The villain's daily corpse collection

After an unknown amount of time, Wang Wei slowly woke up. Before his eyes could focus, he felt a chill spreading throughout his body.

The dead leaves of the human world fell on the frosty water, making a few hoarse echoes.

Her five senses and spiritual consciousness are still there, she thought.

So, what is this place?

What she saw was an endless barren forest with branches growing in all directions. She was in the middle of the trees, next to a dead swamp, and there was no sign of life around her.

It feels like a world away.

Wang Wei ignored the pain all over her body and stood up to meditate, but her movements were not smooth, as if this body did not belong to her. She gathered the spiritual energy in her body, just like the pitiful stagnant water beside her, only less or more.

There was also a dying demonic force wandering around him, but——

The "power of the devil" that intimidated the three realms, the unparalleled strength she had used for nearly three thousand years, had disappeared without a trace!

Because of this, Wang Wei's right eyelid twitched several times.

She used her spiritual sense to expand the scope of her investigation, but she was exhausted and could only circle around. There were many barriers in the forest, like spider webs, and she could not sense any familiar aura.

If she had not jumped down from the heaven half a cup of tea ago, she would have only needed a breath to smash all the obstacles, clear the clouds and see the sun, and be invincible.

And at this moment, she couldn't even stand up.

With great difficulty, Wang Wei supported himself with his elbows and walked to a nearby tree. He clung to the thick trunk with his arms and managed to stand on the tree like a snake with degenerate limbs.

Suddenly, I sensed a noise not far away, which was the sound of hurried footsteps.

There were about four or five people, holding some magical tools in their hands, rushing towards her direction.

"Brother Mu Kun, aren't you known as the best archer in Shuangdu? This arrow of yours pierced through the forest and flew across half of Tianzhou. Where is my prey?" The voice of a yin-yang voice wrapped in a tiger-skin cloak disrupted a series of footsteps.

"Her leg was broken by my arrow. How far can she run? And I hit her seriously with the last arrow!"

The skinny monk, whose name was as good as his, looked down, eager to defend his archery skills. The cold wind made his face pale. "This damn weather changes so suddenly. It's really damn cold in the forest."

"That demon slave is rebellious, I hate her so much. It seems that she has been pretending to be good for the past few months just to escape today. If you are lucky enough to hunt her, I will make her into a cloak and give it to you." The young man wrapped in a thick cloak squinted at him, "Look at your body, standing there, you really look like a unique pole."

"An Zhongyan, the old God An must have calculated it when he gave you the name. You talk a lot. I'm telling you for the last time, she will die in my hands!" Mu Kun tried his best to clear his name.

"stop fighting."

An almost indifferent voice interrupted them. In the hands of the young monk was a silver-backed compass made of rare celestial magnetite. The sound of the gears turning gradually subsided, indicating that the target had been found.

"The compass shows that she is just ahead." He paused, "This matter must not be made a big deal. I don't want to be dragged into this by idiots." The second half of the sentence was much softer.

But An Zhongyan shifted his attention to the hidden meaning. This remark was obviously not referring to the escaped demon slave. He gave a wink, and two monks wearing the same Taoist robes as him instantly surrounded him.

At first glance, the advantage is in numbers.

"Huai Zhong, this young master is using your compass as a favor, don't be shameless. If Huai Shi is unwilling to bow down to me, Yang Yue An Shi, tell your master to explain it as soon as possible, don't act noble in front of me."

The oppressed young man frowned and said nothing. He ignored the aggressive dandy and the lackey, and just lowered his head and clenched the compass in his hand.

There are eight clans in Zhongyue Dynasty, which were the twelve feudal states that existed before the founding of the country. They are descendants of noble families with a long history. Yangyue An clan is the leader of all clans because its ancestor became a god. Although Kunwu Huai clan is on the list, it is the last.

Now the head of Huai family wants to change the family’s century-old predicament and get ahead by leveraging the power of others. Naturally, he would first choose An family’s designated future heir and seek a glimmer of new life.

Huai Zhong was just a member of the Huai family's side branch who was chosen to help this time. He couldn't stand what An Zhongyan did but he could do nothing about it.

"Look, there's blood here, it must be her!"

Mu Kun had already gone to the front. He stepped hard on the deep red that had seeped into the ground, as if to show off his military exploits. He followed the remaining blood and looked not far away. "That's my arrow!"

Before he finished speaking, he ran towards the tree where Wang Wei was hiding. The other young monks followed him without caring about the internal fight.

In this situation, Wang Wei curled the corners of his mouth.

——Nowadays, he is really like a dragon trapped in shallow water. A few young boys can threaten him.

An Zhongyan signaled his followers to surround them from both sides, and the sword made of top-grade black stone in his hand was already unsheathed. The cold blade shone silvery, instantly cutting down the frost-covered bushes on the roadside.

"Click——"

There was a sudden muffled sound from behind the tree.

The two monks stopped and looked back at An Zhongyan. An Zhongyan frowned, annoyed by their delay, and urged them with his eyes. The two people in front looked at each other nervously and walked forward quickly.

The tree in front of him was so thick that it could support the arms of three adult men. The trunk looked like a fish with scales, with sticking out wooden cones and ancient vines entwined around the original roots, as if they were taking over another body.

Weird and unusual.

Huai Zhong was walking behind. He looked down at the compass in his hand. It seemed to be disturbed by something and malfunctioned. The gears made a sharp and harsh friction sound and it swung wildly in all directions, making people dizzy.

Suddenly, he felt a chilling breath that made his hair stand on end.

"Danger! Run!" he looked up and shouted.

Before the two monks could say anything, they could no longer make a sound.

——Their necks were broken.

"..."

There was dead silence for a moment.

Huai Zhong was sweating from his forehead to his chin. An Zhongyan untied his cloak with one hand, and he was already sweating profusely. The two of them stared at the strange-looking tree. No one knew what was hidden behind the tree, which made it impossible for anyone to return.

A sigh came from behind the tree.

"You guys, are you here to kill me?"

Wang Wei was the first to break the silence, sticking most of his body out from behind the tree, with a hint of hesitation in his voice.

She was about to ask a question, but her hands were always one step faster -

She first broke the neck of the first monk who found her. She opened her mouth, but didn't have time to make a sound.

Then two more came, and in the blink of an eye, they were unable to speak either.

There are only two survivors left. If they don't ask questions proactively, no one will be able to answer them. After all, there are no living things within a five-mile radius.

An Zhongyan was suddenly startled, and the scabbard in his hand slipped and hit the instep, causing him to grimace in pain.

Huai Zhong found it very strange after a careful examination. He thought to himself that this person looked similar to An Zhongyan's demon slave, but why did he feel completely different? Could it be that - he was possessed by another spirit?

The thought at the moment made him shudder.

An Zhongyan beside him winked at Huai Zhong, asking him to attack first.

Who would have thought that Huai Zhong ignored him and just bowed to Wang Wei and said, "Excuse me, may I ask if you have seen a monster passing by here?"

"What kind of demon is it?"

"A wolf demon with a long snow-colored tail."

"I've never seen it before. Why don't you come over here and look for it?" She curled her lips and said, "Come to my place."

Seeing that Huai Zhong had no intention of killing her, An Zhongyan became impatient: "Are you blind? Come on! You're such a loser!" As she spoke, she raised her sword and was ready to attack herself.

Huai Zhong didn't care about etiquette or status, he grabbed An Zhongyan by the collar, took a few steps back, his eyes flickering and his body language hinting.

They were using the art of transmitting sound into secrets, and it seemed they were not very proficient yet. Wang Wei stood there, leaning his shoulders against the hard wooden vines, and watched the two people's actions.

When she woke up, she found that all the bones in her legs were broken and there was a piercing pain in the back of her neck. She just listened to their conversation intermittently and roughly understood the reason, but she didn't know what her relationship was with the person they were looking for.

Now it seems that it is not directed at her.

However, she was always sensitive to hostility, and at this moment, she was unwilling to take risks, so she had to let the other party take risks.

In order to conserve his limited spiritual energy, he did not repair his injured leg for the time being. He hid himself and did not move again. He just waited for them to get closer.

From the moment the two sides met, the identities of hunter and prey were quietly reversed.

Just like this strange giant tree, it was once as vibrant as tens of millions of other trees, but was accidentally strangled by some alien plants. The original tree died, allowing later ones to grow vigorously on the original land.

——She is the latecomer.

Huai Zhong bowed again: "Thank you, sir. We have just learned the whereabouts of the monster. We will not bother you any more. Goodbye." After he said that, he grabbed An Zhongyan, who had a terrified look in his eyes, and teleported away.

There is actually a smart one.

I hope you are not satisfied with this response, but it doesn’t matter.

She turned her head to look at the three bodies she had hung on the vines, and couldn't help but sigh: "The creatures in the mortal world are so heartless."

Wang Wei put down Mu Kun, the first one to die, from the tree. He looked painful, his hands covering his neck, his throat moving slightly but no sound came out.

No one is dead yet.

But later, the two men were so weak that they died as soon as their necks were broken.

"Do you know what your friends just said?" Wang Wei leaned against the tree with the dying man, like a close friend chatting with him. "They were afraid and didn't even dare to come and see you for the last time."

Mu Kun made a strange "gurgling" sound in his throat. He glared at the person next to him and wanted to reach out and pull her.

Wang Wei raised his hand and waved his hand away casually: "To be honest, I am not strong enough today. If you join forces, maybe -"

After hearing this, Mu Kun's eyes widened. Even though he had thousands of words in his heart, he couldn't express them. His spiritual roots were dug out by Wang, so naturally he couldn't use skills like sound transmission.

Mu Kun was shaking all over, not sure whether he was shaking from grief, anger, or fear, or maybe all three.

People still believe in hope and always think they have a chance to turn things around.

Wang Wei looked at him for a long while and commented, "With your talent, even if you live another ten thousand years, you will never become a god. The life span of a cultivator in the mortal world is only a thousand years, and you will die sooner or later. Not to mention that you have a strong murderous nature and have lost a lot of merit. After you die, you will definitely reincarnate in the animal realm for nine lifetimes."

She looked serious, not pretending, and said, "Fortunately, you have met me. I can help you escape the suffering of reincarnation forever. May you be blessed with infinite happiness." There was no partiality in her words, and her voice was ethereal and still ringing in his ears, as if she was truly analyzing the many possibilities of his fate.

But the words repeatedly hurt his heart, and made him extremely sober. He couldn't speak at this moment, and felt a pain of gnashing his teeth and swallowing blood.

Mu Kun raised his hand tremblingly, but was hit down by Wang Wei again.

Mu Kun: “…”

How could she summarize the life of this genius monk from Mount Cong in just a few words! Did she mean to annihilate his soul and spirit and never let him reincarnate?

How dare she do that to this lowly demon slave!

Wang Wei pretended to be mysterious and whispered in his ear: "Your friend said, didn't you see that the demon slave was possessed by something?"

After saying this, he added a kind smile.

Mu Kun: “!!!”

In terrified silence, Mukun was forever cut off from all connections with the world.

After his soul was crushed, Wang Wei absorbed all of his spiritual roots to replenish his spiritual power. The only thing left in the world was the corpse leaning against the tree, which proved that this person had been here for a short time.

"When a person dies, it's like a light goes out. The last moment of life is spent on getting angry." Wang Wei shook his head, "People in this world are really weird."

Wang Wei realized that she had recovered a little and was able to control her body a little. In fact, she had a bad feeling from the beginning, and it was not until the monks described her that she realized what was wrong.

She came to the nearby wilderness swamp and witnessed her reflection in the water.

——This is indeed not her body.

No wonder the experience of using these limbs is like that of a new one. Also, the child called her a demon slave, this is really a demon body.

The newly recovered five senses caused hearing loss, and she initially thought that this was a new name for her.

——After all, he has a bunch of furry and naughty monster disciples under his command, and he is nominally in charge of the monster clan, so they are nothing more than "monster slaves."

Before, he was only focused on finding the lost power, but he didn't expect that he had lost his divine body as well.

Until then, some memories that had been sealed for many years were awakened. Without a specific divine body as a container, the power of the demon god would be out of control, so it would leave her and disappear.

That power had never left her body in the past three thousand years. What would happen this time? Would it be a disaster that would destroy the world or destroy the people? She was not sure, nor did she care.

She just wanted to get back what belonged to her.

Looking at the body in the reflection, it was pale and colorless, with dark lips and bruises on the cheeks. There were large patches of dried blood on the corners of the forehead, and a closer look at the side cheeks revealed purple spots. The whole body was slightly stiff, and it seemed that he had died not long ago.

She moved her neck slightly and found that blood was still oozing out from the broken part of her neck, which was the fatal arrow wound.

It seems that the archer's last arrow did hit the target, and his reputation is well-deserved.

only--

This body is useless and completely unusable.

Glancing sideways, she saw the broken arrow with no mysterious energy left stuck in the gap between the trees. She dug out the other broken arrow from the back of her neck and wiped the blood off with her clothes.

The arrow is engraved with: Congshan.

He glanced to the side behind him again before putting the arrow away.

Wang Wei repaired some of his soul and tried to restart his consciousness. The pair of heavenly eye patterns on his forehead were still closed, but after devouring the spiritual roots of the monks, their power was at least enhanced a little.

The spiritual consciousness nimbly bypassed the layered barriers and finally received a hint of feedback in the eastern corner of the dense forest.

It's the breath of her power!

Although I only noticed it for a moment, she still locked onto the direction. Perhaps her divine body was also nearby.

Wang was about to break away from her broken body and rely on her spirit to reach her destination when suddenly a weak voice called her.