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It has been more than a month since the Demon Lord left the Ten Thousand Demons Sect to travel, and during this month, except for the breeding farm which was relatively lively, other places were too low-key.

Therefore, when the Demon Lord got off the carriage, he looked at the group of his subordinates who came to greet him, and glanced around arrogantly, welcoming the submission of the masses.

He looked like a lion looking at his territory majestically. Then, he pulled Yan Wenmo, whose hands were bound, and staggered out of the carriage.

After not seeing each other for a month, Yan Wenmo had become a little thinner, but because of the system's deliberate concealment, in the eyes of everyone, she still had an extremely plain face.

She lowered her brows calmly, not looking at the inquiring, curious or gloating eyes around her, as if she were an invisible person.

As if it was a blessing, the Demon Lord waved his hand, and the rope that bound Yan Wenmo's wrist broke instantly. Even so, her expression remained calm.

The Demon Lord waved his hand casually, and guards appeared and took Yan Wenmo away. Seeing this, Xie Xiaofeng subconsciously wanted to take action, but Zhao Wenlong at the side grabbed his hand. He held it very tightly, as if he was afraid that Xie Xiaofeng would do something bad out of impulse.

Xie Xiaofeng looked at him in confusion, but saw that his eyes were red. He shook his head at Xie Xiaofeng, who was worried, indicating that now was not the time to take action.

Xie Xiaofeng wanted to say something, but saw the extremely subtle rejection in Yan Wenmo's eyes. Her expression was serious, as if to say, believe me.

There was no way out, Xie Xiaofeng could only stand there unwillingly, gnashing her teeth silently. Seeing her like this, Zhao Wenlong looked at her with a distressed expression, patted her hand soothingly, and told her that he was still there.

In full view of everyone, Yan Wenmo was taken away by two guards who suddenly appeared. The two guards held her acupoints tightly, as if they were afraid that she would run away.

In fact, they didn't need to do so, because Yan Wenmo had no way and no strength to escape from them.

The two men took Yan Wenmo and took her around in circles until they came to a cellar. From a distance, Yan Wenmo could smell the stench of a dead body and decay.

Her heart, hanging in the air, finally died. When Yan Wenmo smelled the scent, she seemed to know what she would face next, so much so that her eyes shrank subconsciously.

He is worthy of being the Demon Lord. How should I put it? He really has plenty of strength and means to torture you to death.

In the land of the Ten Thousand Demon Sect, the cultivation methods of each demon cultivator are so diverse that it is dazzling.

For example, the Demon Lord specializes in refining other people's blood and qi, Ling Yang has trained his Soul-Devouring Spear to devour people's souls, Chu Yanhong studies how to inject demonic energy into other people's bodies, and some people are studying how to kill other people with poisonous insects.

The Wanmo Sect emphasizes the balance of yin and yang. If there is a saint girl, there is naturally a saint son. The saint son is called Gu Mingju, and he is good at driving poisonous insects.

The novel did not spend too much time describing this character, but it did seem to mention that the Demon Lord often used the insect nest where this guy raised poisonous insects to punish those who dared to betray him. Therefore, when Yan Wenmo smelled this scent, he felt that he seemed to be able to be free.

Anyway, now that I have spent all the points that I have worked so hard to save, there is no difference between starting over and continuing to live.

She had been compromising before, just because she didn't want the points she had worked so hard to accumulate to be reset to zero. Now that they have been reset to zero, it really doesn't matter whether she lives or dies.

But being eaten to death by poisonous insects is indeed a cruel, disgusting and creepy way to die, so much so that before he was thrown into the insect cave, Yan Wenmo was already covered in goose bumps at the fright of his own imagination.

Yan Wenmo found it unbearable when he thought of the insects swarming over his body and biting his flesh, and even moved subconsciously.

Then, because of her resistance, the two guards locked her acupoints even tighter.

It's true. There's no way to escape. I don't know if there's any anthelmintic in the system space. If there is, I only need to stay in there for more than ten days. If not, I will be eaten to death by thousands of insects.

In the sea of ​​consciousness, the system sensed Yan Wenmo's uneasiness and couldn't help but comfort him:

[Host, don't worry, it's just a bug, it can't get close to you]

Hearing this, Yan Wenmo secretly felt relieved, but still felt a little uncomfortable and nauseous.

The worm cave is far away from the Ten Thousand Demons Sect. It takes about an hour to walk there. It seems that people from the Ten Thousand Demons Sect come here every day, so the old man who sees the worm cave is no longer surprised.

He was wearing navy blue clothes, lying lazily on a soft couch, drinking tea and reading a book in his hand.

Perhaps he heard footsteps, he raised his eyes slightly, glanced at Yan Wenmo, and then said lightly:

"Don't scare my bugs"

Hearing this, Yan Wenmo's lips couldn't help but twitch, and then she heard the slightly flattering response from the guards escorting her.

The two men opened the lid of the worm cave, and the stench of corpses that had been fermenting for a million years rushed straight into the noses of the three men. The smell made the two guards start to vomit, and even Yan Wenmo couldn't help vomiting.

Perhaps wanting to leave here as quickly as possible, a guard quickly kicked the vomiting Yan Wenmo into the wormhole. Then, with a wave of his hand, the lid of the wormhole directly covered the entrance, and not even a trace of light could leak out.

Just as she lost her balance and fell downwards, just as she was about to touch the ground, a yellowish transparent ball suddenly appeared, wrapping Yan Wenmo's body and making her float in the air, making it impossible for her to come into contact with those poisonous insects.

With the help of the yellowish light, she could see the situation of the wormhole clearly. She couldn't help wanting to vomit again, but the system instantly blocked her vomiting function, so she could only dry heave.

The ground of the wormhole was densely packed with all kinds of insects, as well as humans who had been eaten beyond recognition.

These people were barely breathing, groaning weakly, and the sound of insects gnawing at them was even more creepy.

For a moment, Yan Wenmo felt a little regretful, regretting that she didn't even have the ability to kill them. She stared at those people in a daze, her eyes red, the corners of her mouth trembling, and finally, she closed her eyes in despair.

Now she can't do anything. If it weren't for the protective shield given by the system, she would have ended up like those people, being devoured by thousands of insects, living a life worse than death, and in unbearable pain.

Yan Wenmo stared at this scene for a long time. She gritted her teeth, endured the pain in her heart, and said angrily:

"He deserves to die"

The system did not comment on this, but instead said:

[Host, as long as you persist for three months, you will be able to recover your strength, and then...]

"They were all dead by then. What can I do with my strength?!"

Having said this, Yan Wenmo simply crossed her legs, clasped her hands together, and then passages of scriptures floated out of her mouth, echoing in this small insect cave.

As each verse came out of her mouth, the faint moans, the sound of insects gnawing at her flesh and blood, and the endless darkness and oppression all seemed to disappear.

Only the words of scripture became louder and louder in this insect den.

Yan Wenmo knew that he was weak and could not eliminate these poisonous insects, nor did he have the ability to help these people get rid of their suffering. All he could do was to spend some time reading the "Nirvana Sutra" in the hope that these people could be liberated as soon as possible, enter the cycle of reincarnation, and suffer less.

The sun rises and the moon sets, the stars move, and the days pass by in the sound of chanting day after day.

Until the lid above his head was opened, until the light seeped in, until all the people in the insect cave were eaten clean, Yan Wenmo floated in the air, reciting scriptures with a dry mouth.

Following the sunlight, a pair of hands came in, extremely warm hands. They stretched out from the cave entrance, pulled Yan Wenmo out without hesitation, and then held him in their arms, as if they had found some lost treasure.