The villain's daily corpse collection

Wang Wei narrowed his dark red eyes, waved his hand expressionlessly, and said, "Close the door and send the guests away."

Du Ximiao said "eh", Huo Feng glanced at the two people at the door apologetically, closed the door behind him, and walked out of the room.

"Give her some time. She's had some troubles lately that need to be dealt with."

"What happened? And why did Sister Weiwei get separated from us? And why did she meet you in that forest that was not even recorded on the map... Is all this related to you?"

Huo Feng didn't expect Du Ximiao to be so smart and noticed so many things. Song Zuoru pursed her lips in the back and lowered her head to avoid them, but she saw that the two of them didn't pay attention to her.

"Yes."

Du Ximiao's eyes flashed with a complicated look, "I had an accident when I was a child, and I may have gained some special abilities because of it, so you can't erase my memory. Not only that, I can also see things that ordinary people can't see."

She took a step closer and whispered, "It's like there's a gray mist flowing around you. I can see it."

Huo Feng was shocked and subconsciously took a step back, bumping into the door of the inn.

There was no sound coming from the room.

"There's fog all over that forest. Do you dare to say it has nothing to do with you?"

"What do you want to say?" Huo Feng frowned.

Du Ximiao smiled slyly and leaned close to his ear and said, "Nothing, I just feel like I'm not the only one holding back."

Huo Feng: “…”

I have to say, her words were quite damaging.

"Oh, I was just kidding." Du Ximiao patted his shoulder. "In fact, I think Sister Weiwei is not unwilling to help. It's normal for you to have concerns and find it difficult to express them. We are not under the same rule system, and I can understand that. However, everything must be done in a proper way--"

She turned and looked at Song Zuoru, who nodded to Huo Feng and Huo Feng also nodded in return.

"There are many pitiful people in this world, and it is impossible to save them all. However," she changed the subject, "she is already saving herself. It's just that this matter cannot be redeemed by human power... No matter what kind of story it is, there should always be an ending, right?"

With a creaky sound, the door was opened from the inside by a force.

"You are making so much noise in front of my door, Du Ximiao, you must be doing it on purpose."

Huo Feng steadied himself, and the three of them looked into the room together. At this moment, Wang Wei was sitting by the window, holding a teacup and scraping off the foam on it.

"Sister Weiwei, you finally opened the door."

Just as Du Ximiao was about to step into the door, she was stopped outside by a force. She looked at Wang Wei in confusion.

"It seems that I am too nice to you all, allowing you to guess my intentions at will. You all know me so well." Her voice was flat, her eyes were replaced with a dark ribbon, and the corners of her lips were straight, without any emotion visible.

She waved her hand gently, and the teapot beside her flew up and poured a cup of hot tea into another teacup.

When Song Zuoru saw this set of actions, she was completely shocked.

She looked around and found that they were the only residents on this floor and no one else would see this scene.

Suddenly, she turned her head and the teacup flew in front of her and stopped.

Huo Feng sensed the surroundings and found that the entire floor was covered by a barrier. Apart from the sounds of their breathing, all the noise from outside was blocked out.

"Come in, I'll give you some tea."

Huo Feng raised his foot to enter the room, but bumped into the green barrier, causing some ripples. Du Ximiao tried, but was also blocked outside by the barrier. The two looked at each other, and Du Ximiao motioned for Song Zuoru to enter.

Song Zuoru's face was full of surprise. She didn't care about the heat and held the bottom of the cup tightly with her fingers. She was afraid that she would see too many bizarre scenes and her hands and legs would tremble, missing the opportunity to ask for help from the gods.

She walked carefully step by step to the front of the barrier, raised her fingers and gently touched the curtain-like light in front of her, and her fingertips passed through the barrier easily.

There was no discomfort in the body, only a stream of light flowing around the fingers, a feeling of clarity and comfort.

Song Zuoru took a bold step forward and was about to kneel down to beg.

Wang Wei moved her fingers and the bamboo chair beside her moved directly behind Song Zuoru.

Song Zuoru was a little embarrassed. She came to pray to God, so how could she be on an equal footing with the God she prayed to? She felt guilty, so she hesitated to move.

Wang Wei took a sip of tea, flicked his slender fingers, and the chair suddenly moved forward. Song Zuoru was forced to sit down by inertia, and some of the tea in her hand spilled out. Her fingers were covered with thick calluses, and she didn't feel the hot tea pouring out very clearly.

"Why choose me?"

He lowered his eyes and looked down, playing with the sugar figurine of the Moon Goddess that he had found on the roadside when he entered the city.

The sugar figurine was really exquisite, wearing a moon-white long gown with wide sleeves and a round jade bead on his head. This set was an official uniform, and although it was not as colorful as the feathered clothes of other gods, it also perfectly displayed the stunning charm of Taiyin Yuanjun Xian'a.

"Ah?" Song Zuoru was stunned for a moment, then slowly spoke, "My Lord God, I saw you casting a spell. In fact, I also entered the forest earlier and saw you and... the Lord God at the door casting a spell..."

"Let me correct you. We are not immortals. Our nature is very different."

"Then Lord God, can you help me?"

"I didn't expect you to see it. Then you should also understand that I have countless ways to make you forget you have ever seen me."

Song Zuoru was stunned for a moment. She wiped the sweat from her forehead with her sleeve and said, "Lord God, if you want to erase my memory, why did you come to see me in person?"

Wang Wei put the sugar man down on the table and looked directly at the woman in front of him.

She looked to be in her forties and was not very tall. Although her face bore the marks of time, one could tell from her facial features that she was a person of outstanding temperament when she was young.

Without her headscarf, the white hair on her temples made her look even older. The skin color of her neck and arms was darker, showing the marks of being worn by the wind, sand and scorching sun from years of being outdoors.

However, she doesn't look thin at all, and her slightly solid figure makes her look quite powerful.

"You're not stupid. You even followed us silently all the way. I actually noticed you a long time ago, but you didn't pose any threat to me, so I didn't bother to care."

Song Zuoru still felt uneasy. She stood up, put the teacup on the chair, rubbed her hands on her clothes, and began to rummage through the shoulder bag she was carrying.

Wang was curious about what she was looking for in her bag. Could it be some gold, silver or other valuables that she was planning to offer to him?

However, she was only half right.

Song Zuoru took out a small incense burner from her bag, then took out an iron box, took out three incense sticks from it, and lit the three incense sticks with the help of the flame from the candlestick in the room.

Hope is: “?”

Song Zuoru: "May I ask the name of the Supreme God?"

The movements were smooth and flowing, leaving Wang Wei stunned. She had never seen such a scene before, as she only accepted offerings from the demon race. Although the demon race and the human race were both in the mortal world, their ways of worshipping and praying were completely different.

Finally, Wang Wei glanced at the door and said to Song Zuoru, "I don't accept incense from the human race."

Song Zuoru was so surprised that she paused: "What... does this mean?"

Wang Wei shook his head and extinguished the incense she was holding with his bare hands: "You can use it again next time."

If she really did worship him, any god in heaven who was on duty and carefully checked the incense would be able to find her whereabouts.

"Since the gods do not accept my worship, I will repay them in other ways. I am willing to work like a cow or a horse to repay them."

Seeing Wang Wei didn't say anything, she continued, "My name is Song Zuoru, and I used to be a cook in Fuyuan City. Twelve years ago, my daughter A Lan disappeared in front of my restaurant and has been missing ever since. I tried to ask for help from both the government officials and the Mirage, but to no avail."

"What is Mirage?"

"It's a local intelligence agency. It's said that they know everything in the world, even things about ghosts and gods."

Wang Wei nodded, motioning for her to continue.

Wang Wei nodded, motioning for her to continue.

"My family runs a restaurant in the local area, and we used to live a good life... My husband came here to do business, and finally settled in Fuyuan and married me. Alas, businessmen are obsessed with profit, and less than a year after my daughter went missing, he was unwilling to look for her anymore, and even proposed to have another child with me! As for me... I was so angry that I divorced him!"

After saying this, she let out a long sigh, as if a heavy burden had been lifted off her shoulders.

"This kind of man should be divorced!" Du Ximiao's voice came from the door at the right time.

Wang Wei looked up and found that Du Ximiao was sticking his whole body to the barrier, seeming to be trying hard to listen to the conversation between the two.

In addition to her, Yuan Xiang, Zhuang Boyan and the three beasts were also standing at the door of the room at some point, as if they were very concerned about what would happen next.

Looking at the crowd of people gathered at the door, Wang Wei silently removed the barrier and everyone entered one after another.

Song Zuoru looked at her and wanted to stand up again, but Du Ximiao came over, put his hands on her shoulders, and pushed her down to sit.

"This kind of man is really a piece of shit. He was so calm when his daughter was lost. Is he really her father?" Du Ximiao was so angry that she gritted her teeth.

"After I saw him clearly, I also realized that he was willing to marry me not because he liked me, but because my family had a fairly stable business in the local area."

Song Zuoru's expression was frank. "Fortunately, I'm not a fool. The most important things in my family's business, the exclusive formula and the account book, are all in my hands. Moreover, while I'm looking for A Lan, I can continue to use my family's craftsmanship to earn some living expenses... If Miss Yuan gets married in the future, I will be a lesson for you. Don't step into the trap!"

"Mother Zuo, you are such a nice person! Don't worry, I've kept it all in mind." Du Ximiao replied eagerly, holding her hand.

Song Zuoru originally wanted to speak up and remind Wang Wei as well, but then she remembered that she was a god, not a human, and had lived longer than herself, so naturally she didn't need these reminders.

Upon hearing this topic, Wang Wei sneered twice with a hint of meaning. There were so many people at the scene that no one noticed this subtle expression, but Huo Feng caught it.

He stared at Wang Wei, as if trying to see more. But that expression was fleeting, and if he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, he would have never seen Wang Wei in such an emotion.

"You've been searching for more than ten years. You must have met many experts along the way, right? Why don't you ask them for help?"

"I have traveled to all the cities in Yangdu, to countless towns and villages where people live, and met some talented people, but in the end, there was no news. There are also many people who are unwilling to help... But I will not give up, I will not give up! Now, I still have Chihou City in Yindu, Feng City and Kunwu City that I have never set foot in..."

Du Ximiao seemed to empathize very much. She looked at Wang Wei many times, trying to convey her urgent emotions through her eyes.

Wang Wangwei didn't even look at her, maybe he had guessed it long ago.

"Why don't you dare go to the other three cities? Aren't you willing to give everything for your daughter, or are you just talking?"

Wang Wei's words were like a sharp sword, piercing people's hearts. This was too straightforward, and the atmosphere froze for a moment, even the expression on Du Ximiao's face froze.

Huo Feng reminded her: "Master, she is just a mortal. There are some places she cannot go."

Song Zuoru drooped her eyelids and said slowly: "Among the eight cities in the world, Yangdu is suitable for living, but Yindu is too complicated. In addition to the capital city that has been moved, I dare not visit other places easily. I want to keep my life and continue to look for my A Lan."

Song Zuoru told everyone that she had traveled to Chihou City with a caravan hired from a hired escort agency a few years ago.

As a result, they encountered a group of horse bandits on the road. These people seemed to have some evil nature. The escort company was defeated and all the people were killed by the horse bandits. She escaped because she went to relieve herself nearby. She took advantage of the chaos and hid in the rocks nearby. She dared to come out and run back only after everyone left.

"God blessed me, so I was able to save my life. From then on, I decided that I had to survive first and gain a foothold in this world. If I died, who would remember my A-Lan? Then I would seek stronger people to help me... I knew it was not easy to ask for help, so I started to help more people."

Du Ximiao gently patted Song Zuoru on the back: "We will all remember A Lan in the future. Zuo Niang, you will definitely find her!"

"After that, whenever I saw someone using magic, no matter what it was, I would try to seek help."

She looked a little desperate. "But most people rejected me. Some people promised to help but broke their promise in the end... I don't blame them. I can only keep asking. As long as I ask enough people, one day, I will meet an adult who is willing to help me."

Everyone's eyes fell on Wang Wei, and more than a dozen eyes looked over at once, as if waiting for her to make the final decision.

"I have heard the story. Are you ready to accept the worst outcome?"

"No!" Unexpectedly, Song Zuoru replied firmly, "My A-Lan, my daughter, she is still alive, I firmly believe it!"

Wang Wei sighed softly: "If you can't even accept this, if the truth is completely different from the ending you wanted, how can you live comfortably for the rest of your life? Why not, from now on, pretend that she was adopted by a kind person in another city. It's better than living a miserable life like this."

"Sister Weiwei, she persisted for twelve years. How many twelve years can a mortal have in his life? I know you may not understand it, but she can't do it like you, to take it and let it go. Don't look at me laughing all the time, I can't do it either..."

Can you take it and put it down?

Are you talking about her?

Wang Wei's eyes revealed a rare look of confusion. Perhaps it was because she usually behaved in a carefree and unrestrained manner that she caused others to misunderstand her so deeply.

Maybe it's really because of time, many things are buried in my heart, and I never have the courage to face them again. But because too much time has passed, there is no point in tracing them back, so they are put aside forever.

But the scar in my heart has not healed at all.

Otherwise, how could she be trapped in the illusion of the past in the secret realm?