The villain's daily corpse collection

Wang Wei seemed to do it on purpose, Huo Feng secretly adjusted his breathing, trying his best to calm himself down.

"I can sense that Master has always seemed to be suppressing himself... Before I ascended, I thought only mortals had to control their emotions. After I ascended, I discovered that the gods were the same."

Suddenly, Wang Wei raised his hand to lift the hair that was blocking Huo Feng's face, and seemed not very interested in what he was saying.

He paused for a moment before speaking again slowly, "Although there are many gods who indulge in sensual pleasures, their pursuits are not much different from those of mortals, so they are reduced to the lowest level of the heavens. However, there is another type of gods who, in order to pursue a more profound way, constantly fight against their inner other selves... They seem to be high and mighty, but in fact they are suffering inside."

"What do you want to say?" Wang Wei leaned close to him and asked in his ear.

"Well... Master, you don't need to be so suppressed in front of me. Whether you are happy or sad, or angry or afraid, you can show it. I want to share some of your burdens... Many things pile up and are buried in the heart. Over time, they will explode one day and make the heart full of holes. Isn't it this heart that we rely on when we practice?"

He looked at the heart behind him that was beating slowly from time to time.

"Do you know what you are saying?" Wang Wei's chuckle lingered in his ears, illusory and ethereal, like the heavenly music coming from a dream mirage.

"I... Your disciple dares to speak, Master... Your master will just listen casually."

"You are indeed bold."

Wang Wei wrapped his hanging hair around her fingers. Huo Feng didn't dare look at her directly, for fear of disrupting his breath again, so he fixed his gaze on the stone wall in the distance.

Wang Wei did not do as he wished and forcibly twisted his chin towards him, forcing him to make eye contact with him.

"My restraint is good for all of you. If one day I am no longer willing to restrain myself, God knows what will happen. So, don't mess with me."

She stood up, looked down at Huo Feng who was still kneeling on the ground, and then looked at the shackles wrapped around his heart.

I thought Huo Feng would give up after saying this, but I didn't expect that he would stand up after her and hug her from behind.

"Master is the most important person in this world to me. No one will ever surpass Master in my heart... I trust Master unconditionally, and I also hope that Master can trust me."

Wang Wei's expression moved slightly, but he didn't answer.

"I also hope to become an important person to Master, just like the disciples who once surrounded Master."

Wang Wei gently pried open the hands around her waist and turned around: "No one can become someone else. Don't do such useless things, and don't judge others' position in my heart at will. It is enough for you to just stay by my side and be an obedient disciple."

Huo Feng lowered his eyes, hiding the disappointment in his eyes.

"But," she changed the subject, "you are indeed the most important to me."

Most of her strength lies in him, which is the most important thing.

After hearing this, Huo Feng's eyes lit up instantly, and he held his breath, as if this precious quote would be blown away if he lost his temper.

"Really? Master is just teasing me."

"Since I became an adult, I have rarely lied to others."

When she was young, she did tell lies all the time, but after she grew up to be a strong person, she no longer needed to lie because no one could defeat her. Telling the truth would only anger more opponents to death.

Huo Feng looked delighted. All the anxiety he had felt before receded like the tide, and he finally didn't have to breathe in fear anymore.

Wang Wei pretended to be casual and asked Huo Feng: "What happened in the gallery just now?"

Huo Feng's breathing rhythm was disrupted again.

"Well... after we walked into the gallery, nothing happened at first. Everyone present was just enjoying the paintings. Although the paintings were mostly the same, they all showed a woman with only a mouth as a facial feature."

"What happened next? Why did he start killing people?"

"I walked through the entire gallery and found that the number of paintings matched the number of people entering the gallery. The requirements for viewing paintings here were also very strange. Everyone was placed in a compartment covered by a curtain, and each person held a painting. This was the first time I heard of such a hidden way of viewing paintings."

"I still had doubts. I didn't understand the paintings, so I asked others, but their answers were even more bizarre. They said, 'These are divine paintings that can fulfill people's wishes' without paying any price."

Wang Wei felt that this was a rather long story, so she pulled Huo Feng to sit in a pavilion that she had temporarily conjured up with magic, and she also produced a wine jug and two wine cups.

"There is nothing without a price," Wang Wei sipped his wine and sneered, "It is impossible to obtain worldly things, especially such mundane things as satisfying desires, out of thin air. Although the price has not been seen yet, perhaps it will eventually appear someday in the future."

Huo Feng picked up the wine cup and took a sip. This wine was brewed from white plums. It was extremely clear in the mouth, and had a sweet taste in the chill.

"So what happened when you were appreciating the painting?"

Huo Feng put down the wine cup and continued, "The painting actually speaks human words. It is the mouth in the painting. It is constantly guiding and guiding the viewers to fall into its trap."

"Then what wish did you make?" Wang Wei asked casually as he raised his hand to add wine.

"I promised--" The voice suddenly stopped abruptly.

"I, I didn't make a wish. It was a trap, it was fake, I know that." He spoke a little haltingly, but still tried his best to stabilize his aura, and picked up the wine cup and drank it all.

"It's okay, don't be nervous, just have a drink and chat. I'm not questioning your ability, I just want to know, what is your wish?"

"I... I don't have any wishes." Huo Feng drank it all in one gulp.

"You are not a liar. Tell me. Maybe I can help you realize it."

Taking advantage of the slightly tipsy atmosphere at this moment, Wang Wei poured some wine and pressed on: "Tell me, your master is a very powerful god. There is nothing in this world that I can't do."

Huo Feng felt a little dizzy. He didn't know why. He had always had a good alcohol tolerance, but today he felt dizzy.

He tried his best to hold on to his rationality and not lose his composure in front of his master.

I don't want to admit that I am not as good as that mortal in this regard.

Zhuang Boyan, his willpower was extraordinary. Faced with the temptation of that mouth, he threw the painting directly to the ground.

Although the sound still lingered in his ears, he took a pen from the painter in the nearby booth and completely sealed his mouth with fresh ink.

This action caused extreme dissatisfaction in the painting. The woman in the painting could not make any sound, so she began to beat the picture frantically until she was covered in blood, and the blood flowed from the painting into reality.

Zhuang Boyan was entangled by the sticky blood on the ground and was unable to break free. He finally fell to the ground and fainted.

When Huo Feng came to find him, he woke up once, but in the end he was still a mortal fighting against evil spirits. After seeing the spectators staggering around and bloodstains everywhere, he was shocked and fainted.

And Huo Feng discovered that the voice of the painting speaking was exactly the same as Wang Wei's voice.

While he was hesitating, the painting gradually attacked him and said many things in Wang Wei's voice that he would never hear under normal circumstances.

Huo Feng relaxed for a while and was taken by Hua to another place, where he and Wang Wei first met.

Tianzhou, a vast expanse of snowfields.

"Wang Wei" was dressed in a green and red feather dress, so bright and gorgeous that it was beyond comparison. The wind blew off her veil, revealing the true face of a goddess.

Huo Feng stood there blankly, watching her walk towards him step by step.

She took Huo Feng's hand and looked at him with her captivating eyes.

"I've been waiting for you for a long time. Come with me. Isn't this to fulfill your wish?" Her voice was much softer than usual, but Huo Feng frowned slightly and his body showed some resistance.

Wang Wei seemed to have noticed this, she immediately loosened her hand and changed her tone completely: "It seems that I am not that important in your heart. Since you don't want to go with me, then we will never meet again."

Huo Feng raised his eyes and glanced at him sideways, with an aura of superiority.

This tastes just right.

He hurriedly followed, and "Wang Wei" extended his hand to him with a smile.

It's really a bit overwhelming.

He was testing the edge. His opponent was his master. Even though he knew it was fake, Huo Feng still felt that he was no match for her.

Knowing that there are tigers in the mountains, we still go there, fearing that we will die in the tiger's mouth one day...

Huo Feng was worried that something bad would happen to him, so he pulled out a dagger and stabbed himself in the shoulder. Blood spread on the ground, covering the snowy ground with red, as if it had also splashed onto the painting.

He was instantly sent to a place similar to a dreamland.

The divine blood carries special powers that are irresistible to evil spirits.

The painting instantly burned, and the voice was still begging him to save itself, pretending to be Wang Wei himself, who was accidentally trapped in the world of the painting. But the more it spoke, the more Huo Feng became clear-headed.

He knew very well how his master usually handled things, and she would definitely not beg for mercy or try to please him in that way.

He even felt that the painting had to wait for an opportunity to kill him in order to imitate his master's character.

In the end, the painting was burned to a fragment, on which the mouth was tightly closed, with a lot of blood flowing from the corners.

"My wish... My wish is Master..." Before he could finish his words, he fell drunkenly on the table and fell asleep.

Wang Wei pushed him, but there was no response.

She took the wine jug and put it to her nose and sniffed it, with a hint of doubt in her expression.

"No, this wine is not strong. I'm not drunk, what's wrong with him?"

The person fell down and couldn't be woken up.

Wang Wei had no intention of forcing the computer to turn on, so he just let Huo Feng lie on the table.

This painting is really weird. It helps people realize their wishes. If one really enters the painting, would the whole person's soul be trapped in the painting? That's why those people lying on the ground seem to be dead or alive.

Except for those who fought for the painting and died, the rest should not have died.

She continued her speculation and thought that someone must have known in advance the artifact she was looking for and copied countless similar paintings.

The purpose... was to make her the one who took the blame. After all, her reputation was already bad, so it was no big deal for her to take the blame. It would also allow those behind the scenes to act behind others, and they would have a better chance of winning if they hid in her shadow.

What's the point of absorbing so many souls and leaving the body behind? It shouldn't be as boring as just eating them.

She didn't understand the evil thoughts.

The human soul and body are of no use to her. These things have a time limit and will eventually disappear between heaven and earth.

Also, what was Liu Yin's connection with the whole thing? Although she was an extremely troublesome thorn, she was not a person who betrayed her teacher and ancestors.

She kept the method of breaking the formation in her heart, which was probably a gamble on her attitude.

That heart was not something that Wang Wei could mention. Liu Yin was really crawling back and forth on her nerves this time, and Wang Wei wanted to find the root cause.

The prerequisite for everything is to break the formation and leave here to get the answer.

The prerequisite for breaking the formation is to open the shackles that she has locked on her heart with her own hands.

Only she can do this.

As Wang Wei started to cast a spell, a figure appeared out of nowhere.

It was a person who looked almost exactly like her, except for the coloring of his long hair and eyebrows.

Wang Wei got straight to the point: "You came as soon as I called you. You really are haunting me."

Wang You was not angry about this. Instead, he walked closer and held her hand.

"Sister, it seems that you are living a good life now. I am happy for you."

Wang Wei laughed coldly a few times: "Isn't it? If I hadn't stolen your heart, I wouldn't have been able to make such a big breakthrough. It's just——"

"Don't try to change me with this heart!"

Wang Wei shook his hand away: "I never felt that I did anything wrong. Everything you have owed me is something you should repay."

"Yes, I think so too. So, it is only right that you take this heart."

Wang You turned his head and looked at the locked heart, and smiled helplessly, "Why lock it? No one here will compete with you, and there won't be anyone in the future."

"You are always so magnanimous, making me look so despicable. Of course, this is the evaluation you give us." Wang Wei's eyes were a little red, and she tried her best to restrain her emotions that were about to burst out at any time.

"Why should you care about their opinions? I know what kind of person you are. We are the only ones who know each other best, right?"

Wang You smiled gently, her smile showing her doting on her sister's reaction.

Wang Wei sighed deeply. In front of her, his emotions would easily be affected.

Fortunately, she is no longer here.

"You called me out because you are ready to remove the shackles?" Wang You still showed a gentle smile, "You have changed, a lot compared to before. But I have never manipulated your changes. This heart is yours, and you have the final say in everything."

Wang Wei snorted coldly: "I have the final say? Stop lying to me. You have no trust in me at all."

"God sometimes deceives himself. We are of the same mind. You don't believe me, and you don't believe yourself."

Huo Feng had woken up from his drunkenness. He hid behind a stone pillar and observed everything quietly.

I saw Wang Wei standing under the heart, and there was a person standing next to her, a person who looked very similar to her, but that person appeared as a shadow, without any entity.

"Sophistry!" Wang Wei frowned. "It's really ridiculous for you to say that. You are you, and I am me. I will not be proud of you, nor will I be ashamed of myself. You'd better not interfere with me. I called you out just to say hello."

After saying this, she stopped looking at You and immediately formed a seal and cast a spell.

Around the huge heart, the chains began to vibrate.