After transmigrating into the book, I became the little sun of the crazy villain.

Gu Dinghan lay lazily on the grass, a blade of grass dangling from his mouth. "I'm a little worried about leaving Senior Sister Bai and the others at the Song family's place. I hope they'll be alright."

Qi Yan glanced at him. "Worried? At least look a little worried."

Like Meng Wenchang, who worked overtime to draw talismans for Bai Lingxiao and the other two to protect themselves, he seemed a little worried.

Gu Dinghan chuckled, "I just trust the three of them."

Qi Yan was speechless. "That's really something."

Gu Dinghan said nonchalantly, "We're already 'dead,' so we're powerless to help. We can only cheer on Junior Sister Zhao Zhao and the others."

"Hey, does it seem a bit fake that only the three of us died? What if they find out something's up?"

Qi Yan did not answer his question. He stared in the direction of Demon-Slaying City, seemingly lost in thought.

The three of them were not the only ones who died at the hands of evil cultivators. He only captured a little over a hundred people, so why is it that nearly five hundred people have been exposed?

The black-robed evil cultivator vanished without a trace, and the elders of the Song family searched the entire Demon-Slaying City but couldn't find him.

Yun Zhao and the other two hid in the kitchen and worked peacefully as if nothing had happened. She still went to deliver food to Song Qingyang, who was in prison and could hear the commotion outside.

When asked, Yun Zhao "honestly" told him what had happened outside.

Song Qingyang gloated, "Serves him right! He still dared to practice evil arts. I knew that thing would be discovered sooner or later."

Yun Zhao, always eager for gossip, asked in a low voice, "Second Master, from what you're saying, the head of the family really..."

Song Qingyang looked around and lowered his voice as well, "Of course it's true. I only locked him up here because I discovered he was practicing evil arts."

"Those who do many unrighteous deeds will surely perish. Look, Song Qinghua has been discovered, hasn't he?"

Yun Zhao trembled, slightly frightened. "Second Master, then... then the Patriarch needs people for cultivation, will we be..."

Song Qingyang looked at her sympathetically. "It's hard to say. Those servants in the past had their life essence and spiritual power drained. Song Qinghua was afraid they would die in the Song family, so he made up an excuse to send them away."

"Girl, since we get along so well, you should quickly think of a way to leave the Song family."

It's rare for Song Qingyang to show such kindness.

Yun Zhao hesitated for a while, then, as if she had thought of something, she gritted her teeth and said, "I won't leave. Second Master is a righteous man, yet he is trapped in prison. If I leave, no one will bring you food."

She twisted the meaning; without her, Song Qingyang wouldn't starve to death. However, Song Qingyang was so moved that he overlooked the inconsistency in her words.

"Good child," Song Qingyang said with emotion, "You are the first person to treat me so well. Don't worry, once I've turned my life around, I'll adopt you as my goddaughter and make you the eldest daughter of the Song family!"

Song Qingyang was full of heroic spirit, but his voice was still very low, as if he was afraid that others would hear him.

Yun Zhao's eyes flickered. "Second Master, don't talk big. You've been in prison for so long, how can you possibly turn things around?"

"Don't worry, as long as I work for the Song family for a day, you won't go hungry."

Song Qingyang scoffed, "Don't look down on me. I'm not a prisoner. I still have..."

"Oh dear! It's getting late, I should head back."

Yun Zhao interrupted Song Qingyang, saying something to him before hurrying out.

When Song Qingyang was the only one left in the prison, he suddenly slapped his forehead and said, "Damn it, my loose tongue, why do I keep saying everything?"

Fortunately, Xiaoyun is sensible and knows what she should know and what she shouldn't hear.

So understanding and considerate, and even offering help in her time of need, Song Qingyang's goodwill towards her increased even more.

Yun Zhao and the other two waited for Song Qinghua to return at the Song family home. Qi Yan and the others were also busy setting up various traps in the mountains, hoping to surprise Song Qinghua when they lured him out alone.

Of course, it could also be a shock.

After waiting for more than half a month, Yun Zhao noticed that the favorability rating would sometimes rise and sometimes fall.

When asked, the system said it didn't know either.

Yun Zhao was speechless: "By the way, you still haven't found out about that matter you investigated last time, have you? What use are you?"

The system coughed twice. "Well, I can save your life, host. If you're in danger, I'll definitely be able to save you."

Yun Zhao: "..."

Don't curse me.

Half a month later, Song Qinghua finally returned. Song Zhiyuan did not come back with him. According to him, Song Zhiyuan had returned to the Qingyun Sect.

“Miss Xue,” Song Qinghua said apologetically as he went to see Xue Huairui in person, “Zhiyuan had urgent business to attend to at the sect, so he returned early.”

"Don't worry, I'll arrange for someone to take you back."

Xue Huairui smiled and said, "It's alright, Uncle Song, please send someone to take me back to the sect."

She was so low-key that she had been cultivating in seclusion at the Song family and would not go out unless necessary, to the point that Song Zhiyuan almost forgot that he had a junior sister at home.

It wasn't until the night he set off to return to his sect that he remembered Xue Huairui.

Not only Song Zhiyuan, but Yun Zhao would not have known that Xue Huairui was still in the Song family if Xue Huairui hadn't passed through the kitchen area when she left the Song family.

Yun Zhao thought that Xue Huairui had left the Song family with Song Zhiyuan.

She looked at Xue Huairui's back, which seemed to exude a sense of "low presence," and felt somewhat puzzled.

In the original story, the female lead displayed a strong talent for cultivation, and together with the male lead Song Zhiyuan, they traveled around practicing chivalry and justice, gradually developing feelings for each other.

Because they both liked to wear white, cultivators in the cultivation world called them the "White-Clad Couple".

But now it seems that Song Zhiyuan and Xue Huairui appear to be very familiar with each other, but in reality, they are not very close.

strange.

Yun Zhao only thought about it for two seconds before putting it aside. Her goal was Qi Yan, and everything else was irrelevant to her.

Upon returning home, Song Qinghua immediately summoned all the elders. After learning what had happened, he immediately ordered the arrest of the black-robed evil cultivator to prove his innocence.

“Patriarch,” the Third Elder said with a bitter face, “I led people to search the entire Demon-Slaying City, but we still couldn’t find that evil cultivator.”

Song Qinghua frowned. "Then let's go out of the city to search. Maybe he's hiding outside the city. Even if we have to dig three feet into the ground, we must find him!"

The Third Elder hurriedly replied, "Yes!"

He then assigned tasks to the others, and they all left. Only Song Qinghua and the Grand Elder remained in the room, with the Grand Elder keeping a close eye on him.

Song Qinghua frowned. "Elder, why are you staring at me? Do you really think I'm a heretical cultivator...?"

“I don’t know,” the elder said calmly, “but patriarch, you are the patriarch of the Song family. Our Song family is the de facto ruler of Demon-Slaying City. There is no need for us to resort to such crooked methods.”

"It must be... someone framed you, right?"

Song Qinghua didn't know how he got back to his room. Just thinking about the elder's stern face made his mouth inexplicably dry.

He wanted to pour himself a glass of water, but found a note under the glass.