This girl is a streetwalker in the demon world

Oh shit, it's over.

An Ling smiled awkwardly at the skeleton soldier and said, "Why don't you turn your head back? I'm a little scared."

"Ring, ring, ring..." The sound of bells could be heard faintly in the distance, but no one present paid attention to it.

The people of Qingfeng Temple were frightened for a long time. Finally, they saw that the skeleton soldier just turned his head to the back but did not move again. A deafening cheer broke out in the crowd.

An Ling looked at the skeleton soldier suspiciously, pulled back her sword, and found that the skeleton soldier still did not move. Then, she bravely walked around in front of the skeleton soldier and poked it with her sword, but there was no reaction.

"Master An! You are truly a true immortal! You are so powerful that you have defeated such a strong monster!" After the skeleton soldier stopped moving, somehow the death energy was slowly retracted into its body. The people from Qingfeng Temple were able to truly observe the appearance of the skeleton soldier and flatter An Ling from a close distance.

"Uh, that..." An Ling was a little overwhelmed by the enthusiasm of the crowd, and was slowly brainwashed into thinking that it was really her who asked the skeleton soldier to stop.

"Where is the monster! Where is the monster?!" Wu Yu hurried over after everything was settled, towing a flatbed cart behind him, which was full of all kinds of golden magical weapons.

As soon as he saw the skeleton soldiers, he raised his eyebrows, screamed, and drove away the disciples around him with a wave of his hands. He threw handfuls of fire talismans at the skeletons as if they were free. People with sharp eyes could see that one of the talismans was mixed with purple high-level talismans.

"Hey, Master Wu, what happened to you..." An Ling felt a little heartbroken. How could it just get burned?

"This thing must not be kept!" He seemed to be a little crazy. He did not answer, but just repeated words like "cannot be kept" and "must be burned" over and over again, and threw talismans mechanically.

Such a fierce spiritual fire soon burned the skeleton soldiers into ashes. However, Wu Yu was still not satisfied. He stomped hard with his feet, cursing as he stomped.

The young people were all confused and had no idea what Wu Yu was doing.

"Hoo, hoo..." Wu Yu was old, and after such an intense activity, he began to pant heavily. He glared at his disciples and shouted angrily, "What are you looking at? Hurry up and get a dustpan to sweep away this pile of unlucky things!"

……

Fortunately, the Skeleton Soldiers did not cause a major disaster in Hongliu Town, and everything was resolved peacefully.

An Ling also followed the Qingfeng Temple people back to their Taoist temple. On the way, she looked at Wu Yu and seemed to be hesitant to speak. She always felt that Wu Yu seemed to be hiding something from them. This matter did not seem as ordinary as it seemed...

"Cough, cough, cough..." Wu Yu returned to the temple and drank some water, finally recovering. He looked at An Ling's inquiring expression, sighed deeply, and said helplessly: "Little Immortal, please come with me. Feng'er, you come too." He greeted the senior brother of Qingfeng Temple by the way, and went to the inner room.

An Ling and the other two followed Wu Yu into the inner room. Seeing him hesitate to speak, they began to feel uneasy. It seemed that this thing had a great origin...

"Would you like some tea?" Wu Yu was confused. The past events kept replaying in his mind like a kaleidoscope when he first saw the skeleton soldier, making him feel agitated. He had a lot to say, but couldn't say them for a moment. He could only ask An Ling awkwardly if she wanted some tea.

"Uh, no need... Master, what happened? Why do you look uneasy?" An Ling asked.

"You... Hey, how old are you this year?" After this incident, Wu Yu and An Ling became closer. Seeing her childish appearance, he sighed and asked back.

"Eighteen."

"Ha, you are still a little kid, you are so strong at such a young age, you are worthy of being a disciple of the immortal sect." Wu Yu sighed from the bottom of his heart. He has practiced hard all his life and is already seventy-two years old this year, but his cultivation level is not even as good as a leg hair of others. He can only rely on the connections and wealth accumulated over the years to barely subdue demons.

The gap between people is sometimes so big.

"Let me put it this way. The story about this thing starts before you were born." Wu Yu took a sip of tea and began to tell An Ling a story.

……

Twenty years ago, Wuzhou.

"Master! How come they are all dead..." When Tang Feng, the eldest senior brother of Qingfeng Temple, who was still a young boy at the time, went down the mountain to exorcise monsters for the first time, he encountered an extremely strange scene:

In the village deep in the mountains, many twisted mummies were lying densely on the streets, their bodies were twisted and convulsed, like dead trees.

It seemed as if all the blood in the whole village had been drained by something, and this happened while they were still alive. With fear on their faces, they crawled out of their homes, but no one could save them, and they eventually collapsed on the street.

What Wu Yu and Tang Feng saw was a ground full of mummies.

Tang Feng ran to the side, holding onto the wall and retching. Although Wu Yu also felt deeply nauseous, he still endured the discomfort, investigated the situation of the villagers, and walked through the entire village, only to find that there was indeed no one alive.

This murderer did not even spare a baby of a few months old! Such a young child had not experienced the ups and downs of life, and died curled up in his mother's arms.

"Ugh... Master, we must avenge them!" Tang Feng said angrily with tears in his eyes.

He was filled with passion, and upon seeing such a tragic scene, he had already secretly vowed to catch the monster and avenge the villagers!

Wu Yu just remained silent. He took out two shovels from his storage ring and together with Tang Feng, buried the villagers in the cemetery on the back mountain to be with their ancestors.

After handling the matter, he propped up the shovel and looked at Tang Feng, who was kneeling in front of the tombstone and crying sadly. He sighed deeply and said, "Feng'er, you know, this is not a natural disaster, but a man-made disaster. Such a weird scene is obviously caused by an evil cultivator. If it was a natural monster, at least there would be survivors! We, the master and disciple, are just ordinary people in the martial arts world. Do we really have the ability to defeat a demon with such evil skills?"

"But..." Tang Feng's eyes were filled with tears. He knew exactly how much he was worth. He was just a little stronger than the charlatan and could fight a few lantern monsters. Facing an evil cultivator with such magical powers that could drain the blood of the entire village in an instant, what was the difference between them and the unarmed villagers?

"Alas, I have always wanted to avenge them, but one must act within one's ability, otherwise one will die!"

Wu Yu, who is over 40 years old, has long lost the passion of youth. He is more able to calmly analyze the strength comparison between the enemy and us and will not make unnecessary sacrifices.

"Come, let's recite the Rebirth Mantra for them a few more times. This is what we can do."

……

An Ling frowned and began to think about the connection between the two things.

The common point is that the victims all showed symptoms of having their qi and blood drained. The difference is that the incident twenty years ago was caused by evil monks using human lives to practice evil skills, while this time it was due to the death energy emitted by the monsters as they moved. Fortunately, no large-scale casualties were caused.

"No, the two are definitely related! How did the evil monks 20 years ago absorb the blood and energy of the villagers? And are the skeleton soldiers this time really monsters born and raised by nature?"

Wu Yu took a sip of tea and asked, "Did you find any problems?"

Tang Feng was so surprised that he couldn't close his mouth. The experience of going down the mountain for the first time gave him nightmares for years. He never thought that something related to it would happen again today... He received too much stimulation at once, and his mind went blank.

Seeing his apprentice's stupid look, Wu Yu was speechless. He turned to look at An Ling, with imperceptible expectation and appreciation in his eyes.

"Could it be that this skeleton was made by an evil cultivator from 20 years ago? And the evil cultivator in the village 20 years ago used this as a means to absorb the blood and energy? And today, the skeleton soldier reappeared, which means that the evil cultivator has returned to the arena..."

Wu Yu put the teacup heavily on the table with a bang, which scared the two juniors. He said solemnly: "Yes, it is the skeleton sergeant. I remember it very clearly. The monster twenty years ago was it... No, it was them!"

He will remember that rainy night forever. He was shivering and hiding behind a rock, while a few steps away was the solemn and murderous military formation. The soldiers in heavy armor were holding long swords and obeying orders. They were definitely a group of fierce and fierce troops.

"Those are all the skeleton soldiers we saw today... In fact, I suspect that the skeleton soldier seen today is just a vanguard."