Poor girl is hated by everyone, villains drive her crazy

"...Chu Xiao?"

Song Yangtian had never seen Chu Xiao in person, but her family had been running a money shop for generations and had access to a lot of information. She could even draw a portrait of her enemy, Chu Xiao, with her eyes closed.

As soon as she saw the person in front of her, she recognized it as Chu Xiao.

That’s why it’s even more incredible.

She and Qing Pei were originally being chased by Yu Xi to arrange talisman paper. They accidentally saw the soil on the ground moving, as if a big insect was about to come out. Unexpectedly, after waiting for a while, Chu Xiao crawled out.

No, this really isn't a dream, is it?

Song Yangtian rubbed his eyes to make sure he was not seeing things, and quickly pinched Qingpei. Seeing Qingpei groan in pain, he was sure that he was not dreaming.

The enemy suddenly crawled out of the ground, covered in dirt and looking disheveled. It was a scene that could only appear in a dream!

A pie fell from the sky...and an enemy fell from the sky? !

When Song Yangtian was in doubt, Qingpei's expression changed instantly.

He had met Chu Xiao more than once.

In Qiuluo City and Xiaoyao Valley, nothing good would happen every time he saw Chu Xiao. In his eyes, this high and mighty immortal was simply a plague god who brought disaster.

Chu Xiao didn't know Song Yangtian, a mortal whom he normally wouldn't even glance at, but he recognized Qing Pei at first sight.

He had heard that Qingpei had been rescued and wanted to send someone to look for him, but he didn't expect Qingpei to appear in Chongshan.

In the past, Qingpei was just a fish that could be made into medicine in his eyes, but perhaps because he had just been taught a lesson by Zhong Xian, the next moment he saw Qingpei, he remembered that he had once skinned Qingpei alive.

It is not a good thing to meet Qingpei at this time.

He subconsciously wanted to make some hand gestures, but not only was half of his body still buried in the ground, he also had no magic power left, so there was no way he could cast a spell and escape.

He is the Immortal Lord! If dying at the hands of Zhong Xian was humiliating for him, then dying at the hands of a mortal and a fish was simply the heaviest and most painful torture.

He tried his best to escape, but his hair was suddenly pulled up by Qingpei.

Qingpei lowered his head and confirmed carefully, and found that he was indeed Chu Xiao.

The expression and aura are exactly the same, except that there is only one soul left in the body.

If it were an ordinary person's soul, it would be impossible to move at all, but who knows what Chu Xiao's clone is made of, and it can actually move like a normal person.

I don’t know how many lives were taken to create this body.

His extreme hatred made him unable to control his movements, and he grabbed Chu Xiao's neck with trembling hands.

"Is he really Chu Xiao?"

Song Yangtian looked at Qing Pei, "Is this not a dream? This scum was sent to us just like that?"

"This should be his new clone."

Qingpei looked at Chu Xiao holding his wrist, unable to breathe, and the corners of his mouth rose unconsciously, revealing a smile that seemed painful but relieved and crazy:

"It was him. After his clone was destroyed, he must have been seriously injured by someone, and only a remnant of his soul escaped here."

When Qingpei mentioned the clone, Chu Xiao's flushed face suddenly raised up, and he looked at Qingpei in shock and anger.

Could it be that his clone was destroyed by the fish in front of him? !

Just by looking at his expression, I could tell what he was thinking. He deliberately spoke harshly and laughed in relief:

"It wasn't all our fault, but we participated. Chu Xiao, how does it feel to have your life and death controlled by the ants in your eyes?"

As he spoke, pearls rolled out of his clear eyes, falling one by one to the ground, getting covered in mud, dust and dim.

He thought about so many things.

During these hundred years, he was imprisoned in a medicine barrel, but compared with the physical pain, his spirit was tortured more and collapsed every day.

He was always wondering why his people were being slaughtered, and why a good man like Brother Wen Yu was targeted by Chu Xiao and his gang of scum.

The villain was triumphant, but he had the protection of God, power, strength, and everything.

God is blind!

When he was rescued by Song Yangtian, he was in a trance and unable to communicate at all. It was Song Yangtian who gave him all kinds of elixirs to help him regain consciousness.

After he woke up, Song Yangtian only said one sentence to him:

"Cheer up and avenge the city lord. You are the only person who has lived in Qiuluo City and is still alive."

Therefore, when he learned from Yu Xi that Zhong Xian was Zhong Wenyu and was still alive, his joy was buried deep in his heart and he didn't know how to express it.

Now seeing his enemy in his hands, he could no longer stop crying; pain, anger, hatred... as well as nostalgia for the past and joy that his friend was still alive, all burst out at this moment.

When Song Yangtian heard Qing Pei confirm that the person in front of him was Chu Xiao, his mood gradually calmed down from the initial absurdity and disbelief.

She has two forces under her command.

One team helps Zun Jin, and the other team is composed entirely of descendants of the survivors of Qiuluo City.

They had never seen the prosperity of Qiuluo City and had no idea what kind of person Zhong Wenyu was.

But their ancestors passed down the obsession with revenge from generation to generation, and it has penetrated into their bones and flowed into their blood.

Song Yangtian once heard from his grandmother that the city lord was young and promising, kind and outspoken, and bright and clear-minded. However, because of this, he had never seen the evil thoughts that were like darkness, and that human hearts could be cruel beyond imagination.

The city lord died for them. Their lives were given by the city lord, and they should live for the city lord.

Now seeing the enemy he was obsessed with right in front of him, Song Yangtian lowered his eyes and slowly took out a dagger from his sleeve.

"Do you recognize this dagger?"

She squatted down and handed the dagger to Chu Xiao.

Chu Xiao was being strangled by Qing Pei at this time. He couldn't breathe, couldn't move, couldn't even make a sound, and blood vessels on his face were bulging.

His eyes fell on the dagger in Song Yangtian's hand, but he couldn't remember when he had seen this dagger.

"This is the dagger that your people threw to my ancestor, forcing him to stab the Lord of Qiuluo City. We have felt guilty for hundreds of years and have kept it until now. You created such a purgatory, but you have completely forgotten it.

"Fortunately, we can finally get revenge now."

Song Yangtian narrated all this very calmly, but for the first time, Chu Xiao trembled so much that he couldn't control his breathing during such calm words.

Mortals are like floating things, born in the morning and dead in the evening, their lives are thinner than paper, but they can maintain an obsession for hundreds of years and have the courage to fight against the heaven.

He felt fear from mortals.

Realizing that Song Yangtian had placed the dagger on his neck, he used up the last of his strength and struggled to squeeze out a vague voice from his throat:

"Don't, kill me..."

He prayed instinctively.

He had a premonition in his spiritual consciousness that he was really going to die this time.

His soul will be devoured by the bell strings, and he will suffer an endless cycle of living a life worse than death.

But Song Yangtian and Qingpei simply cut his throat, and chopped off his head bit by bit with a rusty and blunt knife, ending his life and ruining his escape plan.

As his head rolled down, Chu Xiao saw that he was now among the sea of ​​clouds high in the mountains.

Somehow, he thought of the time when he had just started practicing Taoism, when he ascended to the clouds and mist and looked down on all the mountains.

What was he thinking at that time? What was his mood?

I can't recall. I can't remember.

He only remembered how wonderful power and strength were, and that his past self could never be found again.