I'm really not the Saviour! (我唔係救主囖!) [danmei/BL xuanhuan]

54 - What the hell is going on?

A/N: I was really hoping I would have this story done by the end of the year, but... stomach ulcers put paid to that. It's hard to eat or sleep comfortably at the moment, so concentrating on writing is pretty difficult.

Still, we are definitely on the home stretch. We have about two or three chapters left, plus the epilogue. Thanks for your patience.

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Master Laan frowned. "A god?"

Something had changed in the air. The humans present were bewildered, but the expressions of the divine beings were difficult to determine. On anyone else, one might say it was anxiety.

Wong Tang's face had turned pale. Her pipe had gone out, but she didn't seem to notice.

The only one who looked more disturbed was Shikladak. He went to stand abruptly. "Bullshit. I'm not staying here any longer to-"

Gong Lau Yan was behind him in a second, pressing his shoulders down, so that he could no longer rise. He thrashed in her grip. "Let go of me!"

"You're panicking," she retorted.

"Of course I am! You should be too!"

"We still don't know what this is about yet."

"We might not, but someone certainly does!" He turned his eyes on Wong Tang. "Look! Is that the face the Great Goddess Leoi Wo should have?"

"I am not the great goddess here," Wong Tang replied stiffly, finally realising that her pipe had extinguished. She placed the slender object back into her sleeve. "This is not my realm."

"Grandmaster, what's going on?" Cheng Baak-hap asked.

But once more, Wong Tang shook her head. "Let's hear what the demons have to say first."

Gaam Yuk Ying and Chan Bik had remained standing behind Wong Tang and Cheng Baak-hap.

"Where's Yuen Muk?" Gaam Yuk Ying murmured.

"He's still at Mount Faa," Chan Bik replied quietly. "With Dzik Yi-sang gone, and so many injured from Mou Dang and-"

Wong Tang cast a disapproving glance at them, and Chan Bik immediately fell silent.

The blue-frilled demon, Píng, began to speak, but its words were a garbled mash of Xiang and other sounds that must have been its native language. Cheng Baak-hap caught the occasional word but couldn't fully interpret the meaning.

"One day... land... dry. Water... dry. Plants... animals... We... save us, however... god... We... We... We..."

Silence greeted its words.

"Is it essentially saying that a god was responsible for this?"

"Perhaps," Cheng Baak-hap said helplessly, as every head turned towards her. "I really couldn't recognise all the words."

The black smoke demon, Huan, made a hollow sound, which one could only assume was due to frustration. At this juncture, Huo Tu stood up.

"Go. Show you."

"Show us what?" Näkṣātär asked coldly.

"God." And Huo Tu grinned, showing all of his sharp teeth.

"I'm leaving," Shikladak said. At Wong Tang's nod, Gong Lau Yan let go of him. She had barely released his grip when whoosh – he had transformed into a phoenix and flashed away in the direction of the portal. Like flames, the members of his delegation all followed suit. Huo Tu's grin widened.