After the death of the villain master, the traitor went crazy

As the newly appointed headmaster, he cannot reveal any flaws in front of his disciples.

Even though he felt as if countless tiny lice were crawling all over his body, causing an itchy sensation that was difficult to ignore.

You also have to pretend to be dignified and nonchalant.

He replied casually, "Yeah."

"I'm just passing by and want to stay here for the night."

He waved his hand, signaling his disciples to leave: "Disperse."

Everyone dispersed, leaving only the steward to accompany them.

"Master, what happened to these two... children?" The steward recognized Li Fuyi and his sister with a quick look.

Privately, he checked the names Li Jiner mentioned and looked through the task handover records for the past year, but there was no mention of the names of Li Hong and Zhao Ronger.

Since there is no record of this, even if he wants to help, he cannot give them compensation according to the rules.

Someone was sent to tell the brother and sister to go to other garrisons to ask if they had remembered the place name incorrectly.

After all, the independent cultivators take on tasks from the headquarters of various sects, and their mobility is very high. They might suddenly change their minds and move to another place.

Fortunately, if someone dies while on a mission, as long as their relatives come to them, the base will provide more or less compensation and care as appropriate.

Instead of kneeling in front of their door, it is better to go to other sects to ask, maybe you can find the one that matches the list.

But Li Jin'er was stubborn and refused to believe what he said, so the old steward had no choice but to let them do as they pleased.

Mo Zheng finally seized the opportunity and immediately handed the unconscious Li Jin'er to the steward.

He then lifted Li Fuyi, who was holding his left foot, and shook her in front of him.

"These two people fainted in front of our door in the middle of the night. You have to deal with them." Then he threw Li Fuyi to the steward as well.

The old steward took one child at a time with both hands, looking a little embarrassed. "Master, these two children said their parents took on our mission and haven't returned yet."

"I felt really sorry for him. I had already checked the list privately."

He sighed and continued, "But I searched the list back and forth, but couldn't find the person."

The old steward turned his gaze to Mo Zheng, waiting for the master's instructions: "This..."

He was assigned here by the sect to be a manager. He had to leave when his term was up and could not act as he pleased.

Bringing two children back without any reason is not tolerated by the sect rules.

Disciples of the Zichen Sword Sect, whether inner or outer, must undergo trials before they can officially join.

I am the only one in charge, and I have both the elderly and the children to take care of, so I am unable to provide any more help.

I helped them look up the list and gave them advice, so I have done my best and have lived up to my moral conscience.

Now that the headmaster has brought them in, it is also their good fortune.

He wanted to help and hoped that the master would give him some advice.

Just do things in a logical way, so that when others ask about it, they won't be able to find out where you went wrong.

Mo Zheng was anxious to find a place to wash himself properly.

Without giving it much thought, he casually said, "Since she's not on the list, then... wait until she wakes up and ask her if she's willing to be a servant."

"If you're willing, you can come back and do some yard cleaning when you return to the sect."

The old steward responded happily, saying that the two kids were lucky, at least they had a place to stay before they grew up.

He immediately reminded Li Fuyi, who was awake, to thank Mo Zheng, "Child, thank the master for taking you in."

Li Fuyi stared blankly at the Immortal Lord in front of him, imprinting the figure firmly in his mind.

Mo Zheng waved his hands impatiently: "Forget it, forget it, what does a little kid know."

"Hurry up and find someone to take them to take a hot bath and clean them up." The smell on the two little beggars was so shocking that Mo Zheng took another half step back.

"Especially this one, he's still running a fever, so he needs to be dealt with quickly."

As he said this, he felt even more itchy all over, as if countless tiny creatures were crawling on his skin.

If you don’t take a shower, you’ll go crazy!

Even this set of clothes must be burned! Otherwise, there will be endless lice hiding in it...

"Just find someone to take us to our accommodation."

The old steward smiled and called a smart disciple over, and took Mo Zheng and Lin Moran to the guest room.

Putting down Li Fuyi, who was still in a daze, he touched his forehead and said, "Hmm... I don't have a fever."

She took his hand and led him in the opposite direction: "Come on, let's go find a doctor to see your sister."

Li Fuyi turned around, wanting to take another look at the immortal, but he had already disappeared.

……

The old steward's term of office was five years, so Li Fuyi spent her entire life in Linglong Town until she was ten years old.

Now I revisit the old place, but things and people have changed, and time has passed...

The familiar city gate scene is still there, but those once familiar faces are no longer there.

The amiable old steward had passed away, and his son was promoted by Li Fuyi to become the peak master, shouldering the heavy responsibility of the sect.

And the Immortal Lord whom Li Fuyi had once admired as a child, the figure who had planted the dream of cultivating immortality in her heart, was now...

An inexplicable sadness and loss surged up and blocked his chest, causing him to feel dull pain.

Whenever the thought that his master might have passed away came to his mind, Li Fuyi felt an indescribable pain.

He subconsciously resisted this idea and shook his head vigorously, as if to get rid of the thought from his mind.

He took out the purse from his bosom, and found only a yellowed piece of paper inside.

Written in neat handwriting were the words: "No. 14 East Street, Wu Tong Medical Clinic."

East Street, that was a place he was very familiar with during his childhood. In his memory, there were red candied haws, fragrant buns, and the bustling sounds of vendors...

Li Fuyi's footsteps moved involuntarily towards East Street, but his heart was numb.

Logically, he should have felt extremely happy and excited to learn that his sister was still alive.

He felt a dull pain in his chest as he held it, and what his senior sister had said lingered in his ears.

Somewhere deep down in my heart, I began to wish that all this was just a dream, a false illusion.

When you wake up, everything will return to the way it was before.

Thinking of this, the hatred and crazy desire for revenge in his heart took over again.

Visions of revenge played out crazily in his mind.

My sister has never been reborn. His so-called sacrifice was nothing but an elaborate scam!

The Ice-Clear Immortal Vein... was just cunningly hidden by him.

He imagined that his master was in some corner that he couldn't see, using the Ice Clear Immortal Veins to quietly repair his body, intending to continue to live freely in the dark.

In this way, his hatred for the Master was absolutely correct.

He could continue to harbor this hatred and would go to the ends of the earth to capture his master.

Imprison him deep in the dark underground palace of monsters, and let him repay his debt bit by bit to compensate for the suffering he has endured over the years.

After this series of imaginations, Li Fuyi even began to consider being a little more gentle towards her master.

Help him rebuild his celestial bones so that he can live longer.

This way, Master can continue to atone for his sins towards him and his sister, until...

When my cultivation is complete and I ascend to heaven, I will completely destroy him and make him pay for his sister's life.

Even if he has to die, Master can only die in his hands!