The devil attacks me every day

In just one day, all major immortal sects and immortal families in Liuhe sent people to the Middle Earth Continent one after another.

Tao Changyu, the No. 1 Taoist master of the Beishui Continent, has always been elusive, but this time he came with Wan Ting and the others. On the way, he also met Shu Cangzhu and Huai'an Ming, who are also the masters of the Five Elements Domain.

As for the Yeyang domain masters of the South Fire Continent, Fengyin, Huayi, and Yueshangzong, the world has never listed them as domain masters.After all, there is a huge difference in the gold content between the spiritual realm that was suppressed by the collective efforts of several sects, and the spiritual realm that was recovered by the three alone.

All three of them came together with their own forces. Besides, Yuan Jin who came with Huai'an Ming Dynasty and Shu Lang, the calligrapher's head of Yuncang Mansion, also gathered in Qiankun Domain.

Meng Qi'an and Zhuang Nanhai took Yang Ye and changed their faces again, mixing with the crowd going to and from Qiankun Domain.He glanced at the Huanyunzong crowd, but he didn't find Xu Xiaofei, but Shu Cangzhu appeared several times.

Yang You's body was soon discovered.The death of Yang You was not terrible. What was terrible was that the dead Yang You was decomposing at a speed visible to the naked eye. He was obviously a person who had just died. Within half a day, his face and abdominal cavity collapsed, and the corpse flowed all over the place.

Shulang and Yuan Jin stood side by side, and the sandalwood fragrance that Shulang once smelled on Yang You floated in the air again.

"I always feel... this smell is a bit familiar." Shu Lang clicked his tongue and whispered.

Yuan Jin sniffed, was silent for a moment, and then said: "Do you remember the Qiongshan Mass Burial Mound a hundred years ago."

The four little friends who went together back then are actually only the two of them left after a hundred years.Shu Lang couldn't help recalling Meng Qi'an and Zhuang Nanmu, his tone slowed down a bit: "Well, I remember, what's wrong?"

Yuan Jin stretched out his hand: "Don't you think Yang You's corpse is too weird?"

Shu Lang followed Yuan Jin's fingers to look at Yang You who was lying on the ground, frowned and thought for a moment, and then he was shocked: "Yes, this smell! This smell is very similar to the sandalwood scent on that zombie old man back then!"

"I heard that someone discovered the place where Yang You raised demons."

"Then... shall we take someone to have a look?"

The domain master who suppressed the three domains by himself has attracted attention. Tao Changyu and Shu Cangzhu are still very low-key and don't show up often. Whenever they appear, they will attract everyone's attention.

The weird person Meng Qi'an had met twice in Qiankun Domain was also included in this list.

Following his line of sight, Meng Qi'an found that he was reading Cang Zhu, but his eyes were different from those of ordinary people who read Cang Zhu. There was no curiosity, no longing and fanaticism, calm and terrifying, and seemed very out of place.

"Shu Lang and Yuan Jin seem to have brought some people to the old house." Zhuang Nanhai said.

Meng Qi'an came back to his senses, saw the two old friends from back then merging, and tugged at the corner of Zhuang Nanhai's clothes: "Let's go, let's go too!"

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Walking through the most prosperous long street in Chishui Mansion, stepping over a barrier that separates life and death, a bloody smell so strong that it almost makes you want to vomit hits your face.

Apart from Yuan Jin and Shu Lang, the faces of several disciples who followed were also pale.The disciples of the Huai clan in Anyuan Mansion are usually more spoiled, and when they smelled this smell, they retreated to the corner and vomited. After the uproar in their stomachs passed, they were supported by their companions and slowly followed.

The pool of blood makes people can't help cursing, the small bones in the pool of flesh and blood indicate that young lives will be deprived, and then filled with hatred, forcibly made into the most filthy thing in the world.

Although Shulang's temper became softer after becoming the head of the family, when he was with Yuan Jin, he was still the young man who was filled with righteous indignation.

"How many children's flesh and blood would it take to produce so many demon species... Could it be that the Yang family in Zhongtu has been doing these dirty things secretly for so many years?! That bastard Yang You! Death is not a pity! Last time Xue Ji When Zong met, I thought he was not a good guy, as expected!"

Yuan Jin has a clean nature and rejects these things physiologically.

But when he thought that these flesh and blood were once innocent lives, he couldn't help empathizing, closed his eyes and prayed for their no longer existing souls for a moment, then opened his eyes: "Let's look for it again, but there are others What."

He always felt that there would be something else here.This kind of premonition is very strong, it seems that when he recognized that Yang You was similar to the zombie a hundred years ago, he had glimpsed some of the secrets behind the fog.

A hundred years ago, Qiongshan Mass Burial Mound and Liufeng Mansion were destroyed, and Zhao Qian was full of evil spirits...

Yuan Jin's fist couldn't help tightening: "Liu Ming, you are with me."

Everyone separated.

This ancient house is very large, but fortunately when the two of them came, they brought a team of temporarily integrated disciples from various schools. After they searched carefully in different directions, a male disciple suddenly heard an exclamation.

"what happened?"

The male disciple retreated very quickly, his expression changed, and he was about to vomit again immediately.

"Huaiqing, what's the matter with you?" There were two Huai clan disciples in this team. Hearing the familiar voice, his companions rushed over immediately.

He exclaimed that the person just entered the door and vomited in the dark. At this time, he was very 'lucky' to run into two strange corpses.

"There are corpses inside...they have no skin!" Huaiqing gripped his companion's arm tightly, and even his legs softened a little.

Not that he was timid.Cultivators have always heard a lot of these anecdotes, but the nausea just now has not completely dissipated, and a more terrifying scene suddenly appeared, and he couldn't accept it for a while.

Yuan Jin and Shu Lang rushed over quickly, and saw the corner of the room that Huai Qing was pointing at, where two corpses were 'sitting' upright.

The clothes on their bodies were all stained with blood, and the patterned fabrics could not be seen clearly for a while, but it was vaguely discernible that they were a man and a woman.Shu Lang was more courageous, approaching the two corpses behind a faint light curtain condensed on his body, and found that both of them had their eyes wide open, as if they were dying.

"He seems to be newly dead." After observing closely for a while, Shulang replied, "If he was a mortal, he would have been dead for a day or two. But if he is a Taoist or a medical practitioner...it is difficult to calculate the time."

After death, practitioners decay at a much slower rate than ordinary people due to the lingering spiritual power in their bodies.According to the rate of decay of ordinary people, the man died in about 1-2 days. If it is estimated that Taoist cultivators died in the world, it would take [-] days to two months.

Now that it is early summer, the temperature in the past two months is not too high. In addition, the ancient house is very gloomy, and the temperature is much lower than the outside world. Within a month, it's possible.

He approached the female corpse again.

The female corpse died much longer than the male corpse.Not to mention the corruption of her flesh and blood, just because the clothes have faded, it is not difficult to see that she has been here for decades or even longer.Because the woman was wearing a red dress, the bloodstains were not obvious to the pattern of her dress.

"Crimson flames... which fairy gates are used?" Shu Lang asked.

Standing in the crowd dressed in white, Yuan Jin seemed a bit out of place.He covered his nose lightly with his sleeve robe, and replied: "Not a lot. The three sects of Fengyin, Huayi, and Yueshang in the South Fire Continent are all red flames, but the strokes are different."

Then he paused, and added: "If the red flame is hollow and there is orange outside, it is the family pattern of the Ji clan of Yanzhi Mansion."

Shu Lang carefully looked at the patterns on the woman's neckline and cuffs, which were hollow and the outer layer was slightly orange, and frowned: "Then she is from the Ji family of Yanzhifu. She died for about... decades. Specifically, I Not sure, the temperature here is a bit low, and the corpses of practitioners are placed here, and the decay rate is too slow."

"Is it possible to recognize the identity of the dead person?" Yuan Jin asked.

Shu Lang sized her up carefully.Nahaizhu, forbidden step, identity jade badge... nothing left.She doesn't even have a hairpin on her black hair, except for the Ji family's clothes, she can only vaguely tell from her bones that she was once a beauty.

"No." Shu Lang shook his head, "Unless we can find out all the young women who have lost track of Ji's family in the past few decades."

Young people here are naturally not in their teens or twenties. For Taoist cultivators, those under two hundred years old are considered young, and their cultivation level can keep up, and those under a thousand years old are considered young.

Huaiqing finally recovered.

He suppressed the soreness in his throat, and couldn't help but say: "Dead for decades? It's too hard to find... She has no face, how can I recognize it..."

Naturally, Shu Lang also knew that this matter was difficult, so he temporarily put aside his identity as a woman and went to see the man.

The man was newly dead, and the clothes on his body were covered with dried blood.He was already wearing dark purple clothes, and once the blood was stained, the pattern became even less obvious.

"Three-leaf bamboo?" Shulang turned his head, staring at the clothes on Huaiqing and his companions, and then turned his head to check the clothes on the deceased. He couldn't believe it: "Huaiqing, this is from your family!"

Huaiqing approached suddenly with his eyes wide open, pacing back and forth on the clothes of the dead man, and then looked shocked: "It's... it really belongs to our family..."

Another disciple of the Huai family came together with Huai Qing, trying to identify the deceased from his clothes.

"The three-leaf bamboo has not been replaced with purple-black, he is not yet an adult."

"Yes, and there is a golden thread hidden in his family pattern, he is a disciple of the direct line!"

"Direct line?" Huaiqing only felt his head grow bigger, "But, but...there are not many direct line disciples in my clan, and none of them died for no reason in recent years..."

According to the degree of decay of this person, it may take about two or three months to die.More than a month ago, Xue Jizong had an accident, and all the disciples of the direct line and side branches were recalled, and no one disappeared without reason.If this person is really a disciple of the Huai family in Anyuan Prefecture, then who could he be?

"How many direct descendants in your clan are about to reach adulthood?" Shu Lang asked.

"Not many." Huaiqing looked embarrassed, "It is because there are not many that we find it strange. If there are direct descendants of his age, there are probably only Master Qinghan and his younger brother, Master Qingyu. But Master Qingyu He's only 14 years old, he doesn't seem to be that tall...it's impossible for Master Qinghan."

Shu Lang's eyes lit up.Qinghan, Huai Qinghan, isn't that the name of the young man who he thought was weird before?

"Is Huai Qinghan still in the clan?" He asked.

"I'm not here recently. But Master Qinghan came back a few days ago, so it can't be him."

Recalling the turmoil of the Xueji sect more than a month ago, the young Huai Qinghan who was particularly out of place among the purple-clothed disciples, Shu Lang squinted his eyes.

With a solemn expression, he said, "It's not that he went home, it's not him."

The author has something to say: Sorry!I'm back!Probably because my brain is not enough, and the outline is not particularly complete, which led to the end stage in order to respect the previous settings, I have been changing, changing, changing, changing………………………………………………………………………………… My head is going bald QAQ