two birds with one stone.

As expected, being able to lead the Soldiers' Sect, no matter how strange, is not being stupid.

While his thoughts were racing, he saw Fu Qingyang, dressed in white, walking in from outside the store.

At this moment, Zhang Yuanqing almost threw himself into Young Master Qian's arms, punching him in the chest with his small fist and saying: You bastard, why did you take so long!

Fu Qingyang breathed a sigh of relief and then frowned:

"Did Terror do anything to you?"

It was certainly a good thing that Yuanshi was standing here in one piece, but it was unreasonable.

Zhang Yuanqing shook his head:

"I told him that the key to Takamagahara was not on me. He seemed to have a lie-detecting item and believed me. I promised him that I would hand over the key to Takamagahara, and he let me go."

"He also said that after rescuing the Demon Eye, he would let me work under the Demon Eye."

Fu Qingyang's face darkened: "I think he's courting death."

He took a deep look at Zhang Yuanqing, didn't ask any more questions, and then said:

"The mall was shrouded in thick fog. It took the Palace Master a while to blow away the fog. Now she's chasing and killing the Demon Eye."

No wonder the King of Terror said there wasn't much time left. Zhang Yuanqing suddenly understood.

"Didn't the Marshal come? She didn't make a move?" Zhang Yuanqing was a little angry.

He was at least a member of the White Tiger Army. As the Marshal, she didn't care about his life or death at all.

"The Marshal is ambushing in the zoo to prevent the King of Terror from luring the tiger away from the mountain," Fu Qingyang said. "You notified us in time. When I received Guan Ya's call, Elder Gou had already relayed the situation to the Palace Master. Otherwise, we would have had to wait a while longer."

Zhang Yuanqing was stunned: "I didn't notify Elder Gou."