She became a god

Even though she had some suspicions in her mind, Ye Qingzhou still felt a chill of fear when she heard the news of Princess Xuan Song's death.

The Iron-Eating Beast Clan did lose many demons, but it wasn't the cubs that died; rather, it was the elite Iron-Eating Beasts of this generation, led by Princess Xuan Song.

"Princess Xuan Song died for the people and should be an example for us all."

The iron-eating beast's eyes were filled with tears. "Those who died were not the old, weak, sick, or young, but the young and strong Princess Xuan Song and a group of geniuses. Heaven is truly unjust!"

Ye Qingzhou tentatively said, "Don't worry, don't forget the purpose of our trip."

"The clan leader was reluctant to hold a grand funeral for the princess, but unexpectedly, Princess Ye, Little Princess Long Yi, and Little Princess Hu Ling all came to pay their respects in person."

Goodness, this ghost is really something.

What were supposed to be funeral invitations turned into requests for help from various ethnic groups.

After sending away the iron-eating beast, Ye Qingzhou quickly sent all the known information to the Queen Mother and other demons. He also gave jade tokens to his people, instructing them to use the Mountain Wind Technique to pinch the tokens and enter the Qiankun bag in his hand that could hold living creatures if things went wrong.

The jade token is the pass to enter the Qiankun Bag.

In recent years, under Ye Qingzhou's influence, the red panda clan, which already cherishes life, has become even more appreciative of it.

Therefore, Ye Qingzhou was not worried that the clansmen would not know to flee.

If there are any clansmen who ran away without knowing why, it can only be said that their fate has run out, or they don't want to live anymore. Ye Qingzhou can't save them or do anything about it.

What troubles Ye Qingzhou the most right now is whether or not to remind Hu Ling and the others.

Logically speaking, since we have no grudges against each other and are all fellow sufferers, it would be best for us to unite.

But Ye Qingzhou is now unsure whether the demons she saw, such as Hu Ling and Long Yi, are really alive.

If I send out a message rashly, what if I alert the enemy and get myself into trouble?

Ye Qingzhou thought for a moment, then first found Long Yan on the jade slip, briefly explained the matter to him, and asked him how to confirm that the other party was the real Long Yi before going to visit him.

After confirming everything repeatedly using the methods provided by Longyan, Ye Qingzhou finally told Long Yi everything.

Hearing that the ghost he feared, the one who was claiming his life, was right beside him, even Long Yi, who was usually very brave, couldn't help but feel a chill of fear.

But one thing remained unclear to her: "Since time here is accelerating rather than decelerating, why don't we just send a message to our clan? Why are you so worried, fellow Daoist?"

Ye Qingzhou sighed, "The faster we can transmit information, the faster the ghosts can claim lives."

“Fellow Daoist Long Yi, perhaps the ghost will come after one of our demons at any moment.”

Long Yi said with distress, "I thought only one would die tomorrow, but Xuan Song is already dead, so those iron-eating beasts we saw at the foot of the mountain today must also be dead. I didn't count them carefully, but there must have been more than a hundred of them. The total number of demons in our three clans is only a few dozen."

"Furthermore, since Xuan Song has become a ghost, what she said today is most likely a lie. Does that mean we have no clue at all?"

Ye Qingzhou shook his head. "We still have clues. The clues are on Hu Ling."

"Tiger?"

"The Iron-Eating Beast I saw said that the recent deaths of its members were all adult elites, but the clue that Fellow Daoist Hu Ling mentioned came from the dead Iron-Eating Beast cubs."

Long Yi understood, "Either Hu Ling and Xuan Song are in cahoots, or she was also deceived, or..."

Ye Qingzhou chimed in, "Either she's trying to be the mantis stalking the cicada, unaware of the oriole behind."