It’s a bit unaccustomed to be a supporting role for the first time [Quick Transmigration]

In the iron cage filled with stench, only a beam of light hit the ground.

The bloodstains all over the floor were very clear, and some of them had formed blood clots.

Not far away lay a short person, Tongyue.

He was covered in scars, his breathing was weak, his twisted wrists twitched slightly, his back and legs were all bloody.

There was still a person curled up in the corner, biting his fingers nervously, the flesh on his hands had been bitten to pieces.

"Who is alive?"

A slender woman walked in slowly. She had a gorgeous appearance, and even the fine lines around her eyes were unique.

The ghost-faced killer who followed behind responded, "Both of them are still alive at the moment."

An Miyin, who seemed to have regained her mental state, looked calm. She looked at the little man covered in blood, and said coldly: "Tong Yue, are you happy to be treated like this by the man you love?"

Tong Yue couldn't speak anymore, he was severely dehydrated, and his hunger was swallowing him bit by bit.

His consciousness became more and more blurred, as if all memories were going away from him.

He vaguely remembered that he had given Lu Ji the steamed buns and water.

Two days later, he discovered that he had overestimated himself.He was very thirsty and hungry, and he stretched out his hand to Lu Ji uncontrollably, wanting a sip of water.

Lu Ji's smile at that time was the same as when they first met many years ago, very warm.

He said: "There are not many steamed buns and water left. Since only one can survive, then give me this chance, and I will live well for you."

Tong Yue's heart was sour, in fact, she had expected this result a long time ago.

But he didn't expect it to be so painful, he rushed to snatch it like crazy, and the two tore together and beat each other for the first time.

Being weak, he failed to snatch the steamed bun from Lu Ji's hand.

He was lying on the cold ground with injuries all over his body.

A few days later, the steamed buns and water were gone.

Lu Ji gradually became strange, his eyes were crazy like he had never seen before.

Tong Yue watched helplessly as the usually weak man threw herself on top of her.

It hurts.

severe pain.

It's the feeling that the flesh on the body is being bitten off.

With his own eyes, he watched his flesh being nibbled on by the person he loved the most.

An Miyin stared at it for a long time, then suddenly burst out laughing, tears streaming down her cheeks, "Is this your love? It really impresses me! Hahahahahahaha!"

After the madness passed, her intense emotions caused her whole body to tremble non-stop.

Finally, she stopped laughing and returned to her gentle look. She turned her head to look at the ghost face, and asked quietly, "Where is my son?"

Ghost Face was silent.

"Where is my son Xie Qingyu? I want to see him." An Miyin murmured in a low voice.

"You take a good rest here, we will see you later." Ghost Face replied.

An Miyin tilted her head, imagining the moment they met, smiling happily.

She has mental problems, and her memory suddenly seems to only stay on a certain day many years ago.

At that time, Xie Qingyu was still her adoptive son.

The Devil's Cult is also in its heyday, occupying almost half of the Jianghu, and everyone's talk has changed.

At that time, Xie Qingyu was still a perfect ghost-faced killer, and the first task he received was to assassinate an official of the imperial court.

All was going well until he beheaded the official.

But just as he was leaving, he was surrounded by people from the Criminal Ministry.

An insider told the secret.

Xie Qingyu was arrested in a daze and sent to the prison of the Criminal Ministry, where the man with the mole on his nose was locked in the darkness.

When An Miyin heard about this, she was sad for a few days, and then re-selected three children.

Business as usual.

She is still that gentle and virtuous mother.

These three children are completely different from the previous three, they are extremely obedient, and she can't feel rebellion.

They looked at her with fear and no love in their eyes.

It's all the same, there's no difference.She hypnotized herself over and over again.

Until a few years later, Hua Buwen turned into a killing god and returned in blood.

She saw behind the flying man in red a young man with a familiar smile on his lips and canine teeth showing.

He tilted his head, his eyes were full of slyness, "Mother, do you still remember me?"

That was the last time we met.

The Demon Cult was bloodbathed and turned into a real purgatory.

The former leader of the Devil's Cult was covered in spikes all over his body, and he hung himself in the hall for a full month before he died.

Corpses were lying on the ground, stumps were flying, and everything was covered in bright red.

She was the only one who survived.

The blood moon covered the sun.

The demon palace that was extravagant and enjoyable back then has now become an abandoned remnant.

The cold wind shuttled back and forth, and the cobwebs in the corner kept shaking.

Jiuli walked slowly into the depths of the hall and stepped into the dark room.

The smell inside was very pungent, a smell of rotten meat.

Dust was floating around, and a person lay quietly on the ground.

He was festering, full of disgusting abscesses, dripping with reddish-brown pus.

The sores on his face were smaller, and his eyes were still open.

As if aware of Jiuli's footsteps, this extremely terrifying man opened his mouth with difficulty, "It turns out that the person who killed Yecheng was not Hua Buwen, but you."

Jiuli's expression remained unchanged, and he said coldly, "Well, it's me."

Wei Zheng's voice was hoarse, and a little blood froth came out when he said a word, "Yecheng became a land of corpses overnight. Back then, I made a special trip just to find this poison. I searched for it for a long time. , did not find any."

He laughed hard a few times, mocking himself, "I didn't expect that it would appear on me one day."

He turned his head to look at Jiuli with difficulty, "Poisoned the whole city, how did you do it?"

Jiuli said calmly, "It's not difficult, just put them in the pollen and let them drift away with the wind."

For the first time, Wei Zheng became curious about the cause of a massacre, "Why?"

"Because they made the poison themselves."

Wouldn't it be wonderful to taste the results and experience it for yourself?