Worse Than Flying Cockroach

Heavy and tense silence reigned in the air following Chen Ru's question. Even 46 appeared stunned, clearly not expecting such a revelation. 

Song Zhuyu stared at the ground, lost in contemplation. Chen Ru's question sounded extremely familiar to his own ears, and after digging through his memory, he remembered he had once asked himself the same question after resonating with the demon and catching a glimpse of the creature's memories. 

What happened to the demon after its last battle with the angel? How had it managed to remain here until now? And most importantly, what did Song Zhuyu have to do with all this? Those questions still lingered in the recesses of his mind, unresolved, and now there was the addition of the villagers as well. 

He squeezed his eyes shut, feeling the pressure build in his temples as if the veins on his forehead were about to burst. Okay, this was not a good time to use his brain for deep analysis, he surmised.