I'm badly injured, but I'm number one

In the City Lord's Mansion, the butler called all the people under his command to the secret room.

Two people in the Real Dan realm and five people in the Virtual Dan realm were all looking greedily at the table in front of the butler.

There were several boxes piled on the table, all of which were open. Inside were piles of light emitted by countless spiritual beads. In addition, there were also many rare treasures piled on top.

The butler stood aside.

"There is an incident outside the northern suburbs of the city that you need to handle."

"These spirit beads are just a deposit. Once the matter is completed, the City Lord's Mansion will give you more rewards."

One of them looked at him with fiery eyes, "What do you want us to do?"

The butler smiled slightly, but there was a haze in his eyes.

"I want you to go to the northern outskirts of the city and kill all the monks except those in the City Lord's Mansion."

Some people in the secret room frowned, while others looked at the spirit beads, thinking that they were skilled and daring, and said greedily, "Kill them all and you'll get a bonus."

The housekeeper's eyes sharpened, "The price I offered is already very high."

Someone sneered, "No one in the City Lord's Mansion can go out and take action now."

"Besides us, who else can help you?"

"Besides, there are so many monks in the suburbs. It would be very difficult to kill them all."

Some people thought that this person was raising the price, and the other monks were not easy to get along with either. They were just looking at the butler quietly.

The butler's eyes moved across the faces of these people one by one.

These people have been supported by the City Lord's Mansion over the years, and many of the dirty work is handled by these people.

I haven't done much work, but my appetite is getting bigger and bigger.

The butler's expression suddenly calmed down. The city lord couldn't be contacted in the northern suburbs, so these people were sent over just to help.

If the city lord can come back, he will naturally deal with them. If the city lord cannot come back, these people will surely die.

Now it's just empty talk.

"Okay, then each person will get an extra 10,000 spirit beads."

After arranging all these people to leave, the butler walked out of the secret room. There were still dozens of monks of low realms standing outside.

The butler looked at these people with a cold expression.

"All of you follow me."

At the auction.

After receiving the news, Tong Wencai hurried to Mu Qingwan.

"Junior Sister Mu, the people from the City Lord's Mansion have made a move."

"They went to the northern suburbs outside the city."

A glimmer of light appeared in Mu Qingwan's eyes.

Before Wen Ye left, he asked them to be careful about the City Lord's Mansion. For this reason, Mu Qingwan specially asked someone to keep an eye on the people in the City Lord's Mansion, and now there is finally a result.

"Senior Brother Tong, go gather the sect disciples, I will follow them."

Mu Qingwan said this and left with the sword in her hand.

......

The sound of horse hooves hitting the ground in the rain was getting closer and closer.

There was another person wailing nearby, but Yan Ping didn't pay any attention to his howling.

Yan Ping listened to the noise and raised his head slightly. The rain rolled down his pale cheeks and his messy hair stuck to his face, making him look a little weird.

He endured the pain of his meridians being torn again and looked towards the source of the horse's hoof sounds.

Two horses passed through the overwhelming rain and came into everyone's sight.

The men stopped their horses and looked at the terrible scene in front of them hesitantly. One of them saw the man rolling on the ground wailing in pain, and his pupils shrank.

He fell off the horse and rolled to Cheng Hao's side.

Ignoring the spiritual and demonic energy emanating from Cheng Hao, he hugged him with red eyes.

"Dad, dad!"

"what happened to you?"

Cheng Hao's shrill wails suddenly stopped. His bloodshot eyes looked straight at Cheng Huiyuan. His face was twisted in pain, but excitement appeared in his eyes.

"Xiaoyuan, why are you here?"

Cheng Huiyuan nodded repeatedly. Tears welled up in his eyes as he looked at Cheng Hao's miserable appearance.

Originally, he wanted to seek support from Cheng Hao, but now seeing how miserable he was, Cheng Huiyuan had forgotten everything that happened before and choked up with sobs.

"I, I just wanted to find you, Dad, how are you?"

Cheng Hao's face was frighteningly hideous, but he still stared at Cheng Huiyuan, holding Cheng Huiyuan's hand with difficulty, his face full of joy and pain, and the demonic energy around him began to condense again.

"I, I'm fine, it's good for you to be here."

Cheng Huiyuan looked at him, who was now covered in mud and water, grabbed Cheng Hao's hand and burst into tears again.

Although he seldom saw Cheng Hao, every time he saw Cheng Hao, he felt that Cheng Hao was like a mountain, full of infinite care and tolerance.

He had never seen Cheng Hao fall down.

"If I were you, I'd stay away from him."

A familiar and cool voice came from the front.

Cheng Hao's hand gripped Cheng Huiyuan even tighter.

Cheng Huiyuan's unbridled crying stopped instantly, and he raised his head stiffly.

This voice has been his nightmare in recent days. Whenever he closes his eyes, he will think of the red dress.

The moment he saw Yan Ping clearly, his strange and delicate face, Cheng Huiyuan instantly thought of something and shuddered all over, but still roared angrily.

"It's you, it's you!"

"What did you do to my dad!"

Fang Quan, who was still on the horse, also froze at this moment. He did not dare to sit on the horse as before. Instead, he quietly turned over and got off the horse, trying his best to conceal his presence.

Yan Ping looked at the demonic energy that was taking shape around Cheng Hao, and then looked at Cheng Huiyuan who was still hugging Cheng Hao and yelling at him without knowing whether he was alive or dead.

Yan Ping sighed.

"Your father is a demon cultivator. I destroyed his Dantian. Now he wants to suck your blood and become a demon cultivator completely."

Cheng Huiyuan was stunned and looked down at Cheng Hao.

There were indeed wisps of black demonic energy surrounding him, but his hands were tightly grasping Cheng Huiyuan. The two looked at each other. Cheng Hao seemed to want to say something but couldn't, but his eyes were red.

Cheng Huiyuan recalled the days when he had to bleed once a month. He suddenly stopped looking at Cheng Hao. He didn't believe it, or perhaps he didn't dare to believe it.

He grabbed Cheng Hao's hand with his backhand and looked up at Yan Ping tremblingly.

"You're talking nonsense!"

"My father is the Lord of Qingyuan City, how could he possibly cultivate magic?"

"The evil spirit on him must be a frame-up by you!"

Fang Quan, who was standing nearby, was also shocked. He had protected Cheng Huiyuan for three years, but during these three years he had indeed not noticed any signs of anyone in the City Lord's Mansion practicing magic.

"Yes, that's right. You are obviously the demon cultivator. I offended you, and you want to kill my father!"

Yan Ping looked at Cheng Huiyuan's red eyes and felt that this man was truly amazing. He didn't believe the facts even when they were right in front of him.

Just as the demonic energy around Cheng Hao was about to gather, Yan Ping stepped back to make enough space for him.

"Then you continue."

Wen Ye came over from behind with a frown on his face, put the bag in his hand next to Yan Ping's hand, and whispered.

"Won't you stop him?"

Spiritual energy poured into the body and began to repair the meridians once again. No matter whether it was a tear or a healing, the suffering he had to endure would not be reduced at all.

Yan Ping took a deep breath, and the moisture from the rain soaked his lungs, which in turn alleviated the unbearable itch from before.

"If he doesn't want to leave, then just ignore him."

"Wait."

It's hard to persuade a damned ghost with kind words, and he's not a good person anyway.

This is a good opportunity to see what these evil cultivators in Qingzhou will become after sucking the blood and energy of their loved ones.