The villain's daily corpse collection

She had lived for so long, and she had often gone to the Great Wilderness to select monsters to work for her, so she was used to seeing strange-looking things. But this monster today was the first time she had seen it, and she would never forget it once she saw it.

At this time, some fluorescent gas seeped out from the gap in the window frame. At first glance, it looked like a ghost fire, but it was colorful. It was very confusing, but it was not flammable. The fluorescent mist turned into a line and slowly swam towards her in the air. She turned her head to look at Huo Feng and found that he was not affected because he was protected by the dream, and the fluorescent light was only directed at her.

Wang wanted to pull out Huo Feng's sword to defend herself, so she wanted to go to a more spacious place outside, but the door would not open. Whether she used magic or brute force, the door was intact. This door was built so hard to protect the people in the room, but could it really stop the monster from the dark sea?

At this time, fluorescent mist began to penetrate into the room through the crack in the door. Wang Wei was forced to take a few steps back. She stood in the middle of the room and could not move because the fluorescent light gradually occupied all around her.

Although she didn't know what this thing was, her intuition told her that it would be best not to touch it.

Wang Wei glanced at Huo Feng who was in a state of tranquility, and there was a trace of hesitation between her brows, but Yin Ying did not give her time to hesitate. The next moment, she made a prompt decision and chanted the incantation: "Above and below the heavens, without darkness or shadow, without form or shadow, infinite and limitless, return!"

A bloody mark suddenly appeared on Huo Feng's forehead, like a drop of blood. The power flowed from him to Wang Wei, and the divine mark on Wang Wei's cheek also flickered.

Without pausing, she continued to make hand seals: "The universe is vast and filled with foul air. The three thousand weak waters cannot ferry any living being. If you cross my realm, you will naturally attain godhood."

In an instant, the fluorescent lights in the air unrolled their flags and umbrellas, accidentally touching the fluorescent light of her protective barrier. As if they were stung, they retreated wildly in the opposite direction, making a continuous "sizzling" sound, like the sound of meat being roasted over a fire.

Among the four realms, Ruoshui is indeed the strongest. Wang Wei looked at the escaping fluorescence and took a deep breath.

"Ah-ah-"

From somewhere outside, there were screams. The sound came from somewhere far away, and moved so fast that it was hard to understand.

"Someone has also woken up from a dream." Wang Wei's heart was in suspense again. Like everyone else, she had little confidence in this monster. She could only wait for the right opportunity and did not dare to act rashly.

But there was a question buried in her heart: How did those people get out? The sound clearly came from outside. Just now, there was a sound very close to her, but the sound disappeared in the next breath. It was really weird.

Wang Wei didn't see that there was still a trace of fluorescence that had not been forced back. It was hiding under the table, as if looking for a flaw in Wang Wei's shield.

Suddenly, the fluorescent light found an angle and felt a force flowing from the window to the center. This was a breakthrough! The fluorescent light exerted its strength and followed the flow of the force, ramming into the weak water shield.

Before Wang Wei could resist, the light quickly penetrated her divine seal, which was the source of her power. In an instant, her body disappeared into thin air like mist.

……

Huo Feng opened his eyes again and found himself in a secluded courtyard.

It was totally silent here, not a sound could be heard.

There was a clear spring on the side, flowing silently. But the liquid gurgling down from it was tinged with blood. The blood mixed with the clear stream, spreading on the bluestone, diluting the strong fishy smell and leaving a trace of bitterness.

He was dazed and saw his surroundings. He was lying on the ground, and a wave of pain surged into his heart, especially around his neck. He slowly reached out and touched it carefully, and felt a sticky substance. He held it in front of his eyes and found that it was blood.

Huo Feng did not realize that he had entered another dream, which was completely disconnected and unrelated to the previous dream. He was immersed in it, and at this moment he only felt the immense despair and pain all over his body. He opened his mouth slightly, but could hardly make a sound.

What's going on here?

Huo Feng felt helpless. He used his arms to support his upper body and sit up. Behind him was a tall ginkgo tree. The bitter taste might be coming from there.

At this time, a gust of wind blew, and the golden leaves fluttered and fell on him. He raised his hand to catch a leaf, and found that it was also stained with a little blood.

In addition to the unbearable pain, he was also filled with doubts. Where was he, and why was there so much blood? He hadn't even entered the battlefield yet, so why was he lying here?

While I was thinking, the gate outside was pushed open forcefully.

"I'm here!" I heard her voice before I saw her. The voice came from near the courtyard gate not far away. "I'm sorry, I'm really sorry, I'm late..." Her voice was as clear as the sound of a mountain temple bell, and her words were anxious, like a few golden bells gently hitting each other in the wind.

This voice sounds quite familiar.

He looked at the figure running towards him, it was a young girl.

The girl had her hair in a fairy bun, which was tied with a crown with a golden dragon pattern. She wore a goose yellow feather dress and a shawl as white as clouds, looking like a fairy from heaven.

But the girl didn't have time to care about her image at this time. She ran towards him and saw the signs of decline along the way. The strong smell of blood made her temples throb.

The blood splashed in the bluestone spiritual spring and was almost washed away. The blood-stained part of the ginkgo tree trunk had dried up and seeped into the heart of the tree.

The stone table and stone bench on the right side tilted and fell, the chessboard on top was soaked with blood, the white pieces were submerged in the red soup, the black pieces were running wild, and both sides lost miserably. But a closer look revealed that the black pieces were one step ahead.

She tried her best not to look at the several bodies with their heads and bodies separated around her, and ran straight to Huo Feng's position, then bent down and gently helped him lean against the ginkgo tree trunk.

Huo Feng still couldn't utter a word, probably because his throat was injured.

"It's my fault... If Father God hadn't suddenly stopped me and wanted to test my recent skills, I would have definitely arrived here faster and maybe I could have stopped them! I'm sorry, it's all my fault..." The girl's voice was filled with tears. She looked at the bloody wounds on the person opposite her, especially the deep scar on his neck that was hard to ignore.

The hand that wanted to touch was trembling and stopped in the air, not daring to approach easily.

The bloody scene before her seemed to sting her severely. Instantly, her tears flowed like a flood, and she wiped them away as she fell, as if the water in the sky was endless and would never stop flowing. Then, she stood up and ran into the back room.

She seemed to be very familiar with this place. Huo Feng was puzzled, and then he watched her take out a box from the inner room, which contained some wound medicine. The girl carefully cast a spell to clean the wound, but she was still crying, and now she was sobbing.

As he got closer, he could get a closer look at the girl's appearance, and he also looked familiar.

Suddenly, some bad thoughts popped up in Huo Feng's heart for no reason, interrupting his observation.

This thought was so vicious, as if deep resentment had been accumulated for a long time.

He felt that his eyes at this moment were like those of a snake or a scorpion. He didn't know why, he and the girl clearly didn't know each other. Even if they did, he wouldn't have such a terrible thought.

The girl slowly spoke: "Did you forget to bring the bracelet I gave you last time? I don't mean to blame you. I asked my grandfather for this bracelet, one for each of us. If you are in danger, I will sense it and rush over immediately."

Who was Grandfather? Who is he now?

The only person who could solve the mystery now was the girl in front of him. He ignored etiquette and stared at her closely, trying to determine her identity from her appearance.

"Why are you staring at me today? I have never told anyone where you live, and my family doesn't know either. I will never betray you." The girl felt weird being stared at, so she had to explain.

Huo Feng's wounds and bloodstains were cleaned and medicated, and the girl stood up to clean up. He tried his best to ask, but still couldn't speak, and even the wound on his neck was torn open again.

"You need to rest well now and don't talk. I won't move you. With your recovery speed, you will probably be fully recovered before dark." She turned her head to look at the corpses in other places and sighed, "I am not good at dealing with corpses, so I can only wait until you get better. However, give me your chessboard and bluestone spirit spring, and I will help you clean them up."

Then, she stood up and walked towards the bluestone spring, and he saw her back clearly. Her back was slender and gradually overlapped with a shadow in his memory.

Don’t do it!

Could she be Mo Wei?

The girl's ebony black hair was tied up in a bun, and her slightly immature face and eyes that were a mixture of purity and panic made him not think about Wang Wei at all. After all, Wang Wei's silver hair that fell to her waist was very eye-catching.

If we only talk about their faces, they are indeed 80% similar, but their temperament and conversation are very different.

"But how come Mo Wei is here? Could it be that this is her teenage years? Did I know her before?" Huo Feng's heart was pounding, as if he had discovered something extraordinary.

Unable to tell for a moment whether this was reality or a dream, his expression began to become dazed.

For some reason, his soul felt a little hot and unreal, as if it came from the void, as if it was from another world. Then, his eyelids drooped heavily, perhaps because he was injured too badly. Huo Feng saw the busy figure and fell asleep against the ginkgo tree.

*

An Zhongyan’s death could not be concealed, and the news spread like wildfire throughout Yangdu.

Some are happy and some are sad.

Naturally, the people in power at the center of power all got the news.

Prince Xian Du Ye, as the eldest son of Emperor Du, is also the nephew of Yangyue An. His mother, Queen An Chunfeng, is the eldest daughter of the second branch of An. She is a favored daughter at home and the empress in charge of the household affairs in the palace.

The rise of foreign relatives is a result of the chaotic times. When the times are first settled, the hidden dangers should be eliminated.

But the An family's ancestor ascended to become a god, and once he achieved enlightenment, all his family members benefited greatly. The descendants have received such a great favor, so it would be inappropriate to punish them or weaken them in any way.

There is a difference between gods and humans. Although the An family ancestor cannot interfere in human affairs, his former reputation is still in the world. Moreover, the Zhongyue Dynasty has been stable for less than a hundred years. The An family said that they would not be emperors but kings, and they would protect the Du family's throne. Isn't this good enough?

Emperor Du could not control the Yangyue An family openly by any of these points, and could only grant them a position above everyone else. But with the imperial seal in hand, the right to decide who would be the next emperor was still in his hands.

As a prince, Du Ye was granted a fief of 10,000 households and was a first-class official. Whether it was his status as the eldest son or the glory of his mother's family, he was born with unique advantages. This made Emperor Du very wary, so all the emperor's sons were only granted fiefs but not land. Without land, he could not have more real power, nor could he do some taboo things in public.

Prince Xian’s Palace, martial arts arena.

"Your Highness, the investigation results of the fire in Nanjieminxiang have been revealed. Among those who went there that day was Lord Ji, but he... is neither found alive nor found dead." The captain of the attendants reported.

"Did the others really die in the fire?" Du Ye's voice was low and hoarse, with a hint of tyranny. He was more than nine feet tall, wearing lamb fur and leopard ornaments, and looked strong and powerful.

"The body was severely burned. The coroner has performed an autopsy and can only conclude that it was man-made, not whether the death was caused by the fire."

The spear in Du Ye's hand fell to the ground with a "bang", and cracks appeared on the floor tiles instantly.

"It wasn't long since they met me, and they were killed. Who on earth had the guts to do that? This is a naked provocation!" Du Ye shouted angrily, and his spear fell to the ground with a deafening sound, making the weapons on the weapon racks in the martial arts field clang.

The captain of the attendants said with some difficulty: "Your Majesty, not many people know about this matter..."

Du Ye narrowed his eyes and said affirmatively: "He is one of us."

The captain of the attendants looked nervous: "Your Majesty, I will definitely find the traitor!"

The butler came over in a hurry: "Your Majesty, Mr. Jiang is here."