Quick Transmigration: After Fake Death, All the Protagonists I Flirted With Went Crazy

When the palanquin landed in the circle of trees, people from other sects were already resting there.

They subtly retreated a short distance, their eyes warily fixed on the red-curtained palanquin.

They hadn't forgotten that this sedan chair belonged to Shen Zhezhu.

All the people here combined couldn't defeat this new demon lord.

But now it was already dark, and all they could do was lament their bad luck. They had gotten lost in the woods and now they had run into this jinx.

The person whom everyone feared had no intention of paying attention to them at the moment. He reached out and pulled the blanket up for his master, thinking that having a good sleep in his arms was the most important thing.

After all, who cares about the life or death of a few ants?

As long as they have any sense and don't actively seek death, Shen Zhezhu doesn't want to pay them any attention.

Anyway, once it's light, he'll continue searching for the spiritual spring and the sacred medicine, and won't have any further dealings with them.

Shen Zhezhu never expected that such a beautiful forest would harbor deadly danger.

As dawn broke, he surveyed his surroundings and felt an extreme sense of danger.

It's very discordant.

It's just not harmonious.

The secret realm is fraught with danger, and every sect has suffered heavy losses in the past, but last night was unusually peaceful.

According to his observation, this was already close to the center of the secret realm.

Those cultivators who managed to survive this long should all be among the best in their sects, but now these...

Shen Zhezhu turned his head to look, frowning deeply. They were all second-rate.

Those he could name were not in this group.

How did they get here?

The person being stared at by Shen Zhezhu almost went weak in the knees. He didn't remember ever provoking this evil star.

I was fortunate enough to break through before, which allowed me to be ranked last and follow the sect elders to this secret realm.

This person shouldn't remember him.

After enduring that gaze for a long while, he finally mustered his courage, stood up shakily, and carefully asked, "Demon, Demon Lord, you've been staring at me, is there something you need me to do?"

Those around him looked away silently, cursing inwardly, but dared not show it in front of Shen Zhezhu.

Shen Zhezhu looked around, but everything remained calm.

It was too calm.

The surrounding leaves shone like fire, and the hanging vines had a unique beauty.

It's like a paradise on earth.

He turned his gaze back to the man, frowned, and looked somewhat disgusted.

But right now, we need a tongue to speak.

Seeing that the person was looking over, the boy quickly put on a smile. "What does the Demon Lord want to ask?"

"How did you get here?" Shen Zhezhu asked coldly.

The young man pondered for a moment and respectfully replied, "Our group is of low strength. We encountered a giant python lizard on the outskirts of the secret realm, and even with our combined strength, we couldn't defeat it. We were forced to flee into the forest, but unexpectedly, the giant python lizard let us go. After that, we wandered around in the forest, always encountering dead ends. We kept looking for a path to follow, and eventually, we arrived here."

At this point, the boy seemed a little embarrassed, lowered his head, and scratched his head.

After all, getting lost and ending up here is still quite embarrassing to talk about.

Shen Zhezhu looked around and saw that the cultivation levels of these people were all at the bottom, with the lowest being only at the early stage of Foundation Establishment.

Could this forest really be a convenient passage?

As if he had just remembered something, the boy slapped his forehead and added, "We did encounter some demonic beasts on the way. Our spiritual power is weak, and we've only managed to survive this long thanks to the spiritual fruits on the trees. Ah, that's it!"

Following the boy's fingertip, Shen Zhezhu narrowed his eyes. Among the fiery red branches and leaves, strings of fire spirit fruits hung down from the vines.

It was bright red, with a lustrous sheen.

It is indeed one of the most common spiritual fruits in the cultivation world.

But looking at the unusually red vines, Shen Zhezhu felt uneasy, and a strong sense of unease washed over her.

The boy, still oblivious, waved to the figure that kept approaching the vines, "Fang Xiong, pick some spirit fruits for me too!"

"Demon Lord, do you want it?" The boy seemed to have thought of something, rubbing his hands together and turning his head to look at Shen Zhezhu with a smile.

Shen Zhezhu stared at the white figure, a sense of unease lingering in her heart.

At that moment, the Wujue Sword inside the sedan chair trembled violently and flew out of the sedan chair. Shen Zhezhu reached out and caught the spirit sword.

The remaining people were on high alert, their expressions changed, and they quickly gathered together, drawing their spirit swords in unison.

They hadn't forgotten that this Demon Lord could unleash a flurry of sword strikes, leaving countless swords returning to his body.

With a wave of his hand, he killed all the elders of several major sects.

Even if they can't win, they can't just wait to die.

The boy standing in the middle looked left and right, startled by the scene, as if he didn't understand why things had suddenly become so tense.

Shen Zhezhu, however, had no interest in playing house with a group of children. His gaze fell on Fang Xiong, carrying a hint of coldness.

Seeing the murderous intent surging in Shen Zhezhu's eyes, the young man became anxious and stepped forward to pull Fang Xiong back.

But he was suddenly thrown aside.

The boy didn't care and stepped forward to grab Fang Xiong's sleeve, "Fang Xiong, don't pick the spirit fruit yet."

Another burst of spiritual energy struck, knocking the boy to the ground.

He got up, somewhat annoyed, and stepped forward to argue with the person, but the person who kept approaching the vines suddenly knelt down as if on a pilgrimage.

The loud "thump!" made one wonder if his knee was alright.

He reached into the layers of vines and slowly pulled something off.

The boy was annoyed at being ignored, so he reached out and snatched the thing from Fang Xiong's hand.

"What is it that you absolutely need to take right now?"

Black and white intertwined before the boy's eyes.

He shrugged, took a closer look, and threw everything he was holding away. He stared blankly at the blood on his hands, his legs gave way, and he collapsed to the ground, horrified and pale.

The attention of others was also drawn to it.

Fang Xiong, however, seemed oblivious, picking up the object from the ground and slowly unfolding it.

That was a face mask.

A complete face with hair.

More accurately, it should be a scalp that includes a face.

The person who had fallen to the ground stared directly at this scalp, their face turning even paler.

This scalp, with its flesh and bone completely separated, looks as if mercury was poured in with the most delicate technique to peel off such a complete scalp. It's like the most perfect work of art by some pervert. Even the dirty, blood-stained long hair is exceptionally intact!

Looking at those two black holes on each face, the boy felt as if the blood in his body had frozen.

He never imagined that what Fang Xiong had torn off would be a piece of scalp.

"Yes, there are corpses!"

Someone in the crowd raised a finger, pointed at the Fire Spirit Tree behind Fang Xiong, and let out a strange cry.

Everyone turned their heads to look in the direction the finger was pointing, and were immediately horrified. Several people let out shrill screams.

A scene that resembles hell on earth.

Those are human remains!

Hanging starkly from the tree was the skeleton of a human!