The villain's daily corpse collection

At this time, the five people hiding in the corner slowly walked out from a corner and prepared to explore the surroundings.

However, after walking out of the wall, everyone was shocked by the scene before them.

The red fog in front of him was finally dispelled, and the whole world revealed its original appearance.

Behind the red fog, a corner of the dilapidated city was exposed to everyone.

Where are the bright and colorful clothes?

Where are the colorful paintings on the walls?

Where is the beautiful night with brilliant fireworks?

It seems as if there has been a great war here.

Wherever it went, there was billowing smoke, broken buildings, and flowing blood, and countless people died.

Everything around seemed to have been torn to pieces, with rubbish everywhere.

"Here...what on earth happened here?" Du Ximiao spoke with difficulty. She saw a small hand pressed under a house on the roadside, with a straw toy tightly held in the hand.

Without saying a word, she ran over and tried to move the heavy wooden beam above, and Yuan Xiang also went to help.

Zhuang Boyan seemed to have never seen such a tragic scene. He calmed down a little and tried to find survivors.

Huo Feng also began to explore the vicinity with his spiritual sense, and soon he came to a conclusion.

He turned to look at Wang Wei and finally shook his head.

After searching for a while without any results, Zhuang Boyan's emotions seemed to have reached a critical point.

Seeing Wang Wei only frowning slightly, he stepped forward and grabbed her arm tightly: "Aren't you a god? Aren't you omnipotent? Why don't you save them? Save them, maybe there are still people alive here!"

Wang Wei just looked at him calmly and took his hand away from himself.

"God is not omnipotent. At least I don't know how to come back to life from the dead."

"So many people died, can you really remain indifferent?"

Zhuang Boyan frowned and looked at Wang Wei. This expression was very similar to what Tianzun Junzhao said to her back then: "You killed so many people from your clan. Are you really so... calloused?"

Wang Wei didn't understand how they felt. Whenever she felt this way, she could only feel the emptiness of life and the dullness of divine life...

She always felt that something was missing from her, perhaps it was some emotional feeling, something that could not be expressed in words.

But these things are not what she urgently needs. In this case, why should she rush to pursue them?

"Mortals like to write their emotions on their faces. No matter what they really think in their hearts, at least it's enough to do it for the sake of appearance, right?" Wang Wei said mercilessly.

"You——" Zhuang Boyan didn't expect her to speak so bluntly.

"It is always difficult to distinguish between true kindness and hypocrisy. It's just that the starting points are different. It will take time to test... Mr. Zhuang, I hope you will be a true and kind person in this life."

Wang Wei smiled softly, and then called out to everyone, "There are quite a few people in the southeast direction, it seems to be the back hill of the square where we came from. Who among you will come with me?"

Du Ximiao and Yuan Xiang moved the body for a long time and found that the child trapped underneath was still breathing.

"Sister Weiwei! Come and see, this child seems to be still alive!" Du Ximiao shouted.

Zhuang Boyan took the lead and stepped forward to help carry the child to the ground.

It was a little girl, with a big wound on her head. The blood had dried, and the straw toy in her hand had fallen apart and was in disarray.

"Master, we..." Huo Feng didn't understand Wang Wei's attitude, but he still chose to follow Wang Wei's arrangements.

"Go and save them."

Wang Wei spoke, and Huo Feng nodded and stepped forward, using his unique wood magic to heal the little girl's wounds.

Zhuang Boyan stood up and looked at Wang Wei.

"I thought you would just watch me die. I was too narrow-minded." He took the initiative to step forward and bowed to apologize.

"Isn't she still alive?" Wang Wei glanced at the little girl lying on the ground. "She hasn't died yet, but it will be soon."

Zhuang Boyan glared again, and Wang Wei shrugged and explained, "Her parents are gone, and she doesn't have any brothers or sisters at home, and her relatives are not here. It should be difficult for a mortal at this age... to live alone."

With just one glance, she had seen through the little girl's background.

In a short time, Huo Feng had almost healed the little girl's wounds. He walked to Wang Wei and said, "Master, what should she do next?"

"When it comes to mortal matters, you should ask those mortals how to solve them." Wang Wei looked at Zhuang Boyan.

Zhuang Boyan said, "Let's take her with us first, and then hand her over to the government's orphanage later."

Wang Wei had no objection and only said: "I don't know how to take care of a child. Since I want to take care of her, you should take care of her."

After saying that, she headed southeast.

He also used some magic and shook everyone off in an instant, without even a trace of him left.

"Why did she leave so fast? Wasn't she afraid that she would have to take care of the child?" Zhuang Boyan looked in the direction where Wang Wei Juechen went, somewhat puzzled.

Wang Wei herself certainly had never thought about it, because even if she really gave the child to her, she would push the child to someone else, such as Huo Feng.

She just had a strong premonition, and only after counting on her fingers could she realize that something bad was happening at the moment.

Wang Wei rushed all the way to the back of the square, which was exactly the southeast direction she had calculated.

There was a wasteland there with a temporary high stone platform.

A group of monks in Taoist robes gathered nearby, each holding an unsheathed sword, looking as if they were ready for battle.

She flew up, stepped between the branches of a tree, and saw the person tied up on the stone platform. It was Liu Yin!

At this time, Liu Yin turned into a half-human, half-snake form, with his long and sharp snake tail coiled around the stone pillar, as if he was nailed by a weapon like the Emei Thorn, unable to move freely.

The huge wings behind were pierced by a special black iron chain, and blood kept dripping onto the ground. The ground of the stone platform was corroded by the poisonous blood.

In front of her were several bundles of firewood, which looked like they had been burned for at least one round.

Although Liu Yin's fair cheeks were blackened by the smoke, she was not affected by the fire attack at all.

There were some remains of monks' corpses around the stone platform.

It can be seen that they paid a considerable price when they bound and sealed Liu Yin.

Wang Wei couldn't help but frown. What's going on?

As soon as she left, Liu Yin was arrested.

Didn’t she swear to hand over the artifact personally a few days ago? Why was she arrested the next day?

The male monk leading the crowd stepped onto several stone platforms.

The people in the audience were discussing at this time. The male monk raised his sword and said, "This monster has been ruining our plans for a long time. Now, it has finally been defeated by our sect. I heard that... many disciples in the sect had wavered before. Now that she has been captured, you should be relieved!"

"But, but... the people in this city, they all..." A monk in the audience hesitated.

"No buts!" The monk's eyes were fierce, "Those people are just mortals who are struggling to survive. They are not even half as good as the shadow of the divine weapon!"

"That's right!" another monk answered, "I don't know where those people got the counterfeits from, and they got so many at once. They brought this situation upon themselves!"

"Today, I will kill this snake demon! Anyone who dares to steal our hard-earned artifact must pay the price!" The leading male monk encouraged people with his passionate voice, and some people in the audience began to follow the rhythm.

"Kill the snake demon and get the artifact!"

"Kill the snake demon and get the artifact!"

"Kill the snake demon and get the artifact!"

Wang Wei watched everything calmly. At this time, Liu Yin on the stone pillar moved.

Although her entire body was sealed, she still laughed wildly, her voice even drowning out the shouts of the monks below.

The leading male monk reinforced the seals and magic tools on her body. Liu Yin spat out black blood, rolled her eyes, and said, "Fools, that magic tool is of no use to you! It's just a broken painting. You really have never seen the world. You actually think it's a treasure?"

The male monk said with a frown: "Would we believe the words of a demon race?"

Someone nearby echoed, "Why is it useless? Then why are you demons so happy to snatch it?"

Liu Yin smiled and said, "Those monsters who tried to steal the divine weapon are all sick in the brain. I have eaten them. Are you sick too?"

The group of practitioners below the stage: “…”

The male monk snorted coldly: "You are just spreading rumors to confuse the public! That artifact can obviously fulfill people's wishes. I'm sure everyone has heard what the god in the painting said!"

"I've heard it. It's indeed the painting that speaks for itself!"

"I was right next to the artifact when it spoke. I can guarantee with my life that it is absolutely true!"

"I also heard that the god in the painting helped an old family member find her raccoon slave!"

"..."

Liu Yin looked at the crowd below and shook his head: "It's hopeless. For this useless artifact, you have disregarded the lives of so many innocent people and deliberately provoked disputes between the realms... Tsk tsk."

The leading male monk and a group of monks seemed to have been hit in a sore spot. Coming from the mouth of a demon, these words would only double their embarrassment.

"Although there is chaos in this city, we have the divine weapon in our hands. As long as we make a wish to the divine painting, everything will be restored to its original state. I am willing to contribute my wish to restore the city that has been moved. How do you think?"

The people in the audience shouted the monk's name, and were touched by his "righteous" action.

“It is better to believe that I am the Lord of Heaven than to believe that the painting can fulfill your wishes.” For the first time, Liu Yin felt how difficult it was to speak to those cultivators in mortal language.

"You monster, how dare you tarnish the name of the Heavenly Venerable! I think you are really looking for death!" As he said this, a cultivator came forward with a sword in hand, as if he was blessed with unremitting power by the divine painting, and he forgot how the cultivators who had just gone up to challenge him died.

"Wait a minute."

Wang Wei appeared behind the crowd. She was dressed in a green robe and walked slowly towards them. The monks who were surrounding her inexplicably made way for her.

"Who are you?"

"I am the Supreme God Fu Miao. I am here incognito to investigate some matters. It is about that painting. I want to take it away."

Wang Wei's ability to speak freely was still as good as ever, and he even thought of whose identity to use in an instant.

The male monk standing on the stage did not expect such a thing to happen. He frowned and looked at Wang Wei, and for a moment he did not dare to determine the truthfulness of her words.

"How do you prove your identity? How do you prove that you want to take the painting away?"

"It was wrong for the artifact to be lost in the mortal world. Now I am here to set things right. I don't need to prove anything to you."

"The artifact is under the care of my sect and the City God. It is absolutely safe, but we cannot return it to the God yet." He paused, "We need time to verify your identity with the City God."

It's also reasonable.

But Wang Wei's identity could not be revealed to anyone, so she smiled and said, "Okay, then let's take a step back today. The painting will be left with the City God and you for now—"

"Qishan Gate." The male monk added.

"Well, let's keep it at Qishan Gate for now. But——"

Her eyes fell on Liu Yin, "I want to capture that big monster."

As soon as Wang Wei finished speaking, the monks in the audience began to whisper, but most of them seemed to be very happy.

"What kind of good thing is this that fell from the sky? It's worthy of being a god!"

"The hot potato was thrown away, but the artifact was temporarily kept. This Supreme God is really easy to talk to."

The leading male monk was also secretly delighted, but he put on a pretentious expression.

"Are you planning to take credit for this? May I ask whether we have any credit for capturing the ancient monster?"

Wang Wei and Liu Yin were both complaining in their hearts at the same time: "How shameless."

Huo Feng and his team arrived late, and seeing this scene, he suggested that everyone hide and wait and see. He recognized the leading monk as the senior brother of the team of demon-catching monks he met in the north of the city that day.

"This beast has nearly five thousand years of cultivation. Even if it has been weakened by your magic, I believe none of you here can defeat it. Why not leave it to me?"

Wang Wei explained with an expressionless face, he really didn't want to pay attention to the male monk.

"No! I won't go with her! She...she will kill me!" Liu Yin's eyes were filled with complete panic. She struggled hard to break free from the seal of the magic weapon on her body and showed a very fearful attitude towards the woman in the audience.

"This is not something a monster like you can decide! I am in charge of punishment in the heavens. I will bring this monster back today and punish him!"

Someone beside the leading male monk whispered to him, and it seemed that he was offering him a way out.

Everyone could see that the monster was not a good guy and they could never subdue it.

Better, stop here.

Judging from the attitude of the big demon, the woman who claimed to be a god was not making it up. Fear could not be hidden, and the change in the attitude of the snake made it clear.

The male monk nodded and said in a pretentious manner: "Since we have met you by chance today, why don't we make a good relationship? I will hand over the five thousand year old monster to you."

The cultivators gathered together as a team, took out their magical weapons, and prepared to go directly back to the mountain gate.

"Wait!" Wang Wei called out to them.

"Anything else?"

"Just now I passed through Siqian City and saw mortals dead and injured, and houses collapsed... They were covered with marks of Xuanmen magic and demon magic. What happened?"

Wang Wei spoke slowly. She felt the aura around her change drastically. She even vaguely felt that everyone was gathering their strength to attack her.

"Could it be that the demons coveted the treasures of the heavens, and when you were fighting with the demons, you accidentally hurt a mortal?"

"Those mortals were killed by the demons. For the sake of that divine painting, they disregarded the agreement and attacked mortals. It was really..." The male monk said with deep disgust, but his words were not finished yet and were all expressed in his expression.

"I understand. All the people were killed by the demons. It has nothing to do with you, right?"

Wang Wei interrogated the matter with the attitude of the God of Punishment. The cultivators looked at each other, then nodded in agreement in unison.

"That's right!" said the male cultivator, "We are also mortals who have risen to this level. How could we possibly attack our own kind?"

"I understand." Wang Wei nodded.

She knew they were all lying.