The Right Protector of the Demon Sect is reborn

It seems to be possible...

Obviously, none of the undead in the Mountain of the Dead know who they are, but there is only one person who clearly knows his identity, and that is the young ghost.

A young ghost who claims to be Song Zixu's former apprentice.

what......

It seems like everything can be explained.

Lou Xinzhou suddenly realized something.

In order for the Ghost King to not be the Ghost King, he must completely forget his identity as the Ghost King and live as another person.

That's why the young ghost wondered why he couldn't get out. He successfully forgot that he was the King of Ghosts, but for thousands of years, the shadow of not being able to get out had always shrouded him, so he subconsciously thought that he couldn't get out and needed help from others.

"..."

So that's how it is. From the very beginning, the young ghost she met was the Ghost King himself, and the black shadow was really just the embodiment of its resentment.

Tang Xinyan must have been possessed by this young ghost, after all, it was not far from the place where the seal was broken.

However, Si You is from the Wu Gu Sect, and he doesn't know the knowledge of the formation. Why can he come up with this idea? In a sense, this ghost king is really powerful.

Hmm? Wait, there seems to be another question, where did the real pine nut go?

"Well, this can only be an unsolved mystery."

When Xue Tang heard Nan Rongnian say this, his passion suddenly disappeared and he fell limply on the table.

"But, Master told me the second half of the story yesterday. Are you interested?"

The three of them were silent for a long time, and Xue Tang started the topic again.

"Ah, is there a second half to this story?"

Ma Ziming looked over when he heard the words. Although he had a disdainful tone, the way his body turned towards him revealed his true thoughts.

"Junior brother, can't you be more frank?" Xue Tang saw his true intention and said helplessly, "Be careful or I won't tell you anymore."

"Brother, please speak quickly."

Nan Rongnian shook his head gently and spoke, somewhat helplessly.

"Ok."

Seeing that Nan Rongnian had spoken, Xue Tang no longer cared whether Ma Ziming could be frank or not. He took a sip of water and cleared his throat. The two thought he was about to speak, but unexpectedly, this man took out a piece of red square wood from somewhere, slammed it on the table like a gavel, and then shouted.

"It was mentioned in the last book!"

Everyone else in the room was startled by his inexplicable action. Lou Xinzhou looked speechlessly at the mahogany chair with a missing section behind Xue Tang, not knowing what to say for a moment.

Ma Ziming held his forehead and turned to the side, looking a little speechless. Only Nan Rongnian picked up the teacup and drank a sip of water without changing his expression.

"The disciple and the master are both men, but the master has other thoughts about the disciple."

"Can you please talk nicely?" Ma Ziming turned his head away, unable to bear it any longer. "It smells like a teahouse."

"Ahem, it makes more sense to tell the story this way."

Xue Tang replied.

"what?"

Ma Ziming didn't understand at all, his face twitched slightly, but seeing that Xue Tang was very persistent, he could only let him go.

"It is said that this disciple was originally an ordinary citizen from a village under the Wu Gu Sect. Although his life was not rich, his family of ten could have enough to eat. One day he went up the mountain to chop wood and was unfortunately trapped in the mountain. When he returned home the next morning, he found that everyone in his village had disappeared overnight."

"Why are you suddenly talking about this disciple's life story?"

Nan Rongnian listened to Xue Tang finish his speech and found the right moment to interrupt him.

"You'll know when you listen later."

Xue Tang smiled.

"You really think you are a storyteller."

Ma Ziming also laughed.

"Ahem, this disciple was extremely grief-stricken and secretly investigated for a long time. All the clues he got pointed to Tongxinwu, one of the six major sects."

"And then?" Ma Ziming supported his chin with one hand and couldn't help yawning. "Can't you just get to the point? It's impossible that all the thousands of people in the Wu Gu Sect were killed by this disciple, right?"

"I guess so, although he didn't do it himself."

Xue Tang replied with a smile, Ma Ziming had just said it casually, but he didn't expect it to be right, he yawned halfway and paused slightly.

"Really?"

"What does it mean to count?"

Nan Rongnian asked.

Lou Xinzhou also sat up straight with some curiosity. The young ghost, the ghost king who pretended to be her disciple Song Zixu, had also told her a reason. In order to prove how much he loved his disciple, the master slaughtered all the Wu Gu family. She felt something was wrong at that time. It turned out that it was not an illusion.

"Then the master fell in love with this disciple, right? But the disciple never expressed his attitude, so after he learned the reasons why the disciple came to the sect, he took it upon himself to avenge the disciple."

Eh?

Lou Xinzhou got a very unexpected result and was a little surprised.

"That's why there are so many resentful souls in the Dead Mountain."

Ma Ziming exclaimed.

......

The night was heavy, bubbles were gurgling from the rotten black mud, and the dead branches were creaking in the wind, like ostentatious ghosts. In the darkness, the ghost's white light was dim. There was no life in this space, only a suffocating deathly air, and countless intermittent, faint sobs.

"Gooji."

I don't know who stepped into this muddy and dead land. He walked silently for a long time and finally stopped in front of a curled up woman.

The woman's clothes were completely stained by the black mud, and it was even difficult to recognize their original appearance. Only a small bell around her waist revealed her identity.

"Hello~"

The person who came was a tall man. He bent down and squatted in front of the woman and called out softly. Although the voice was not loud, it still scared the vengeful spirits in this place, and the sparse white light suddenly disappeared.

The woman also paused, then slowly and with difficulty raised her head.

"Who are you?"

The man did not answer, but rummaged in his sleeves for a long time, took out something wrapped in white cloth and handed it over.

"I'm here to deliver something."

The man said with a smile, seeming very casual.

But when the white cloth fell, it was revealed to be a pile of white bones. A somewhat dark yellow skull was held high and presented to the woman.

“Ah…Ah!”

The woman seemed to be frightened. She suddenly moved back a long way, her face distorted and her eyes red.

"Ah~" The visitor was not surprised by her reaction. He tilted his head slightly, put away the smile on his face, and asked in a low voice, "So you don't want it anymore?"

After saying that, he got up and left.

The woman shuddered after hearing that. She lowered her head and her body couldn't help shaking slightly. After a long time, she spoke with difficulty.

"don't want......"

"Ok?"

The man turned and looked at her.

"Give him back to me."

The woman spoke softly, her voice was so small that it seemed like she was crying and hiding deep pain.

"What did you say?"

The man asked, not sure if he really didn't hear clearly.

"Give me back Ash, give me back my apprentice..."

"Heh." The man finally laughed after hearing that. He held the dark yellow skull, turned around, and murmured in a low voice, "Is it really like this?"

"Your obsession is very similar to mine."

The skull was thrown casually on the ground. The man left after saying a few words. The smelly mud slowly crawled onto the eerie white bones. The woman crawled over like crazy and held it in her arms.

"Ash, my Ash, I've been looking for you for a long time..."

The night was heavy, and cries were heard everywhere in the Mountain of the Dead.