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

"The final result was really too unexpected."

"It's as if there was an invisible hand controlling all this from the beginning."

"What role did you play in this?"

"I guess that to Chief Steward Huo and others in Piyang Prefecture, you are the one who gives advice."

"It was you who came up with the idea of ​​using the villagers' children to impart mud spirit aura to lure away the wood spirits."

“So when the wood spirit resurrects and comes to attack us, this is the most critical and dangerous moment.”

"Manager Huo sent his trusted confidant, you."

"He took the last remnant of the mud spirit and captured the child, intending to repeat the same trick and lure away the wood spirit once again."

"You are the breakthrough for both of us."

"You have been leaking the information that 'there is a problem in Piyang Prefecture' to us intentionally or unintentionally."

"We asked you for information, but you only gave us half-truths and half-truths."

"You are trying so hard to reveal to us what Piyang Prefecture is trying so hard to conceal, just to stir up our suspicion of Piyang Prefecture."

"I guess it was you who proposed the plan of pretending to be a wood spirit to lead us to complete the mission and leave early to Chief Manager Huo."

"Although I don't know why you killed your wife."

"But you should have participated in refining it into a ghost, just to achieve a certain purpose."

"As for this Shanniang who pretended to be Mu Ling, she was also a weakness you pretended to have."

"You had already taken the initiative to hand over this weakness to Manager Huo so that he would think you were under firm control."

"When the two of us showed up, you took advantage of the situation and handed us this weakness, making us think we had something to control you."

Xiao Lin's gentle and clear voice narrated sentence by sentence in an orderly manner.

Outside the Soul Banner, the blue-clothed disciple's face became more and more excited.

It was as if a chess game that had been carefully prepared for many years and painstakingly planned was being revealed bit by bit.

And he, as the real chess player behind the scenes, enjoys the unparalleled fruits of victory.

Xiao Lin tapped his joints lightly and continued, "As for Mu Ling, she has obvious flaws and her emotions are easier to control. As long as the child is mentioned, she can lose her mind at any time."

"If we push back a little, then you were the one who informed on the matter, right?"

"You revealed the evil spirits in the Mortal Realm to the academy in order to attract a new force and disrupt the current stalemate between Piyang Prefecture and Mu Ling."

"Or I could guess further ahead."

"Three years ago, the young master of Piyang Prefecture went to cause trouble for Muling Palace. Did you also help in that?"

The blue-robed disciple laughed strangely after hearing this. "That poor fool, I just provoked him a few times, and he fell into the trap I wove."

"It has completely become a knife in my hand, and I can stab whoever I want."

"How is Manager Huo? How is Piyang Prefecture? In the mortal world, they are ultimately chess pieces under my control."

In the soul flag, the child in brocade clothes who fell to the ground wailed, his teeth were bleeding, his face was dirty and his expression could not be seen, but his eyes were wide open and almost burst.

Father, Grandpa Huo, Piyang Prefecture.

All destroyed!

His eyes were red and almost bleeding.

The blue-clothed disciple's voice penetrated the soul flag like a heavy awl chiseling down.

"Who knew that a mud spirit would be so powerful? I thought my plan was almost ruined."

"Who knows... who knows..." He chuckled strangely.

"Our poor little master is really powerful. He can even take out a forbidden item like Weak Water."

He hummed an unknown tune.

"Poor little creature, he lost his mother when he was born, his father doesn't love him, he cries and misses his mother."

He made a series of mocking and teasing dog sounds with a look of contempt.

"Young Master, do you like it? I wrote it especially for you. All the disciples in Piyang Prefecture like to sing a few lines in private."

"The little master who is as precious as a pearl is just a poor fellow without a father or a mother."

The child in brocade clothes had only a sweet and fishy smell in his mouth, his hands were tied, and he was curled up and crawling on the ground like a wounded and dirty puppy.

Every word of the blue-clothed disciple turned into a sharp knife, cutting through his flesh.

One word is like a knife, cutting out the spine and shattering the dignity.

There was a gurgling sound in his throat, and it sounded like it was stained with blood, forced out from between his teeth.

I'll kill you! I'll kill you!

Damn slave, I'm going to kill you!

His eyes were dripping with blood, and he was whimpering fiercely, as if he had lost his mind. He swallowed the dense gray ghost claws mixed with blood in front of him.

A creepy crunching sound.

It seemed as if every bite was filled with the blood and bones of the blue-clothed disciples.

The gray ghost energy on the ghost claws was dissolved by the golden light of merit emerging from his eyebrows before it even touched his body.

The hundred years of merit of Piyang Prefecture are of considerable weight, and it is no problem for the child in brocade clothes to travel back and forth twice in the Yinhe Road, a den of ghosts.

Qi Wu Yue took a look, then looked away, moved closer to Xiao Lin and nudged him with his elbow.

The key is to figure out those more than 70 lives.

Xiao Lin then spoke, interrupting the blue-clothed disciple from teasing the brocade-clothed child.

"If you think about each of these things carefully, there are actually traces to follow."

"But what I'm more curious about is where did you get those ghost cultivation items in your hands? Shouldn't there be ghost cultivation in the mortal world?"

The blue-clothed disciple had already found enough magical instruments in the treasure house to resist the thunder tribulation. Upon hearing this, he stopped what he was doing and couldn't help but applaud and praised, "You are indeed rare and smart. Unfortunately, your weakness is too fatal."

Qi Wu Yue smiled with a fake smile: "Haha."

has been connoted.

Fuck you.

"The mantis stalks the cicada, unaware of the oriole behind. This is such a perfect plan of killing someone with a borrowed knife. Naturally, only I can plan all of this." The blue-clothed disciples all said proudly.

Such a meticulous network has been carefully woven, with each link interconnected and every detail fully planned out.

How could the blue-robed disciples be willing to accept this if they kept it to themselves and no one knew about their great achievements?

He said calmly: "Well, I will let you know how powerful I am, so that you will willingly acknowledge me as your master and serve me."

“Although the Mortal Realm is said to be separated from the outside world and one cannot go out at will, in fact, some cultivation resources need to be purchased from the outside world from time to time.

One day when I was out shopping for supplies, I rescued a half-dead old man on the outskirts of the Mortal Realm. There were black and gray soul flags scattered around his hands. He turned out to be a ghost cultivator..."

The blue-clothed disciples secretly placed the old ghost cultivator in a secluded place outside the country.

The ghost cultivator was seriously injured, and the blue-clothed disciple simply applied some herbal medicine on him. Fortunately, the ghost cultivator was not destined to die, and he actually woke up.

Although the ghost cultivator woke up, his injuries were still serious. He promised the blue-clothed disciple some benefits, and gave him spirit stones, asking him to buy several medicinal herbs with ghost energy for him.

The blue-clothed disciple naturally took the opportunity to ask for a huge amount of money, and it was at that time that he asked for the black copper bell and the soul-forbidden chain from the ghost cultivator.

"I saved him and told him about my wish to become stronger. I asked him to repay me. The ghost cultivator taught me a secret skill."

The blue-clothed disciple said, raising his palm with a triangular crack, "He said that this secret technique can extract the cultivation from the cultivators and use it for oneself."

He recalled something, and his face showed hesitation and resentment. He said indignantly: "Although I have mastered the secret technique, I am unable to use it due to my low level of cultivation."

"With the first-level cultivation, whose spiritual power can I absorb?"

"Who is not stronger than me, and who is willing to have their spiritual power absorbed by me?"

The blue-clothed disciple had a distorted expression, and he asked loudly with his neck stiffened. His handsome face looked hideous and terrifying.

"That old guy clearly doesn't want to help me sincerely. I know him and you foreigners. You all look down on me and think I'm just an ant in a realm!"

"Does he think there's nothing he can do about it? No, it won't bother me."

"At this moment, I saw the extremely strong incense burning at Niangniang Temple."

"Hahaha, the power of faith can also be converted into spiritual power. It's so unfair. Some people can easily get endless spiritual power without doing anything. This is unfair. Why does she do that?"

"It's just a piece of wood, but it can walk in front of people!"

"I have a plan in mind, a plan to create a god."

"Since incense can be transformed into spiritual power, I can also get incense."

The blue-clothed disciple asked excitedly, "Who can help me? Who is willing to help me without giving up?"

"It's Shanniang." He said this with a gentle look on his face that was sickening.