Chapter 1173: Demon
In front of the bonfire, the warlock wore an enormous hat. Illuminated by the flames, Ye Zichen could vaguely make out a pair of bewitching eyes.
When he spoke just now, he sounded like a clown. His voice was extremely thin and high-pitched.
Ye Zichen, who was preoccupied with his own thoughts, trembled in fright at the warlock's words. He looked in the direction of the warlock in astonishment. When he noticed the warlock's gaze, he pointed at himself and took a few steps back.
"Are you talking to me?"
"That's right, kid ….. I'm talking to you."
This familiar tone made Ye Zichen involuntarily think of the planes in the Alliance. The way this warlock spoke, his tone, and his tone were exactly the same.
Of course, that wasn't the main point. What he cared about was this old warlock …..
Was he really real?
The images he'd seen of the God Emperor and Five Elements Great Emperor were all images that had been preserved here. Even that warlock was an illusory existence. Now, for some inexplicable reason, he'd become a real person. This was rather inconceivable.
"Are you really talking to me?"
Ye Zichen instinctively arched his brows, his lips quivering. He crossed his arms and paced around the bonfire, studying the warlock.
Ye Zichen reached out and saw that the flames were indeed radiating heat.
But this warlock …..
Was a bit strange.
While the warlock wasn't paying attention, Ye Zichen took off the warlock's hat, revealing his face.
A little person.
Under the hat was a little man with two small horns on his head. He looked a little deformed.
Its head was large, its neck was thin, and its limbs were thin as well. However, its belly was round. Its skin was light blue, and it had no hair. Its eyes took up almost a quarter of its face.
"My god!"
Ye Zichen was clearly frightened by this strange thing. He took a sudden step back and blinked repeatedly at the little person …..
"Hey, bro, are you an alien?"
In a big forest, there were all kinds of birds.
Over the years, Ye Zichen had experienced a series of things ordinary people couldn't. But to tell the truth, this was his first time seeing an alien.
Little did he know, the alien who'd taken off its hat hung its head and trembled uncontrollably.
After a long while, it looked up and revealed a hideous expression.
"Do you know what you've done?!"
The warlock in front of the bonfire was clearly furious. He glared at Ye Zichen with his ridiculously large eyes filled with rage.
"You dared to take off my hat, and the great Pilar was indignant at your folly. Kid, before the great Pilar gets angry, apologize to the great Pilar! "
When he saw how angry the warlock was, Ye Zichen felt a bit embarrassed. He put his hand to his forehead apologetically.
"I'm sorry, I'm just curious. I didn't do it on purpose. But you say you are Pilar. Is that your name? "
"Foolish!"
The warlock put her hands on her hips, pointed a slender finger at Ye Zichen and snorted.
"Pilar is the name of the demons in my kingdom. I am the great Pilar. You can call me King, or you can call me Mr. Devil. You are very lucky to be able to enter the Time Corridor when it opened. The great Pilar can grant you a wish. Of course, you have to pay a corresponding price. "
Devil?
This deformed monster?
It had to be said, when the warlock explained that Pilar meant demon, Ye Zichen actually somewhat believed him.
As far as he knew, perhaps only demons could grow up to be like this.
"Alright, Mr. Devil. Please forgive my rashness just now. Now, can I tell you my wish? "
If everything was as Pilar said, and he really could grant his wish, then Ye Zichen would definitely say …..
That wish he'd held fast to for a hundred years.
"Of course, no problem, lucky fellow."
Hearing Ye Zichen call him Mr. Devil put the warlock in a good mood. He crossed his arms and smiled in a relaxed manner.
Ye Zichen's heart thumped wildly. Was everything really going to end here?
Was the wish he'd worked so hard for a hundred years really going to come true in the Time Corridor?
There was a long, drawn-out silence. Ye Zichen's nervous breathing was clearly audible within the spacious Time Corridor. The warlock didn't rush him. Instead, he calmly waited for the lucky fellow to say his wish.
"Mr. Devil, if you really can grant my wish, I'm willing to pay any price."
"In that case, please tell me your wish," said the warlock in a strange tone.
"Alright."
Ye Zichen took a deep breath, then gulped. Memories of the countless times he'd dreamed of this dream flashed through his mind.
"I want to turn back time. I want to go back to when I was nineteen."
At first, the warlock thought this would be a difficult wish, but this was the Time Corridor. For him, reversing time was the simplest.
Whether he wanted to go back to the past or enter the future, it was as easy as flipping his hand.
"Of course, no problem. In that case, please pay the price," said the warlock confidently.
The warlock replied confidently. When Ye Zichen heard his confident reply, his heart raced even more violently.
He thought back to the price the God Emperor and Five Elements Great Emperor had paid: a heart and an arm.
What price should he pay?
"Mr. Devil, I don't know much about your market. How about this? What do you think I should pay? Just tell me, and I'll give you everything without hesitation. "
"Well, let me think about it."
In all his years, this was the first time he'd encountered such a simple wish. All he had to do was tamper with the flow of time. He couldn't be too embarrassed to ask for too much.
Besides, this kid kept calling him "Mr. Devil." He didn't have the heart to ask for too much.
"How about this?" After a long pause, the warlock pressed a finger to his forehead and frowned. "I want three strands of your hair. Just pull them off and toss them into the flames."
Ye Zichen froze.
He just wanted three strands of his hair?
When he'd seen the price the God Emperor and Five Elements Great Emperor had paid, he'd thought he'd lose an arm or a leg. He never would've guessed he'd only ask for three strands of hair.
He naturally couldn't pass up on such a good opportunity. He plucked three strands of hair and tossed them into the flames.
As soon as the strands touched the flames, they blazed even brighter.
"It's a fair trade."
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