Please Spare My Life, Disciple of the Demon Lord

"What do you mean? Please tell us something." Mu Qingge also asked, his tone polite and courteous.

The second brother therefore took a closer look at her and was inevitably attracted by her extraordinary temperament.

He immediately replied to her: "It all started with a flower."

At this point, the waiter lowered his voice a little, and even sat down next to Meng Ziyuan naturally, looking like he was going to have a long talk.

Although Meng Ziyuan was reluctant, he still succumbed to the news and made room for the waiter.

The second brother also told the story of this city with great excitement:

About ten years ago, a rare flower suddenly appeared in this city. It was called Mengluo. This flower is bright and beautiful with rich colors. Whenever it blooms, it will be filled with fragrance that is refreshing.

At first, there was a child who discovered this flower in the mountains. In order to make a living, he picked it and sold it in the city to earn some change.

But who would have thought that this flower would become so popular as soon as it entered the city. Both men and women fell in love with the beauty of this dreamy rose. For a while, it became a fashion in Pingxia City for women to wear flowers in their hair and for men to grow flowers.

Later, some people in the city thought that this was profitable and had the idea of ​​doing long-term business. They went to the mountains to look for flower seeds, planted them in large quantities, and sold them widely, so that later the flower seeds were everywhere and every household planted this flower.

Over time, the originally short plants even turned into vines, which gradually wrapped around the gate walls. Not only the backyard of the house, but the entire street was full of dream roses. Pingxia City once became a flower city.

"Are Mengluo those dead vines in the city?" Mu Qingge asked, remembering the vines he had seen when he entered the city.

"Exactly!"

"Then why is the once flower city now in such a state of decay? Even the people are rarely seen."

"That's because..." Having said this, the second brother stopped and looked at the expressions of the people around him. He saw that they were also curious. Only Jiang Tingwan and Wen Bumian, who were sitting next to him, looked calm, as if they had known it for a long time.

"I see that you two look normal, but have you heard of the name of Flower City?" The second brother is a man who has seen the world and is an expert at observing people's words and expressions. He noticed the calmness of the two from the very beginning.

Jiang Tingwan was a little surprised when his name was called. He didn't expect that the waiter was so smart.

Jiang Tingwan, who was hesitating whether to tell others what he knew, glanced at Mu Yunzhong beside him unintentionally, but remembered what Wen Bumian said. In fact, he was right. He could not completely trust Mu Yunzhong yet. At least the 399 points above his head had not been completely subtracted.

Now the time when she would stop updating the plot was getting closer and closer. The further it got, the less control she would have over the subsequent plot development. If she couldn't completely eliminate this number before then, then at least she had to know what Mu Yun wanted most at this moment?

Was he seeking revenge against the entire cultivation world as a descendant of Wuchen Palace? Was he seeking absolute power and status? Or was he simply unable to accept being deceived by a lie?

Whatever it is, perhaps this city can give her an answer.

Jiang Tingwan, who recognized this, immediately came to his senses and replied with a smile: "I haven't heard of it. Why don't you tell me in detail, little brother?"

The waiter's eyes flickered slightly when he saw the change in Jiang Tingwan's expression. Meng Ziyuan beside him urged impatiently, "Just say it when I tell you to. Why are you keeping it in suspense?"

"Senior Brother Meng!"

Seeing Meng Ziyuan being rude twice, Mu Qingge could only persuade him softly.

Hearing Mu Qingge's voice, Meng Ziyuan immediately changed his expression and forced a smile towards his second brother to express his apology.

The second brother immediately rolled his eyes at Meng Ziyuan, turned around, and responded to Mu Qingge with a smile. He still felt happy looking at this pretty girl.

"That's because this dream rose has the effect of absorbing people's essence. At first, people in the city were only attracted by the appearance of this flower. Later, everyone who got this flower said that the fragrance of this flower can help people sleep and have a good dream."

"Over time, everyone in the city fell in love with sleeping. They stayed at home every day. Some even said they saw the flower fairy and asked him to meet her in his dreams every day. There were one such person, then two, then three, until there was no one left on the street."

"What flower fairy! I think it's a monster!!" After hearing so much, Mo Shaoyu asserted.

"That's right!" The second brother said to Mo Shaoyu affirmatively, his eyes turned fearful, and his tone became vivid, "Those who woke up after indulging in a beautiful dream all became old overnight. They were obviously young people in their twenties or thirties, but they all became staggering, lifeless old men and women."

"As for those who didn't want to wake up, they never woke up! The remaining awake and alive people finally realized the horror of the Mengluo and decided to burn all the Mengluo flowers, but the flowers have entangled the entire Pingxia City, and its roots are spread to every corner of the city. They can't eliminate it, so they can only move away from here and find a new place to live outside."

"Gradually, the city became less and less populated, and more and more desolate, until it became what it is now. Now, the only ones left here are the elderly, the weak, the sick, and the helpless, who have nowhere to go, and we are here to live out our remaining days."

When the second brother said this, his expression became sad.

"They are old and weak, and indeed unable to escape from here, but you are different. I see that you are in the prime of life, with all your limbs intact, and you are quite smart. Since there is no life in the city, why don't you find another place to live?"

Mu Yun, who had been silent for a long time, finally looked directly at the waiter in front of him, full of suspicion.

"I grew up here and can't leave. And..."

At this point, the waiter paused for a moment, then smiled at Mu Yunzhong and said, "Sir, look at my shop. Customers come in like clouds every day. Isn't this a kind of vitality for me? After all, who can resist money?"

Everyone followed his gaze and looked at the people sitting in the hall, all with a look of confusion on their faces.

The waiter said in time: "Although the people in the city have left, they have brought the story of Flower City to further places. As many people left because of fear of evil spirits, as many came out of curiosity, and even more came for those beautiful dreams."

"I don't quite understand what you're saying." Meng Ziyuan also asked, "Is Meng Luo's story true or false? If it's true, then there must be something fishy about you being able to stay here safely; if it's false, then you just said that many of the immortal sect disciples who came here have never left this city?"

Meng Ziyuan also felt that the waiter was acting strange.

Facing everyone's suspicious gazes, the waiter smiled frivolously, "I have already said everything that needs to be said. What remains is a few suggestions from my shop. Please listen to them, my guests."

The second brother put the towel he used to wipe the table back on his shoulder and stood up. He turned to the always polite Mu Qingge and kindly reminded him:

"First, all travelers can only stay in our inn for one night and must leave at noon the next day."

"Second, after dark, no matter what sound you hear, do not open the door."

“Third, don’t believe anything you see.”

The waiter turned around and left after he finished speaking, and Mu Qingge thanked him solemnly, "Thank you for the reminder, little brother."

Hearing this, the waiter turned around and looked back.

"Also, the fourth rule is to forget your identity as a disciple of the Immortal Sect! This will help you abide by the three rules above."

The waiter glanced at Mu Qingge and added, "This one is specially for you."

The waiter looked at everyone meaningfully, then put on a brilliant yet weird smile and turned around to greet other guests...