The sickly boss always wants to get close to her

Shen Tanqing led his disciples to the main hall of Qingxiao Gate.

Flying all the way up from the foot of the mountain, there were a few scattered corpses lying on the roadside, which made people mistakenly believe that there was still room for maneuver.

But it was not until he stood outside the Qingxiao Palace and saw the blood all over the palace and the corpses piled up in all directions that he felt his scalp tingling, his breathing becoming difficult, and it was a daunting sight.

Only then did everyone come back to their senses from the fact that the Qingxiao Sect was actually wiped out.

The bloody smell in the air made people feel as if they had arrived at the eighteenth level of hell. The bluestone floor tiles were cracked inch by inch, and the cracks were all soaked in blood. The blood spreading under the scorching sun seemed to be illuminated by wisps of white smoke.

The cool summer breeze blew across the top of the mountain, bringing with it the stench of corpses.

One of the disciples vomited on the spot.

Shen Tanqing held the long sword and stood there like a pine or cypress, his brows furrowed and his heart chilled. He racked his brains but could not figure out what kind of existence the Qingxiao Sect, one of the three major sects, had provoked to be slaughtered silently.

From the sect leader and elders to the disciples, no one could resist.

"Qingfeng, Xiaoyao," Shen Tanqing called out, "You two take people to check if there are any survivors. If not, bury the bodies."

"Sanyang, come with me."

Immediately, the disciples of Tianze Sect dispersed in an orderly manner. The Taoist named Sanyang followed Shen Tanqing and flew towards the Qingxiao Palace, passing by one corpse after another.

He went deep into the inner hall with his Taoist robe fluttering.

The damage to the inner hall was even more serious, and the broken walls and ruins made it almost impossible to recognize the building itself.

The bodies of the elders and the sect leader of Qingxiao Sect were all here. Shen Tanqing took out a magic weapon from the storage bag and chanted something. The magic weapon rose up with the spell, but did not emit the expected light.

Shen Tanqing looked solemn, and Sanyang asked, "Elder Shen, is the Huanyang Mirror gone?"

"Yes," Shen Tanqing said in a deep voice, "bury the bodies of fellow Taoists, and we will return to the mountain as soon as possible to report to the headmaster."

Sanyang felt a sudden chill rising from behind him, which flowed into his collar and made him shiver.

After confirming that the magic weapon guarding Qingxiao Sect had been stolen by thieves, the two rushed from the back hall to the front hall.

I saw most of the disciples were carrying the corpse, while the remaining five or six were standing in a circle.

"What are you looking at?"

Hearing Elder Shen's voice, the disciples in the outer circle turned around and saluted, "Elder Shen, there is another Taoist friend who is still alive!"

Everyone made way, and Shen Tanqing walked closer, only to see a dirty figure covered in blood and mud lying on the legs of a female disciple.

The female disciple had tears on her face. When she saw Shen Tanqing, she cried, "Elder Shen! This is Senior Sister Chu Bainiao, the eldest disciple of Master Qingxiao! She said that the sect was destroyed by ghosts! The guardian magic weapon was also stolen by ghosts!"

Shen Tanqing was shocked in his heart, but he squatted down with a calm expression. He held Chu Bainiao's wrist that was hanging on the ground with his jade-like hand, and put his warm fingers on the cold wrist to feel the pulse.

After confirming that it was a human, his doubts increased instead of decreasing.

"Have you fed her the Heart Protecting Pill?" Shen Tanqing's eyes, as deep and distant as the stars, looked at the female disciple who was holding Chu Bainiao.

"I have."

Shen Tanqing glanced down at the unconscious woman. He had always liked cleanliness, but she was covered in blood and mud. But for some reason, he took her pulse first and subconsciously cared about her injuries.

It's just so weird.

He stood up and said, "Let the disciples of the Alchemy Pavilion come and treat her. She is the only surviving 'person' from Qingxiao Sect. We must save her life."

"Sanyang, take out the demon-binding rope and tie her up. Before we find out whether she is a 'human' or not, no one except the disciples of the Alchemy Pavilion is allowed to approach."

The female disciple holding Chu Bainiao stared in amazement at Elder Shen, who was extremely talented and was hailed as a young genius. She was still in shock for a while.

Who do you want to tie up the demon? Sister Chu?

Perhaps noticing her gaze, Shen Tanqing glanced down with indifferent eyebrows, and fixed his eyes without any emotion on her face.

"Zhu Xiayan, when the Qingxiao Sect was being wiped out and you suddenly found a living person, you didn't tie her up according to the rules at the first time, but hugged her instead?"

"If her spirit had entered your body, you would be dead by now."

Zhu Xiayan froze for a moment, and quickly cooperated with Sanyang to tie up Chu Bainiao, "I know I was wrong."

Shen Tanqing looked around indifferently, "Everyone listen, the reason why Qingxiao Sect was wiped out is unknown, and we don't know if it was done by humans or ghosts. When you bury the bodies, you must be 100% alert."

"Bury the body as soon as possible and return to the sect!"

Everyone responded: "Yes!"

Shen Tanqing, dressed in a light green Taoist robe, walked along the Qingxiao Palace, checking and searching step by step.

After his disciples finished burying the bodies, Sanyang walked up to him and asked softly, "Elder Shen, what do we do with that woman?"

Shen Tanqing's eyes fell on the woman who was tied up by the demon rope and passed out, and he lowered his eyes and said, "I'll take her away, you don't have to worry."

He raised his hand and summoned a lotus leaf-like flying magic weapon. He hesitated for a moment between his sword and the others, but decided to bend down and carry her onto the magic weapon.

I just carried her up out of humanitarianism. After all, she was injured and I couldn't stab her with a sword. As for why I didn't let others carry her...what if something happened to her and she hurt the disciples?

I hugged her only because I was worried that my disciples would get hurt.

Shen Tanqing found a good excuse for himself and stepped on the sword with confidence.

Chu Bainiao opened her eyes again, but before she could see the scenery clearly, she felt a sharp pain all over her body.

The system said in her soul: [Xianzun, she said she thanks you.]

Chu Bai Niao knew who the system was talking about. He closed his eyes, calmed down the pain in his body, and said, "You're welcome."

This is a world where humans and ghosts coexist. It seems that there are no gods in the world, but the land of China is filled with bloodthirsty evil ghosts.

The more evil the evil ghosts do, the more suffering the people suffer. The more suffering the people suffer, the eviler the ghosts become. This creates a vicious cycle.

In order to save the common people of the world, reclusive Taoists came out one after another, selected the talented ones from the people and recruited them into their sects, and established three major sects headed by Tianze Sect.

The three major sects and some smaller sects have been eliminating evil, promoting the Way, destroying evil spirits and saving the people for a hundred years.

She was originally the eldest disciple of the leader of Qingxiao Sect, one of the three major sects. She was known as the Green Fairy. She went down the mountain to gain experience and returned to the mountain. Within two days, the sect was brutally slaughtered by evil spirits. From the leader and elders to ordinary disciples, all died tragically.

When Chu Bainiao came to this world, she originally did not plan to choose a body. The strong ghost energy in the higher planes was enough for her to live in this world in the form of spirit while protecting herself.

However, when she arrived in this world, the overwhelming resentment caught her attention and she came to a broken corpse.

The soul on the corpse screamed and cried, entangled by countless iron chains filled with ghost energy, unable to leave.

That beautiful face was covered with dirty and ominous runes, and tears of blood flowed from her dark eye sockets, dripping into the invisible world.