Super God Grandmaster
Chapter 903 - 903 889 Alive

Chapter 903: Chapter 889: Alive Chapter 903: Chapter 889: Alive The Red Demonic Spirit caught a coachman and began to use both soft and hard tactics.

“Don’t force me now, or I’ll just drain you dry, and you can’t blame me for it,” the Red Demonic Spirit said inside the horse car, with a rope tied around the coachman’s neck, leading him like a dog, eyes occasionally checking if he was up to something sneaky. Ye Chen was right; although the Red Demonic Spirit could drive a horse car, he would scare the people on the road witless—passersby would think they had seen a ghost.

So he had no choice but to catch a coachman.

The coachman was indeed afraid that he would be drained dry. In front of him, the Red Demonic Spirit drained a cow, scaring him half to death as the cow instantly became shriveled.

“Don’t worry, as long as you safely get us there, I won’t drain you, and I’ll even give you silver, I will not go back on my word,” the Red Demonic Spirit said.

The coachman dared not speak. Even without the promise of silver, he had to do the job; if he pushed the Red Demonic Spirit to the brink, he would end up like that cow, and he sure didn’t want to tempt fate, shaking continuously.

“I’ve said, as long as you get us there safely, I won’t drain you. What are you afraid of?”

Who wouldn’t be afraid? Nobody knew what that thing was; it floated around like a wraith, swift and ghostly.

“Don’t think about playing tricks now. That cow’s fate will be yours,” the Red Demonic Spirit warned when there were many people around, possession the coachman to control him; when there were fewer people, he would emerge, letting the coachman continue on his way.

“Stop shivering. I’m a person with a conscience; I don’t go around killing people for no reason, unless you really push me too far—then you can’t blame me,” the Red Demonic Spirit said while eating as dusk slowly fell.

The Red Demonic Spirit seemed to be talking to himself, which the coachman dared not interrupt—whatever the spirit decided would go. He also knew he couldn’t outrun the ghostly being.

The Red Demonic Spirit said, “There’s quite a bit of silver here, enough for you to go back and marry a plump wife.”

The coachman had no such luxury thoughts of marrying a plump wife; not being drained dry would already be a blessing from his ancestors.

“Don’t be scared, I’m not a ghost, at most I’m a demon,” the Red Demonic Spirit chewed on a sweet potato, pointing ahead, and said, “Is there a small town up ahead?”

“Yes, there’s an Inn,” the coachman replied.

“Don’t even think about running away. If anything happens, you’re responsible. Be a good boy and listen to me, and there will be benefits for you,” the Red Demonic Spirit, as usual, intimidated while dangled rewards.

“I know, rest assured, I definitely won’t run.”

“If the words of you people were trustworthy, even sows could climb trees,” the Red Demonic Spirit said.

Ye Chen, who was lying there as if dead, gave a cough; he had slept the entire day, had a bit of porridge in the morning, and slept until now. As he opened his eyes, darkness had fallen, and he could hear the Red Demonic Spirit chattering away, seemingly talking to someone or perhaps just to himself.

In a groggy state, Ye Chen threw out a sentence: “Red Demonic Spirit, are you schizophrenic, your chatter sounds like firecrackers going off.”

“Oh, you’re finally awake. I thought you might sleep until tomorrow,” the Red Demonic Spirit replied.

Feeling tired, Ye Chen said, “Do me a favor and help me sit up, please.”

The Red Demonic Spirit helped Ye Chen sit up, who felt the horse car still running, and queried, “You didn’t let the horse run on its own, did you?”

“No, I caught a coachman. You were right; having a coachman really makes things easier, and we don’t have to worry about meeting people on the road.”

Ye Chen coughed, amazed, “The coachman isn’t afraid of you and actually drives the horse car for you?”

“I’ve tied him up! If he dares to run and I catch him, he will be drained dry immediately, so he doesn’t dare to run,” the Red Demonic Spirit explained.

Ye Chen pulled back the curtain, and indeed there was a coachman driving, with a rope around his neck, extending all the way to the hand of the Red Demonic Spirit, under the pitch-black sky.

“I woke up because I was hungry; I just want some booze and meat.”

“Don’t worry, just around that corner is the small town, then you can have your booze and meat,” the Red Demonic Spirit assured.

Ye Chen gave a faint smile, still somewhat in disbelief.

He hadn’t expected to wake to darkness, and now it was somewhat cold. The Red Demonic Spirit pulled over the blanket, covering him, and Ye Chen felt as if his body wasn’t his own.

“Feels good, doesn’t it?” the Red Demonic Spirit asked.

“I feel like I’m an eighty-year-old man.”

“Too bad I’m not a woman.”

“You’re just realizing that? At this moment, there should be a woman by my side.”

Suddenly the horse car jolted, nearly causing Ye Chen to tumble down.

The Red Demonic Spirit swiftly called out, “Hey, slow down!”

The coachman immediately slowed down a bit.

“You’re getting paler,” the Red Demonic Spirit observed.

“I feel like I can barely keep my eyes open,” Ye Chen said.

“Don’t worry, we’re definitely going to make it there. I won’t let the mother monkey become a young widow,” the Red Demonic Spirit promised.

“I’m not married yet, so how could I become a widow?” Ye Chen said with a cold laugh.

“It’s getting a bit cold, tonight, we don’t have to sleep in the wilderness.”

“Really? That would be great, I’ve been craving some dog meat hotpot.”

“Yeah, me too.”

“If we could have a good meal, dying would be worth it.”

“What nonsense are you spouting? If you die, all the pretty girls will belong to someone else, what a waste.” The Red Demonic Spirit handed him the water bag.

“When you’re dead, who cares to whom the pretty girls belong?” Ye Chen took a long breath and asked, “Is there any news from the realm of immortals and demons?”

“Even if there is news, it’s none of your business. Just look after yourself. You’re nearly dead and still thinking about the realm of immortals and demons.”

Suddenly, a light flashed over, coming from the small town ahead. The Red Demonic Spirit immediately said, “I see it, sit tight on the horse car, I can’t let the carriage driver escape.”

“Heh, if he wants to leave, let him leave.”

“If he leaves, who will drive the horse car? Can you do it?” With a swoosh, the Red Demonic Spirit possessed the carriage driver’s body. The carriage driver wasn’t skilled in martial arts and was, of course, easy to control.

The horse car rocked and swayed into the small town. The cries of Grilled Sesame Seed Cake sellers came over, and the Red Demonic Spirit was already outside saying, “Tonight, we’re going to have ourselves a great hotpot meal.”

They found an inn, and two young lads came over to help, supporting Ye Chen into a room. The Red Demonic Spirit then began to order them to prepare hotpot and so on.

The lads quickly went out.

The Red Demonic Spirit came out from the carriage driver’s body, who was dazed, not knowing how he ended up in the room, completely without any memory. Seeing Ye Chen and that fluttering thing.

The Red Demonic Spirit glanced at him, pointed to the silver in the corner of the table, and said, “This is your pay for today.”

Watching that fluttering thing that could pounce at any moment, the carriage driver’s legs trembled.

“You’re not thinking of running away, are you? I remember your scent, I can find you within ten miles,” threatened the Red Demonic Spirit of course.

But Ye Chen said, “He’s just trying to scare you. Don’t take it to heart. This is your pay for today. If you’re scared, take the money and leave. He won’t go after you, as long as you keep your mouth shut outside. If you don’t mind, you can continue to be the carriage driver tomorrow, and the pay will be the same.”

Seeing Ye Chen acting more normal, the carriage driver wasn’t as panicked. He hurriedly took the silver, nodded at Ye Chen, and left.

Soon, only Ye Chen and the Red Demonic Spirit were left. The Red Demonic Spirit lay on the bed and said, “Why would you tell him that? He will definitely run away. Where will I find you another carriage driver tomorrow?”

“Stop fluttering around. Food will be delivered soon, and you’re going to scare someone to death.” Ye Chen wrapped himself in a small blanket, afraid of the breeze, particularly feeling cold and shivering.

The Red Demonic Spirit let down the mosquito net on one side, which could provide some cover.

Ye Chen asked again, “Do you really have no news of the realm of immortals and demons?” He couldn’t possibly be uninterested in the news from Demon Palace City.

The Red Demonic Spirit threw out, “Guo Mingyu is dead, and the Demon Palace has been breached.”

Ye Chen was shocked and exclaimed, “What?”

“It’s said that Su Zhanze, under the threat of Longhun, aided Longhun by bringing a box to the Yin-Yang Tower, interfering with the tower’s energy release, giving the Sea Demon a chance to break the Yin-Yang Four Symbols Array.”

The Red Demonic Spirit continued, “But when Demon Palace City was breached, Guo Mingyu charged at the Sea Demon with the Spiritual Stone, using the last burst of energy from the Yin-Yang Tower, triggering the threshold of the Spiritual Stone and perishing together with the Sea Demon.”

Ye Chen was speechless for a long time and didn’t speak.

“But you shouldn’t worry. Although Demon Palace City has fallen, most have already escaped. Where exactly they are now, I don’t know. Guo Mingyu has left a slim chance of hope for the realm of immortals and demons though.” What the Red Demonic Spirit meant was, after the Sea Demon was gone, the realm was not in too bad a state.

“Do you know where the people from the realm of immortals and demons are now?”

“Hehe, how could I possibly know? I’ve been following you around, driving a horse car all day. The fact that I know so much is quite impressive already,” said the Red Demonic Spirit.

It wasn’t long before some people brought in the hotpot. In a little while, everything was prepared perfectly.

Until the door of the room was closed.

“They probably think you’re dead,” said the Red Demonic Spirit, slipping out of the bedclothes.

He went to the window to check if the carriage driver had run off or if he was up to something bad.

Ye Chen pushed away the blanket, grabbing a bottle of wine. It seemed only strong liquor could make him feel alive, reassure him that his body was still his own.

“It’s starting to rain,” said the Red Demonic Spirit, half-closing the window.

The death of Guo Mingyu sent Ye Chen into deep speculation, “How could this have happened?”

“Hehe, it is said they were on the verge of destroying the Sea Demon, but who knew Su Zhanze would suddenly go mad, rushing to the Yin-Yang Tower. At that time, no one expected him to be aiding the Dragon Slaying Clan,” the Red Demonic Spirit appeared beside him, adding, “Just take a sip to settle, really don’t drink too much. You need to recuperate well later. Whether you can hold on for a few more days is crucial.”