Surprise! The popular villain is actually Long Aotian's wife

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The two strings of candied haws left on the ground were already covered in mud, and the sugar on them had long since melted and flowed all over the ground.

Mu Ling suddenly became panic-stricken and crushed a dead branch under his feet.

Treating the villagers had consumed a lot of her spiritual energy, and now she was very weak. She leaned against the door frame and looked inside.

The hall was in a mess, and neither the little clay doll nor the little Yin spirit were anywhere to be seen.

Liu Laosan was stunned: "The Queen, the Queen has appeared!"

The person in front of him looked and dressed just like the statue come alive.

Mu Ling was anxious, not caring whether to reveal himself in front of strangers, and asked hurriedly: "Did anything happen in the temple today?"

Liu Laosan immediately showed a guilty look on his face, and knelt down to apologize, "Please forgive me, Your Majesty. It was my fault that the young master from Piyang Prefecture brought his disciples to destroy your temple, and I couldn't stop them, so I let them destroy it beyond recognition..."

Mu Ling raised her hand to treat the bruises on his body and left in a hurry.

When Liu Laosan raised his head again, the Empress had disappeared.

He stood up and suddenly found that the leg that had hit the corner of the table was completely healed. He couldn't help but feel even more grateful.

The goddess must have sympathized with his old age and his years of devout service, and even if he had no merits, he had worked hard. That's why she forgave his fault for failing to take good care of him this time and mercifully treated him.

But thinking of the mess in the temple, Liu Laosan felt distressed again and planned to contact some pilgrims in the town to renovate the temple for the goddess.

Piyang Prefecture.

Mu Ling's face was as gloomy as water. He raised his hand to snatch the sword from an attacking disciple and put it on his neck. He said in a cold tone, "I am the Queen's Guan Guan Ling. Tell your Young Master to return my son and nephew to us!"

The disciple was horrified and hurried into the palace to report.

"Grandpa Huo! Grandpa Huo, help me!"

The child in brocade clothes hugged the old man's arm in panic.

The old man looked at his young master lovingly, and he touched his young master's head and said, "What is it that makes our young master so anxious? Tell me and let grandpa help you solve it."

The child in brocade clothes lowered his head and said, "I, I took people to the Niangniang Temple..."

The Mud Demon and the Yin Ghost were not as strong as him, so he could kill them easily. However, the Wood Demon had the cultivation level of the Condensation Veins Stage, and he could not defeat it no matter what.

He gritted his teeth and told her everything that had happened before.

The old man's face became serious. "Is the mud demon still there? Is the ghost still alive?"

"The ghost should still be soaking in the river. As for the mud monster, the mud spirit in it has been killed by me with weak water. Now there is only the ordinary mud in the box." The child in brocade clothes handed over the lacquer box in his arms.

"You also stole the master's weak water?" The old man was shocked. He closed his eyes the moment he opened the lacquer box and said in a deep voice, "Bad."

There was no life in the box.

The child in brocade clothes asked hurriedly, "What should I do? The evil spirit outside will definitely kill me. Grandpa Huo, save me."

The old man's eyes were stern: "With this old man here, I don't know who dares to touch our young master!"

Then he gently comforted the child in brocade clothes.

"It doesn't matter. Now that I've done it, I'll just have to do it thoroughly."

"Thank you, Grandpa Huo. I knew that Grandpa Huo loved A Ying the most." The child in brocade clothes threw himself into the old man's arms.

"If Grandpa Huo doesn't love us Ah Ying, who else can he love? Even if I have to sacrifice my life, no one can hurt our young master."

"Then...can you please not let father know about this?" The child in brocade clothes raised his head and asked, his voice softened and his eyes full of pleading.

The old man looked doting and said, "Okay, we won't tell him. When Grandpa Huo gets rid of the wood monster for you, this matter will be kept secret."

Then he looked at his trusted disciple beside him with a sharp gaze, "Go and bring the ghost here. If he is not dead, you can use him to write an article."

The confidant took the order and left.

Only a few people know what happened later.

It is said that Chief Steward Huo had the mansion door opened to welcome Mu Ling into the house, and threatened Yin Ling's life to force her to reveal the matter.

"It is better to take a step back and both sides will be safe than to seek death by overestimating one's own abilities. I think Madam is smart and should know how to weigh the pros and cons."

This is what Chief Steward Huo said.

Mu Ling just wanted to laugh out loud and say it was ridiculous.

You let a mother back off for her child?

Let her weigh the pros and cons?

Let her watch the murderer who killed the child live safely in the world, grow up without worries, practice peacefully, and embark on the path of immortality?

It's really ridiculous.

The wood spirit took the dying little Yin spirit away as if nothing had happened, brought it back to the temple, and sealed it in a statue to nurture it.

Next, she will fulfill her responsibilities as a mother.

She wants justice for her child.

Unable to break the barrier, she would guard the gate of Piyang Mansion every day, and kill anyone who dared to come out.

After Mu Ling knocked out the third disciple who wanted to go out, the people of Piyang Prefecture finally couldn't bear it anymore.

The duty of the disciples of Piyang Mansion is to safeguard the safety of the mortal world and maintain peace. Now they are blocked and cannot get out, so all patrol missions cannot be carried out.

"How dare you! How can a mere wood demon like you threaten the Piyang Prefecture?"

Chief Steward Huo said in a stern voice, and then waved to call over a team of disciples, all of whom were at the fifth level in cultivation.

"I wanted to let you go, but I didn't expect you to be so ungrateful and seek your own death!" Manager Huo said arrogantly and disdainfully.

A roar came down.

"Disciples of Piyang Prefecture, listen up! Build a formation to repel evil!"

Ten long swords flew out from all directions at the same time, trapping the wood spirit.

The long sword was infused with spiritual power by the disciples, and it shone with astonishing brightness. The sword light flickered, and a huge Yin-Yang Bagua sword disk vaguely appeared in the air.

Hundreds of cold sword shadows poured down from the sword disk like falling rain, breaking through the air and stabbing towards the woman in green skirt in the center of the formation.

Mu Ling's expression was extremely cold. The sleeves of her green skirt fluttered wide and she flew up, spinning quickly like a green leaf that was ready to die.

The sleeves and hems of his clothes swirled wildly, as light and fragile as a leaf, yet as hard as a rock of steel, sweeping away hundreds of densely packed iron swords.

The sounds of breaking through the air came one after another.

Countless iron swords were inserted into the surrounding open space, all of which were one foot deep into the stone slabs. Some of the fragile ones were directly broken into two pieces.

This move was extremely powerful. It directly broke the formation of the disciples of Piyang Mansion with its hardness breaking the hardness, but the consumption was also obvious.

Mu Ling had already spent a lot of her spiritual energy suppressing chickenpox among the large number of sick children in the town. Now she was seeking revenge without any consequences. In fact, she knew this.

This journey is dangerous and there is probably no way back.

But the danger was nothing. Her A Ni was brutally murdered, and the little Yin Ling was tortured to death.

She was all they had.

Only she can get justice for them.

Although Mu Ling blocked the formation, his arms were cut with numerous wounds in the process. Green blood soaked through his wide sleeves and dripped down his slender fingertips in large drops.

It drips faster and faster until it flows like a silk thread.

Mu Ling ignored the wound on his arm. Now was not the time to waste spiritual energy on healing himself.

Her face was as pale as paper and she looked extremely weak, but her eyes were surprisingly bright and filled with strong hatred.

That day, countless disciples of Piyang Prefecture saw the woman in green skirt walking towards the gate of the prefecture step by step.

Disciples who came forward to stop her were slapped away one after another by her. Even those who failed to act in time were pierced through the chest by several iron swords by disciples who attacked from both sides.

She was covered in blood, but still moved forward tenaciously.

Standing at the gate of the mansion, the child in brocade clothes holding a lacquer box in his hands was so frightened that he could not stand.

He yelled, "Grandpa Huo! Kill her!"

The old man finally moved. His figure was like a white falcon, and he struck out with a palm with majestic momentum.

The spiritual power has almost condensed into substance.

At that moment, everyone heard the sound of wood breaking.

The wood spirit flew backwards like a leaf without any attachment and fell to the ground.

Under the pressure of the legal prohibition, except for the Lord of Piyang Prefecture, everyone's cultivation level is only at the Condensing Veins level at most.

Mu Ling and the old man both have this level of cultivation.

However, Mu Ling had already consumed a large amount of spiritual energy and was facing interception by a group of disciples from Piyang Mansion, so she was destined to be no match for the old man in this battle.

The setting sun is blood-red, bringing endless sorrow.

Mu Ling exhausted his last bit of life, his already thin body was pierced by dozens of iron swords, his usually gentle eyes bulged wide open, and he died under the bloody setting sun.

There was still a half blood-red sun reflected in his eyes.