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

"Auntie."

"Mother, I went out to play today and watched the old lady at the village head picking vegetables."

"Mother, hold me."

"Mother, I'm back."

"Mother, look at him, hahaha, he has no hair in the middle of his head, it's covered with the hair on the sides, haha."

"Mother, my brother and I went out to play."

"I brought candied haws for my mother."

"Mother, my brother said he wanted to teach me how to write, but he couldn't get any pen or ink, so he used my finger to dip in water and write. Hum, and he still says he is a teacher."

"I picked a flower that I thought was very beautiful and gave it to my mother."

"I met new friends. One young lady even stole cloth and needles from home and said she would sew clothes for me. I am looking forward to it."

"Ani wants a bellyband."

"Show my new clothes to Auntie."

"Today, I went to a private school with my brother. Ah Ni didn't understand. What's this, what's that, is the teacher's beard itchy?"

"Ani can recite the poem now. Recite it to A Niang. A Niang, listen carefully. Brother, don't laugh."

"Look, mother, it's a small box. You picked it up. You didn't steal it from other temples."

"Ani wants so much money to buy so many candied haws. Humph, don't give them to your brother."

"Okay, I'll give you half of it reluctantly."

"Today, a man was pulling a cart of oranges. When he was going downhill, the cart flipped over and all the oranges ran away."

"Ani helped him pick up oranges, but he got scared and ran away without even taking the oranges."

"Here."

In the Niangniang's viewing hall, a tiny clay figure struggled to climb over the high threshold and held up a golden orange in his hand to show her.

Mu Ling smiled softly and reached out to take it.

The fingertips didn't touch, but a cold light flickered.

I saw a child in brocade clothes holding a magic sword high in the air, slashing at the little clay figure with malice on his face.

"Do not--"

The shrill screams tore through the dream and the picture quickly distorted.

A blurry blue-black light condensed above the roots of the grape vines.

Mu Ling woke up from a sticky dream, with black air surrounding him and murderous intent in his eyes.

The resentful woman is resurrected.

"Report! Palace Master, the resentful woman is coming."

A disciple came hurriedly to report.

At the gate of the mansion, inside the barrier.

The sickly lord of the mansion was exchanged for the young lord of the mansion wearing brocade clothes.

The white-haired butler gathered all the disciples of Piyang Mansion, and they all stood guard with their weapons drawn.

And the duo of onlookers who were hiding far away.

They looked like they were dividing the Chu River and Han Street with the people from Piyang Prefecture, and one of them looked like he was enjoying the show with great interest.

The spiritual pet Xiao Jin was lazily curled up at its feet, with a ghost spirit wrapped around its tail.

Qi Wu Yue took out a handful of melon seeds and kicked Xiao Jin.

Xiao Jin immediately stood up flatteringly and served as a chair for the boss. Qi Wu Yue sat on the lion's back, crossed his legs in an extremely arrogant manner, and ate melon seeds leisurely.

Even the snack waste and melon seed shells were handled by a special person. Xiao Lin reached out to take them and burned them to ashes in flames.

Qi Wu Yue had sharp eyes and a vicious mouth. He caught a glimpse of a dark blue color and gloated, "Look, Lord Piyang, retribution has come. They are here to kill your son."

The child in brocade clothes was angry: "You——"

Pressed down by a thin, pale hand.

The child in brocade clothes didn't dare to act unruly in front of his father and swallowed his breath unwillingly.

The Lord of Piyang Mansion looked frail, yet his cultivation was only at the first or second level of Condensing Veins.

The restraint of the prohibition law on him is slightly weaker. Logically speaking, his cultivation should be at the Soul Sealing Stage.

It seems that his realm has fallen very badly, which may be the reason why he looks like he will not live long.

Qi Wu Yue could roughly guess that Mu Ling possessed a large amount of power of faith, which was very similar to that of a Half-Step Immortal. It was not impossible for the former to fuse a little magic power of the latter with the power of faith.

During the fight between Mu Lingding and the Lord of Piyang Mansion, he used his strength to disrupt the ban in the sky, making the ban's "leniency" towards the Lord of Piyang Mansion disappear completely and pulled everyone to the same platform.

The Lord of Piyang Palace gave a bitter smile and said, "I knew this day would come... ahem... I have long been unworthy of being the Lord of this Palace."

Manager Huo at the side had a complicated expression, "Master, are you going to give up the young master too?"

"Uncle Huo, you can't avoid what's coming."

The child in brocade clothes was panicked, "Father...are you going to hand me over?"

Manager Huo glanced at the child in brocade clothes who shook his head, gritted his teeth and said, "Master, before the lady died..."

The Lord of Piyang Mansion raised his hand to interrupt him, "Chao Yun asked me to raise the child well and also... to give her some motherly love.

But Uncle Huo, there are some things you have to bear the consequences for, so you don’t have to remind me deliberately.

As a father, I can’t hand over my child and watch him die.”

"The only way I can fulfill my final duty to him today is to... die here in battle."

He lowered his head and said bitterly, "I can't see or control what the outcome will be."

"Whether you are blessed or cursed, alive or dead, it has nothing to do with me. The relationship between father and son ends here." The man looked into the eyes of the child in brocade clothes and spoke resolutely.

"Father!" The child in brocade clothes had tears in his eyes and stretched out his hand timidly to grab the man's sleeve, but he brushed it away.

"Oh, the Lord of Piyang Mansion is also going to take responsibility for the lives of more than 70 children? Qi Wu Yue finished eating melon seeds, brushed off the unnecessary dust, and said something indifferently.

The man's face instantly turned pale. He held the boy's shoulders with both hands and asked sternly, "What do you mean more than 70 children? How many more people have you harmed and how much evil have you committed?"

"I...don't...don't." The child in brocade clothes said with trembling lips.

The Lord of Piyang Palace looked at the disciples behind him with a sharp look and said in a deep voice: "Speak!"

The disciples buried their heads in silence, and no one dared to be the first to speak out.

"During these three years of seemingly peaceful times, Piyang Prefecture sent its disciples to kidnap children from the villagers, imbued them with the aura of mud spirits, and sent them to appease the resentful woman. The resentful woman went insane and mistook them for her own children.

But this method only works temporarily. Whenever the resentful woman wakes up, those innocent children become the targets of her anger.

The resentful woman did not cause trouble to the Piyang Prefecture for three years because during those three years, substitutes were continuously delivered to her one after another, totaling seventy-two.

"There are two or three children whose bodies are missing in every village. Don't you know anything about this?" Xiao Lin asked in a cold voice.

There was a muffled sound.

Manager Huo knelt on the ground and said, "Master, the master really doesn't know that I ordered my disciples to snatch those children."

After saying this, he kowtowed deeply to the mansion master, "I know that my hands are full of murderous sins that are unforgivable, but as long as I can protect the young master, I don't care about much else."

The Lord of Piyang Mansion was furious and said in a hateful voice: "Uncle Huo, you are possessed by a demon!"

He was so furious that his body could no longer bear it. He bent over, covered his mouth and coughed heartbreakingly.

Bright red blood flowed out from between his fingers and fell to the ground.

"Father!" The child in brocade clothes held him nervously, turned his head and shouted, "Where's the medicine! Hurry up and get the medicine——"

"Get out of here, you evildoer!"

The Lord of Piyang Mansion waved his son away without hesitation, "How could I have a son like you?"

The child in brocade clothes was thrown to the ground and said to himself, "How could you have a son like me?"

He suddenly raised his head, his eyes red, and asked loudly: "When have you ever cared about me?"