What exactly is demonic energy?

In fact, Liu Heng himself didn't know.

Why do those youkai have a cyan mist with different sizes of coverage, and why is the mist cyan?

He had no way of knowing.

Why can I see this cyan mist clearly, and the facts have repeatedly proved that this cyan mist does mark the identity of the other party's monster, but it seems that everyone I have ever met is blind to it and ignorant of it, even if it is a great immortal with good cultivation and great mana?

Even, after years of careful inquiry, there doesn't seem to be any similar rumors in this world? Does this mean that throughout the ages, only one person has this ability to see cyan mist?

Nothing can be known or inferred.

Liu Heng himself gave this cyan mist a name, and it was called demon qi.

And why he has such a unique ability since he can remember, has always been an unknown mystery buried in Liu Heng's deepest heart for many years.

Sometimes he even wonders if he still has a hidden eye.

It must have been when he was six or seven years old, he was wandering the streets, often not having a bite to eat for a day or two, and every day he was so hungry that his eyes were full of gold stars, and one day, when he found a man who walked very strangely with a blue mist on his head, he couldn't help it, so he went over and said to him: Can you give me a steamed bun? If you give me a steamed bun, I won't tell anyone your secret.

He saw an inexplicable look of horror in the man's eyes.

In retrospect, the cyan mist above the man's head was really very light, as if he was wearing a cyan gauze hat, and it was too far from the cyan mist that had formed around the powerful youkai he had seen in Ohno Castle, in Ohnozawa, and in Daiyan Mountain.

But the man was so frightened that he ran away.

He didn't even think about why a child would know his secrets.

Liu Heng was very disappointed, but after a while, the man actually ran back, holding a pack of steamed buns in a paper bag, handed it to Liu Heng, and pleaded with a face, saying: I will leave immediately, I dare not come to the human world again, please let the little fairy let me go!

Liu Heng accepted the steamed bun, and the man ran away.

At that time, although he had already experienced ups and downs, a child at that age was really not enough to figure out the full meaning of the other party's words. For example, he doesn't know what the "human world" is.

When he ate steamed buns, he was very happy, but when he ate two steamed buns in a row, and his stomach began to hurt, Liu Heng suddenly thought: Why was that person scared just now? He was afraid, why didn't he beat himself up like other people?

At first, he thought that this might be a trick for him to beg for food in the future, but soon, Liu Heng, who was only six or seven years old at the time, suddenly thought: This is not right.

It's a secret, and he might be able to help himself a few times, but when the secret can scare an adult so much into being a child of himself, it means that the secret is very powerful.

And once this secret is known to more people, as long as the other party wants to beat him once, he will not only not be able to get food, but will also be beaten violently.

At that time, he had already begun to understand: the more scary things are, the more carefully they must be hidden.

It's just that in his own heart, he is still inevitably curious.

So, the little boy of six or seven years old, eating steamed buns until his stomach hurt, but he didn't care about anything, just ran to the river, stared at his eyes repeatedly against the clear water, and then he began to rub his eyebrows, as if trying to rub the skin there and expose his third eye.

But there is no doubt that he failed.

His skin was red and swollen, and he still didn't see his third eye after several days of pain—and as he grew older, he realized that what a person's eyes can see and how many things they can see is not determined by the number of eyes.

............

It was a river valley in the shade of green hills.

Deep in the mountains, the river flows calmly, only about a dozen zhang wide, and flows through a large area of houses and walled cities.

Standing halfway up the mountain, looking down, you can already see the activities of the people in the walled city.

There were men and women, old and infirm, women and children.

It didn't look like a robber's den and more like some hidden paradise deep in the mountains. Or it can be called a paradise on earth.

It's just that in Liu Heng's eyes, there is a misty cyan mist floating back and forth above the head of the cottage of at least one hundred and ten households.

On the way down the mountain, the carriage and horses were moving at a high speed.

Everyone had just turned the mountain col not long ago, but they had soon arrived at the door of the Golden Tiger Village.

The people in the dart team were already nervous at this time, not only stopped talking and laughing, but even began to subconsciously gather in groups of three or five on both sides of the team.

When everyone saw the walled city under the mountain on the mountain, in fact, the people in the walled city under the mountain had also noticed the dart team.

When the carriage and horses got out of the car and forced to the front of the village, the gate of the Golden Tiger Village happened to be opened - the gate and the wall were not tall. The small city tower above the gate of the village is only two feet from the ground, and it can only accommodate two or three people to watch the sentry above.

About 100 steps away from Jinhu Village, Hu Chunfeng, who was at the forefront, suddenly raised his right hand and said loudly: "Stop!"

The convoy came to a slow halt.

Over there, the gate of the walled city had been opened, and many people, holding all kinds of weapons in their hands, walked out of the walled city in silence but in an orderly manner. The one who led the way, dressed in a dark blue coat, was of medium height, and from a distance, he could have been about thirty or forty years old—he did not hold any weapon in his hand.

This seems like a good sign.

Hu Chunfeng suddenly got off the horse, handed the reins to Jiang Xing, the deputy general dart head who dismounted at the same time, and then walked over slowly, and said loudly at the same time: "Brother Dong, I haven't seen you for half a year, but your demeanor is still the same!"

Several young people around Liu Heng widened their eyes at that time.

"It turns out that person is Dong Xi!" they whispered.

From a distance, this person is really not amazing.

There were about 30 people in the opposite walled city, and at this moment, they were all lined up on both sides and stood behind Dong Zheng. But there was also a sturdy man who walked out of the gate and stood beside him tightly.

Hu Chunfeng walked forward alone, and there were all the people in Jinhu Village, but no one came up.

After a while, Dong Xi suddenly said: "Brother Hu, for the sake of you and I have been dating for many years, leave that carriage behind, you bring your people and goods over, and from now on, my Golden Tiger Village will no longer accept half a knife coin from your Shunyuan Dart Bureau, you can pass safely from me at any time, how about it?"

As soon as these words came out, Hu Chunfeng's footsteps immediately paused halfway.

On the side of the Shunyuan Dart Bureau, many people subconsciously reached out and touched their weapons.

However, at this time, whether it was Dong Xian or Hu Chunfeng, they were no longer in Liu Heng's attention. His gaze was just staring straight at the person standing behind Dong Xi.

With years of experience, he can be extremely sure at this time-

This person is a demon, not a human.