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Healer's Heart

Because they did something shady, all those who were arrested were locked up underground.

The smell of fresh blood was mixed with the stench of rotting bodies, and got into everyone's noses. Zhong Pei hugged the young girl who didn't know anything, and comforted her:

"Not afraid...not afraid..."

She said she was not afraid, but her body couldn't stop shaking, Zhong Pei knew that they would take two people away every day, and the person locked up around her was taken away yesterday, maybe it will be their turn today.

She was fine, but the little girl was only five years old, and she hadn't even seen the outside world well. Zhong Pei stroked the top of the girl's jet-black hair, and smiled softly when she met the little girl's black and white eyes.

"Whoa-"

The sound of the iron chain colliding with the wooden door scared everyone. The girl subconsciously slipped into her sister's arms, took a peek at the young man who came in, and asked him in a delicate voice:

"Brother Xiaofang, can you let Nannan and sister go out?"

The young man froze for a moment, and a flash of struggle flashed in his eyes. He led these two sisters, including others, away just to accomplish his immortal journey. How could he let them go because of his indifferent heart.

"No, if I let you go, my brother will be very sad."

The young man with a gentle voice as usual, but his eyes were filled with indifference and murderous intent, he knelt down, trying to pinch the girl's baby-fat face, but was slapped hard by Zhong Pei.

"Fang Hang, you are a beast! A beast!"

Fang Hang could have avoided it, but he didn't. After being hit hard, he covered his face and looked up at the familiar face of the angry girl. His thoughts drifted away, but they quickly disappeared with his face. The pain faded away - after starting to practice, even the wound can heal quickly, let alone just a girl's slap.

He let out a low laugh, even hysterical madness at the end of the laugh, which made the people in the cell beside him shudder at this lunatic.

"Zhong Pei, you won't understand. The feeling of holding power in your hands will fascinate people, and longevity is an irresistible poison."

After laughing, Fang Hang said indifferently, "The world is not benevolent, and the immortals are ruthless. Since I have decided to take this path, I will not care about the past."

"Oh," Zhong Pei snorted coldly, "The evil path you walk on the bones of relatives and friends will never last long."

As if being stimulated, the young man with a sullen face said fiercely: "So what! At least I can live to be a hundred years old, and you... will die here today."

Without any explanation, he grabbed a couple of people, one big and one small, and dragged them outside.

Struggling desperately but unable to break free from Fang Hang's claws, the girl wanted to bite him, but was dizzy from being hit by a palm, and looked at the crying little girl with blurred vision, feeling great despair in her heart.

Is there anyone... who can come and save them...

In a trance, Zhong Pei heard a voice.

"Put them down and kneel down."

"You are……"

Before he finished speaking, Fang Hang, who moved faster than his brain, had already put down the two girls and plopped to his knees on the ground.

Zhong Pei, who hastily hugged the little girl to comfort him, raised his head and saw the handsome, bewitching and inhuman man frowning, the dark wings behind his back outlined a sharp angle, he was standing at the door against the light, his expression was lofty and indifferent as if he was far away. The gods above the nine heavens.

"Admit your crimes, confess your instigators, and finally, return to your destination."

Fang Hang began to talk uncontrollably, even though he knew very well in his heart that if he went back after telling these things, he would definitely be beaten to death, but he couldn't control himself.

The two sisters embracing each other stared blankly at the phantom-like black figure leaving in a flash, as if it had never appeared before.

Only Fang Hang was left kneeling on the ground, telling how he coaxed the first person, how he started to practice with human blood...

"Are we saved?"

The other people in the cell asked each other with trembling voices, "I seem to see that person just now...has a pair of wings?"

"Yes..." The frail scholar squeezed his sleeves tightly, swallowed, and asked his old man beside him in a low voice, "Is it a monster?"

The girl who gently wiped the blood from the corner of Zhong Pei's mouth asked the girl softly, "Sister, did the monster save us?"

"No," the girl pressed her face against the girl's cold face, as if raving.

"He is a god, the god who saved us."

The old man who was silent for a moment also replied to the young man: "That's not a monster, it's a demon god who saved us, defeated evil cultivators, and protected us."

Unlike the thousands of mortals who were imprisoned in the Hongyuan Lake Underground Palace, taking Liyuan Town as an example with a population of less than [-], Mo Yi fished out only about [-] mortals.

By the way, when Xie Qing was practicing medicine and investigating, every time a clue was triggered, a side mission popped up.

When the demon reached the border of Yuanzhou, Xie Qing had already triggered nine missions.

Each point ranges from 5 to 30 points. Mo Yi sent people to each location one by one, and he chose a place with more than three people at random. He didn't even bother to waste the devil's seal, and it was enough to break through it directly. The weak mental defenses of the unstable make them do what they say, spilling all they know.

As Fang Hang said, it is difficult for people to resist the temptation of power, and the Star Luo League seems to generously give these people who had no chance of immortality the bloody long life.

But not every Star Luo League disciple could resist the temptation and would not participate at all.

For example, Fang Hang is just an ordinary mortal who has only been in contact with the cultivation method for seven days, and the other person with Fang Hang is directly a disciple of the Star Luo League—he is now respectfully following his new master, the devil. Behind him, step by step, he told everything he knew.

Handyman disciples like him are responsible for selling the "Ling Orbs" that have been removed from the head, and recycling the useless "Ling Orbs" to the steward. It is said that there is a way to purify evil spirits, and the purified Ling Orbs can be used Essence that absorbs the blood essence of mortals can cultivate faster - it is said that they are all given to the disciples of the outer sect for use.

Originally, a small handyman like him only had to pretend to be his identity, sell the spirit beads and then recover a batch of spirit beads.

But he has been a handyman for most of his life, and he is not willing to stay in Qi refining, so he couldn't help but start using "Lingzhu" like these mortals. Even though he knew it was drinking poison to quench thirst, he couldn't help it.

Having said that, the Star Luomeng disciple who was following the demon licked his chapped lips, his eyes were full of hatred, he was running around every day, and the days of being insulted and manipulated by others were too tormented, he wanted to become stronger, he wanted to... Retaliation, but for now, everything is under the command of the Lord.

Using his camouflage skills to disguise himself as a mortal, the demon walking among the crowd listened to his not-so-useful words one after another.

Probably it was also because he didn't know too many things, and he wasn't under that kind of memory restriction, but their existence alone was already the sharpest blade to cut through the hypocrisy of the Star Luo League.

and also……

There was a hint of interest in the devil's disguised ordinary brown eyes, and his gaze swept across the crowd that was abuzz because the missing people helped each other to return.

Although the power of mortals is small, the public opinion aroused by the number alone should not be underestimated.

Not to mention, the Star Luo League is rooted in these three mortal kingdoms, and most of its disciples are from mortals. Lu Muqing really doesn't understand why they would do such self-destructive things.

The thousands of mortals who were rescued before scattered away from their original residences, those who rushed back were still on the way, and those who decided to change places hadn’t fully settled down, especially many people didn’t know what happened at all, so nothing happened. splash.

But this time is different... people who are awake, living evidence, and the alleged instigator has a vague connection with the Star Luo League. The more vague doubts, the more discussions and suspicions will be aroused.

But a few days later, the public opinion started to rise, but Mo Yi didn't expect that they even built the Demon Temple.

Xie Qing continued to practice medicine and scout for news, but he didn't want to move out later. The devil in his house was staring at the points and was thinking about whether to draw another card to wash off the reputation of the non-chief.

Because Xie Qing also walked over towns one by one, confirming the points on the map.

Then Mo Yi assigned people to work, mainly the few newly acquired monks——evil cultivators who frequently walked outside. Crying, beating and killing.

Then I heard them come back with news: "My lord, your shrines have been erected in seven mortal towns!"

"The lord of Ling'an country has said that he is willing to give the name of the demon god to the lord who rescued the people of Ling'an country, so he deserves it?"

"My lord is far-sighted, and I must have expected this result, so let me not do anything to those mortals, so as to subdue people's hearts."

"After I go out...to save people, I will be called...the emissary of the demon god."

The person who said this was an evil cultivator, and his tone was extremely weird when he said it.

Evil cultivator?save people?

He who has always used the same method to absorb the spirit of others is grateful, just like seeing the person who died at his hands thanking him, it made him feel like he was having a nightmare.

"On the way, my subordinate heard that many young talents said that they want to worship the master. Does the master have the wish to establish a sect?"

The person who inquired was the owner of the previous small sect. He had already opened six small sects and all closed down... oh, now the seventh one has closed down. Many new disciples.

However, everything has to be arranged by the Lord.

"No, I don't want to." Mo Yi rejected the suggestion without even thinking about it.

Why would he recruit mortals who are more fragile than Du Yebai? It's enough for him to be cannon fodder and labor for evil cultivators.

Du Yebai:?

In retreat, don't cue thank you.

Maybe some people do have spiritual roots to cultivate, but Mo Yi is a devil?Of course, the subordinates must be evil cultivators, so what's the point of bringing a bunch of new disciples?

The devil said that he could accept the establishment of a demon sect, but he didn't want those righteous disciples, he only suppressed and accepted the wicked.

If you want to establish a sect...you can let Xie Qing do it. Anyway, she has accumulated a lot of fame after a month of practice. There are six major sects, and it seems that there is one less sect that specializes in medical skills.

On the other end, Xie Qing, who put her hand on the patient's wrist for diagnosis, paused for a moment, her brows slightly frowned. If she wanted to establish a sect, there must be many troublesome procedures, and she didn't like such chores very much. Affected by this character card, Xie Qing would rather be a casual cultivator.

However, Lu Muqing had an idea: for example, he set up this sect by himself—literally himself, but this idea has to wait for the spiritual power, bah, no, it is the spiritual sense that has been cultivated before thinking about it.

Seeing the doctor frowning with a flustered expression, the patient who was seeing the doctor hurriedly asked, "Is it serious?"

Xie Qing let go of his hand boredly, "I'm not sick, I'm dead, please go back."

If he hadn't been paying attention to Mo Yi's side just now, this man wouldn't even be able to get in the door.

The man who was already ready to move, subconsciously wanted to keep this pair of white and tender catkins, but was nailed to the wooden sleeper by a silver needle. They couldn't even open it, and they collapsed from the seat and fell to the ground.

Tao Heng at the side dragged out the man who was limp and like garbage without any complaints. He couldn't remember which one it was, anyway, every time he went to a new place, he would always meet a few people who were not afraid of death.

To be honest, he felt that Fairy Qingling had a pretty good temper. If it were another monk, he would probably be ashes. This is probably...the benevolence of the doctor?

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