A Self-Rescue Guide for Thousands of Suspects [Quick Transmigration]

Zhong Xue looked at the unmasked uncle in front of him begging for help, Mo Qingai nodded and said that what she just said was true.

Feng Ye smiled, "Don't worry, I'm not as pernicious as the legend says."

Zhong Xue grew up listening to horror stories about demons killing and setting fire to eat children. At first, she thought that guy was a vicious person, but it was really surprising that she grew up to be so shameless as a woman.

And during the conversation, the other party seemed normal, not like the unpredictable and murderous character in the script.

"Oh..." Zhong Xue murmured, then raised her head to stare at Feng Ye again, "Demon...uh, that Mr. Feng, do you have a way to punish that Zuo Wuyin?"

Feng Ye spread his hands: "The Demon Realm is my territory. After Zuo Wuyin has been in charge for a few days, I am afraid it will be difficult to convince the public. What's more, the Demon Realm respects power, and the name Demon Lord was washed out of blood. That guy sneaked around without doing anything. Is there anyone willing to pick up the bargain later?"

"There are a lot of people who can't stand him, and so many people who coveted the position of the Demon Lord have not made a move." He sneered, "That's why he was so eager to collude with Qingjun, and framed Qing Ai and me to disrupt the cultivation world —I’m afraid I won’t even be able to sleep well after knowing that I’m not dead.”

"Framed?" Zhong Xue hasn't returned to the sect since he left the mountain half a month ago, and he hasn't heard about Rui Chuan yet.

Mo Qingai gave her a long story short, and said, "Qingjun is not the only ghost in the Jingxin sect, and it is not safe in the ancient mirror. It will be even worse if you go back."

After hearing this, Zhong Xue pursed her lips, "Then my father?"

"..." Mo Qingai was silent. After the accident, he cut off the contact with the head in one direction. If Jingxin sent someone to believe that he had done something evil, the contact at this time might implicate the head.

"Brother should be fine." He said, "To be the head of the Meditation Sect, one must have the ability to distinguish right from wrong. Qingjun has many flaws, and your father should have gone to investigate."

"He won't!" Zhong Xue wrinkled her nose as she recalled the scene of that day, "My father said that he was a good match, and that he was Wan Gan's personal and beloved disciple who hated the old man—can you believe the surname Wan? I think he lost his son, so find someone close to him to take care of him!"

Wan Qian's beloved disciple?

The blood vessels in the corners of Feng Ye's eyes were throbbing, remembering that day when he asked Wan Gan that he had indeed said that "I" killed his son, no wonder he had such a big hatred, every time he saw himself he would eat him alive.

"Did I kill it?" Feng Ye asked Mo Qingai with sideways eyes.

Zhong Xue didn't realize what the two were talking about, and heard her uncle say, "Yes."

"Why?"

"In Ruchen's 57th year, Dongjiang's demon cultivators were rampant. Wan Zhiyuan, the son of Wan Qian, and a group of disciples went to get rid of the demonic Dao, and died tragically. However, there are many doubts in this case, but because of the tyrannical behavior of the Demon Lord, there have been grievances for a long time, so they put all the crimes on it at once."

Feng Ye asked 001: "I really killed it?"

001 immediately searched for the setting of the script, and replied, "No, you were outside giving Qing Juncai a psychic cleansing marrow and tonic herbs."

"..." Feng Ye went through the lengthy name in his mind with a headache, "Who is that?"

"The background of the script is not mentioned, and you need to explore it yourself, Colonel."

Knowing that it wasn't him, Feng Ye was mostly relieved.

He affirmed: "It's not me, there is someone else."

Mo Qingai looked at him, and he looked back, "Do you remember who are those disciples?"

"I don't know, probably those under Wan Gan." The man shook his head, "You want to ask Qing Jun?"

"Ah."

"There is him." Zhong Xue on the side finally found the part he knew in the enigmatic conversation between the two, "There was indeed him that day, I remember he went out with Senior Brother Zhiyuan, and he wore a blue robe like others , I was laughed at for a long time, but painting a tiger is not an anti-dog—"

At this point, Zhong Xue was startled, "Could it be that Senior Brother Zhiyuan is..."

"It's possible." Feng Ye paused and changed his words, "That guy probably did it."

Zhong Xue's face was ugly, and she scolded: "That bastard actually killed his fellow disciples!"

She scolded neatly and sincerely, and many people around looked at her.

Feng Ye grinned and glanced around, and the scarlet magic pupil forcibly frightened him back.

Mo Qingai patted his hand, telling the young man to restrain himself.

I don't know if it's affected by the cultivation of devil energy, sometimes Feng Ye looks like a wild beast, baring his fangs anytime and anywhere.

Feng Ye was slapped by Mo Qingai, and he grabbed his wrist with his backhand and held him.

Mo Qingai felt itchy in her palm, and raised her hand to rub his hair.But this person is still like a puppy most of the time, scratching his chin is good.

Adding another member to the revenge army, Feng Ye led his boyfriend and his niece to cross Wuling.

After Wuling passed, there was no road on the mountain, the trees and grass were densely packed, and thick fog gradually formed in the depths.

Feng Ye followed 001's instructions and bit a bloody mouth on his fingertips, but the dark red blood beads did not flow along his hand, but gathered in the mist and floated in the air.

"Follow it." Feng Ye pointed to the road ahead, "There is a formation in the thick fog, and you can't go out without the guidance of the magic blood."

Mo Qingai stared at her wrist which was grabbed by Feng Ye, and took a long time to look away.

The ominous breath in the thick fog made the two spiritual practitioners a little uncomfortable. Luckily, Mo Qingai was only tired of the humid and smelly water vapor in the air, but Zhong Xue was greatly affected by the devil's energy because of her lack of cultivation, and the more she walked, the more she walked. Slowly, the robes were soaked in the end.

"There is no aura of heaven and earth in the magic mist. It is normal for cultivators to feel uncomfortable, so they can only grit their teeth and persevere." Feng Ye turned his head and glanced at Zhong Xue, and threw her a candy cake wrapped in oil paper, "The noodle shop kitchen is fine, It will be much better after eating."

"That's why you monks can't break into the lair of the demon world." He whistled, "Just passing through the mist, we have to sift out all the small wastes below the nascent soul, and the remaining few old antiques were killed by the demons before they came to the door." Xiu surrounded."

The little good-for-nothing Zhong Xue wiped the sweat from his forehead, but he didn't have the strength to refute Feng Ye's words.

"If it weren't for me, Qing Ai, it would be difficult for you to find your way." Feng Ye raised his eyebrows, "How about it, do you want to find a way to turn me against me, this will be your back garden from now on."

As he spoke, he was rubbed on the head.

Mo Qingai smiled: "How to instigate rebellion?"

"Serve me with color." The red-clothed demon cultivator took the man's hand to his face and touched it, "Mo Xianjun is so stunning, he must be an excellent double cultivation partner."

Zhong Xue covered her eyes from behind, the candy cake in her mouth seemed to be sour rather than sweet.

After walking for half an hour, the thick fog gradually cleared away, revealing half a small town in the shadow of the woods, with row upon row of houses, which was exactly the same as the town just now.

Mo Qingai raised her eyes, "Is this Wuling?"

"No." Feng Ye said, "This is Youling."

He smiled: "Do you know why no cultivator has been able to enter here alive for thousands of years?"

Zhong Xue asked: "Is it because of the fog that swallowed spiritual power?"

"Almost." Feng Ye added, "There is a saying that 'believe it or not believe it or not', if you have the mentality of 'looking for the devil world', even with the guidance of the devil's blood, you will not be able to enter it for a lifetime. Home is not about 'finding', but 'going to the devil world'. This is the difference between a mountain and a mountain without a mountain."

Zhong Xue was taken aback.

"I guess you were not deceived after staying in that small town for a long time." Feng Ye said, "You followed others up the mountain, but you didn't follow and went to Wuling."

The dense fog is actually a mirror. Once people have doubts about the destination, they will be led in the wrong direction.

But if a person has never been to a place, what he thinks in his heart must be "finding" instead of "going".

Feng Ye turned his head and waved, and said to the panting little girl, "After that is the realm of the demon cultivator, do you want to follow us, or go find Zuo Wuyin by yourself?"

Zhong Xue paused.

"I always advocate retribution for revenge and retribution for resentment." The young man smiled with a hint of evil, "Is it what you want to kill the enemy with your own hands?"

The devil's blood suspended in the air trembled, and condensed into a round coral bead, which fell into Zhong Xue's hand.

Feng Ye got the answer from her eyes, he waved his hand, "If you can't beat it, just crush the pearls and don't be brave, when the time comes, your uncle and I will come to rescue you, little niece."

Zhong Xue looked at Mozun's scarlet eyes, clasped her fists in salute, bid farewell to the two, left a sentence of "Thank you two uncles" before disappearing.

"Why don't I know when I entered the household registration of your Meditation Sect." Feng Ye shrugged, and said to Mo Qingai, "Let's go, Mrs. Feng, your niece and niece have already stamped our certification."

Mo Qingai didn't refute, but with a smile in her eyes, she heard Feng Ye mutter, "I've never been to my own house, so I'm taking advantage of you."

The two passed by with their swords in Youling Town.

After walking to the town, Mo Qingai could see the difference between this place and Wuling. The streets of the town were infinitely deeper, and it was much larger than the previous town.

Behind the small town is a city built on the back of the mountain, with stairs arranged and surrounded by clouds and mist. Except that there is no trace of spiritual power here, it is almost like a fairyland, which is completely different from the description of hell in the storybook.

"Moxiu still has normal aesthetics, who would make his home look like that." Feng Ye said.

He looked at the towering building at the top, which was a palace built across the top of the mountain.

I never thought that the Demon Palace would be so magnificent, it was almost like a palace in the world.

Feng Ye squeezed his hand into Mo Qingai's palm.

"Madam Feng, this is a dowry gift for you, are you satisfied?"