The villain's daily corpse collection

"Where is Elder Mo going?" Elder Feng called out to Wang Wei who was about to leave.

Wang Wei couldn't help but roll his eyes, turned around and forced a response: "Just go out for a walk."

She was eager to leave this place, and just as she took a step, Elder Feng grabbed her wrist and pulled her back. Wang Wei remained calm and tilted his head to look at the tall man covered with a red copper mask.

His white hair was the same as hers, as long as the stars in the sky, but there was a hint of bright red in his hair, like an immortal divine fire, with a faint burning feeling.

"What do you mean?"

After a long stalemate, Wang Wei raised his captured wrist, stared at Elder Feng and asked.

During the brief contact, Elder Feng checked Wang Wei's spiritual power. Facts have proved that her power is weak. When he fought with her before, she did not respond directly. In fact, she did not have enough mana to respond. Moreover, she did not have the unique aura of the devil, nor could he feel any fluctuations of the devil's power.

Maybe it was just a misunderstanding last time, because she was too nervous and caused such a mess. She was probably just an ordinary god. She came to the mortal world for some reason, so she had to find a place to stay. It was very reasonable for her to choose Tianhe Gate. Because when the god exams were open in the past, gods often did this.

"I'm sorry," Elder Feng finished his ideological work and gently let go of his hand, "I misunderstood Elder Mo, and I apologize to you. Elder Mo came to the mortal world this time, I don't know why? If you need help, Feng will definitely help. As people from the heaven, this is what we should do."

She should not be the lunatic that Bo Shangwang thought she was, Elder Feng speculated in his heart and came to the above conclusion.

What the hell?

Wang Wei was surprised. She didn't know how many feet long the other party's brain circuit could fill, but she felt that this persistent sword spirit didn't seem to doubt her so much. So she should continue to pretend in this direction and create an identity that qualified her to help.

Wang Wei cleared his throat and pretended to whisper: "Since Elder Feng has discovered it, I will not hide too much to avoid unnecessary misunderstandings. I am from Sifei Mansion, and my name is Fu Miao. This time I came to the mortal world to carry out a secret mission for our immediate boss, Emperor Ziwei... You know, I am here to capture gods, and my identity needs to be kept secret... I can't say more about other things, so I need to borrow an identity from the mortal world to facilitate my actions."

When Feng was a sword spirit, he had no vision, only feeling. He did not recognize Bo Shangwangwei's appearance, but remembered her breath.

This time, because Huo Feng "appropriately" moved away, the aura in her power also moved away. Compared with her own aura that was so weak that it could be directly ignored, it was not worth mentioning.

Elder Feng nodded in understanding, and Wang Wei added in a low voice: "I took an unofficial route, and now I have some sequelae. I hope Elder Feng will not tell others about this."

"If necessary, Feng will fully cooperate." After learning that they were not enemies, Elder Feng's tone softened a lot.

After the performance, the two of them, one went upstairs and the other went down the mountain. Wang Wei breathed a sigh of relief, but then began to worry about the disobedient apprentice at the foot of the mountain.

Just when Huo Feng exerted his strength, the Ghost Chariot was almost pierced by the antique sword he threw. Seeing that the Ghost Chariot was about to hit the sword and die, Huo Feng pulled back and paused, and the big demon stopped before the hilt of the sword pierced itself.

The Nine-headed Bird Ghost Car, also known as Boss Nine, looked at Huo Feng's actions in disbelief. He actually stopped and didn't kill him?

Guiche: "You won't kill me?"

Huo Feng: "As long as you return all the souls you have absorbed, I will let you live."

Guiche: "Your power doesn't seem to come from the mortal world. Are you a god? Isn't the gate to heaven sealed? And your power seems familiar to me..."

Huo Feng: "You have too many questions. Release those souls now. You shouldn't feed on the souls of mortals and disrupt the order of heaven and earth."

Huo Feng let go of the ghost car and it fell straight to the ground. He sneered, "You asked me to let them go, what's the difference between that and killing me directly? My five hundred years of cultivation all depended on these souls. Without souls, I have to start all over again. I'm not that stupid, I won't let them go!"

Huo Feng advised: "The cultivation gained by taking shortcuts will have to be returned sooner or later. Now you still have a chance to turn back."

"Look back? Why should I look back? I'm very satisfied with everything now!" Gui Che laughed wildly and strangely. He pointed into the air and hooked out the soul of the middle-aged man behind Huo Feng.

"The time is perfect, and thank you for keeping me company. If you know what's good for you, you'd better leave my place and don't tell anyone what happened here, otherwise..." Gui Che threatened, pretending to be powerful even if he couldn't win.

Before he finished speaking, the door of the pawnshop suddenly opened, and then fell to the ground, splashing dust. The cold wind blew in from outside, bringing with it some dry dust.

Huo Feng looked towards the door. He was worried that another mortal would enter the store and become a hostage, but he didn't expect that the person who stepped into the store was his perfunctory master "Mo Wei" who had ignored him for many days.

Before he could say anything, he heard the ghost car making a strange noise, the tone of which revealed a hint of excitement.

"You, you are, you are a demon--" Guiche recognized Wang as his true self. Wang was nervous. He met someone who recognized him again? But it was not surprising that the demon clan recognized him.

She has always been a person who acts faster than she thinks. After approaching Huo Feng, the power of the demon god seemed to allow her to see the light of day again. The moment Huo Feng turned his head, she immediately cast a spell to control the body of the ghost car and pushed it back.

In an instant, the ghost car crashed backwards and eventually died on the sword.

"……god."

The words fell indistinctly, and Guiche's eyes widened in surprise. The next moment, his pupils became dilated, and his human form turned into a huge red bird. The bird's corpse drooped on the sword, and the blood and red feathers intertwined, making it difficult to distinguish them.

"That was a close call. I almost said it." Wang Wei secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

After Guiche died, the souls trapped in him were freed and flew out of the pawnshop, looking for the bodies of lost souls in the mortal world. The soul of the middle-aged man also returned to himself from mid-air.

Things happened too quickly, and Huo Feng wondered why his master gave Gui Che a fatal blow. Wang Wei explained that she saw Gui Che behind him and was about to make a move to hurt him.

"As a master, I can't care about so many things. First of all, I have to protect my apprentice. It was so urgent just now. If I hesitated for a moment, you might get hurt. I don't want you to get hurt." Wang Wei's words were firm and beautiful. "Besides, believing that evil spirits can change is the most ridiculous thing in the world." Wang Wei added in his heart, "Including me."

"Master, maybe we can give him a chance, which will be more meaningful than killing him."

"Maybe he is so arrogant because he sees your soft-heartedness." Wang Wei's words seemed to be a double entendre, but unfortunately Huo Feng didn't know it.

She stepped forward and gently lifted the messy hair on Huo Feng's forehead, and took out a silk handkerchief to wipe the blood from his eyes and cheeks. Huo Feng was a little bit incredulous about Wang Wei's attitude, he was stunned for a moment, his heartbeat accelerated for no reason.

"In a world where demons are rampant, you can only trust yourself. If I hadn't been there just now, you would have been hurt by that demon." Wang Wei's tone was gentle. He did not make excuses to blame Huo Feng for his predicament and embarrassment in the Sutra Library. Instead, he "gave him guidance".

"I'm sorry, Master, I shouldn't have gone down the mountain without permission." Huo Feng's voice was slightly hoarse, and he felt guilty for causing trouble.

Wang Wei smiled slightly, she put away the silk handkerchief, and reached out to pluck the bird feathers from his hair one by one. Huo Feng observed her quietly. She came in the cold wind of early spring, and her light-colored pupils looked deep in the dim candlelight. Her eye-catching white hair was casually tied up with an ordinary white jade hairpin. Even so, he still felt that she was always separated from this mundane world by thousands of wind and snow.

"Why can she always find me the fastest? And to me... she seems very special. Forget it, I should stop being so self-indulgent." Huo Feng was confused, but he was certainly not being self-indulgent.

During the days she lived in the sect, many monks came to Wang Wei out of curiosity, but they were always turned away. Apart from a few attempts by Elder Feng and the frequent exchanges between Elder Chunhe and Wang Wei when researching new pills, she had almost no ties with many people.

Wang Wei interrupted Huo Feng's recollection and said, "Clean up the scene, we'll talk in detail when we get back." Huo Feng used a simple spell to restore the messy traces of the fight, and put Gui Che's body into the storage space capsule.

"His memory..." Huo Feng hesitated, but Wang Wei insisted that he erase the memory of the unconscious man. After all, casting spells if seen by mortals would only bring trouble.

Afterwards, taking advantage of the blinding wind and dust, the two hurriedly left the pawnshop.

At this time, in a corner of the street, someone was secretly watching everything. When that person saw the master and apprentice walking out of the pawnshop, he also entered the pawnshop, as if he was doing something.

After returning to the Qiongji Pavilion of Tianhemen, Huo Feng began to pack his bags. He remembered what Wang Wei had said to him along the way.

"It's time for us to leave and go down the mountain. You're taking action early today. Are you impatient?" Wang Wei's pace was relaxed, and so was his tone.

"Could it be that Master has found a way to get rid of this strange power?" Huo Feng asked the key question.

"It's about right. We will go down the mountain in three days. If you have any regrets in the sect, please complete them as soon as possible. The journey down the mountain is long and the situation may change. I don't know when I can return here."

Huo Feng realized that the future would be difficult, so he said sincerely, "Master, thank you for helping me. These troubles should have nothing to do with you."

He stopped and revealed his inner thoughts. "I'm used to being alone. I've practiced for thousands of years, cut off desires and emotions, and haven't met anyone who shares the same ideals as me, such as a fellow disciple or a Taoist partner. So when Master offered to help me, I refused at first because I never believed that anyone would be willing to help me do anything."

Wang Wei bit her lip, her expression a little unnatural. What did this boy mean by suddenly saying this?

"Thank you, Master," Huo Feng thanked him again, "for letting me no longer be alone when I am reborn."

"It's nothing. I help you because you are my last disciple." Wang avoided the main point and said, "Don't feel any burden. I do this for myself." She told the truth appropriately, but no one would believe it at this time.

Wang Wei surpassed Huo Feng and went up the mountain first. She had to admit that she was deeply touched by Huo Feng's confession.

Although only the tip of a hair.

After packing up, he will say goodbye to the elders of the sect tomorrow and the day after tomorrow. Huo Feng was sitting on the couch, gradually entering into meditation.

He suddenly opened his eyes and found himself inexplicably entering another scene again.

This time he found that his hands and feet were bound, and he was suspended in the air in a dark place. He could not see anything, but could hear his own heavy breathing and the sound of dripping water nearby. He tried to struggle, but the ropes that bound his hands and feet seemed to come alive and tightened a little more.

I fell asleep again, and it was a dream even more suffocating than the previous nightmare.

He wanted to shout for help, but found that his throat was like under a spell and he couldn't make a single sound.

Has this turned him into a blind and dumb person?

Huo Feng was suddenly filled with endless despair and pain. He tried desperately to pull at the things that were locking his hands and feet, but the ropes became tighter and tighter, almost tearing his body into pieces.

Pain spread all over his body, and his breathing became heavier. Was he really finished this time? For the first time in his life, he felt this kind of fear, a fear from the depths of his soul.

Suddenly, a psyllable butterfly emitting ice-blue light appeared from nowhere. It was like a small flying lamp, illuminating a small area around him. Only then did he confirm that he could still see things.

The ropes that bound his hands and feet were nothing but several long anacondas as thick as bowls. The skin and flesh at his wrists had begun to rot due to long-term wear and tear, and there was something alive wriggling within his bones and blood.

He suddenly understood where the spirit butterfly came from.

Huo Feng felt a chill in his heart. There was nothing he could do besides this. He was completely trapped here.

But he was unwilling to give up, so he struggled with all his might. He tried to call upon the unknown power in his heart, hoping that it could help him escape from his current predicament.

"Help me! Help me untie it and let me leave here!" Huo Feng shouted loudly in his heart. He shouted countless times and he didn't dare to stop for even a moment.

"Huo Feng, wake up! Open your eyes quickly, Huo Feng..."

In addition to the sound of dripping water, there was also a voice that was faintly heard. That voice seemed to be trying to penetrate space and time just to reach him.

Huo Feng screamed silently into the darkness and nothingness: "Wake up! Wake up!"

He suddenly opened his eyes wide, his vision gradually focused, and he found that he had returned to reality. The first thing that caught his eye was... his master.

Wang Wei was sitting beside the couch, staring at him hesitantly. He sat up immediately, and before he knew it, he was lying flat on the couch, still covered with a scalding quilt.

"Master, I had a nightmare again." Huo Feng's voice was hoarse, as if the roar just now was real.

"I found it." Wang Wei frowned slightly and reached out to tidy up Huo Feng's hair. His hair was wet with sweat and tangled together. She touched his forehead again and found that it was also very hot.

"Lie down." Wang Wei ordered, and Huo Feng obeyed her and lay down obediently. Wang Wei helped Huo Feng calm down some of the symptoms brought by the power, and soon Huo Feng's body returned to normal temperature.

"Tell me more about your dream."

Huo Feng first mentioned the first dream he had on the Dream Boat. Wang Wei didn't react much after hearing it, but he made an internal comment: "It seems that this kid is not very popular in the heavens. He is too strong-willed and likes to go against everyone. He is somewhat similar to me."

Then he mentioned the dream in which he had a second level of perception and a dream in which he was killed in the Sutra Library in the Heaven Realm not long ago. It is not difficult to guess the common point of these dreams: he was in a dangerous situation and had a narrow escape from death.

"Master, when I was in the dream boat before, I met you in the second dream." Huo Feng suddenly remembered his doubts that had been bothering him for a long time, and wanted to see Wang Wei's reaction. Wang Wei naturally knew what was going on, and she quickly thought of an explanation in her mind.

"What you think about during the day, you dream about at night. I guess you were thinking about me that day and wanted me to kill you, right?" Wang Wei made up a story based on reality.

"But……"

Wang Wei thought about these dreams, and her eyes were filled with unpredictable emotions. She seemed unwilling to go into too much detail, and everything she said was within Huo Feng's expectations.

"Forget these dreams. The contents of these dreams have nothing to do with you. I promise." Wang Wei said seriously. Although she spoke the truth, in the other party's eyes they were words of endless comfort.

"Master, could this be related to that strange power? I feel like every time..."

"No." Wang Wei replied firmly, "Huo Feng, you must remember, never use this power in front of others... Try not to use it, in short, it's not good for you." After saying that, she stood up.

Huo Feng's eyes flashed with reluctance: "Master, are you leaving?"