Inside the Yunlai Inn, sighs rose and fell among the crowd. They never expected the story to take such a dramatic turn, with a murderous fiend appearing halfway through.

The story of Shen Wei has actually been circulating for a long time, but no one would have thought that he actually had a master-disciple relationship with Guo Liu.

"That's not right. If he was a serial killer, why didn't he just kill all those people?"

"Why would so-called demons and villains care about the grievances having a source and the debts having a debtor?"

"If his style is truly like this, then he is very much a match for a true righteous person."

"Yes, this Shen Wei is probably a man with a story. He killed his wife, his father, and his mother. What exactly happened to him?"

The curiosity of the cultivators inside the inn suddenly surged!

It is human nature to enjoy liveliness, and liveliness also represents fun, as well as the pleasure of prying into other people's secrets.

"Keep watching, there is no one in this world more innocent and kind than Shen Wei."

At this moment, Kuafu's calm voice rang out, causing everyone to look at him with puzzled expressions.

“Father, this doesn’t make sense. Shen Wei’s background information is very clear: he killed his wife, and he even killed his parents.”

Kua Tingting was utterly shocked; her understanding seemed to have been shattered at that moment.

Not to mention her, even the cultivators who had been practicing for millions of years present found it hard to believe.

How could someone like Shen Wei be the most innocent and kind person in the world?

"People's malice can be amplified tens of thousands of times by something that conflicts with their own perception."

"But Tingting, the truth is often buried beneath the snow-capped mountains!"

Kuafu said in a cold voice. After saying this, he used a great supernatural power to display the scene in the hall once again.

There, there are endless snow-capped mountains.

The mountains stand tall, covered in a vast expanse of white snow, which has draped the sky and the earth in a white cotton coat.

Master Shen and his disciples have lived in that small Taoist temple for tens of thousands of years.

Over these tens of thousands of years, Guo Liu, who was originally a good-for-nothing, was transformed by his master into a prodigy.

His swordsmanship.

His alchemy skills.

Ninety-nine percent of his power was completely absorbed by Guo Liu.

Guo Liu is about to graduate.

His strength was enough to surpass those enemies who killed his wife ten thousand years ago!

He had a recurring dream in the dead of night where he killed all his enemies and all those connected to them!

Exterminate their family, sever their lineage, and wipe out their race!

The so-called old, weak, women and children, anyone who has any connection with the enemy, are only fit to turn into cups of dust, leaving behind the blood that excites and pains him!

The only way is to kill.

Only then can Guo Liu's grief over the loss of his wife, which has lasted for ten thousand years, be extinguished.

This day.

Guo Liu went down the mountain.

He hummed the tune his wife used to love most. The immortal sword his master had given him lay across his back, and he placed his hands on both ends of the sword, humming that familiar song, as he slowly and contentedly left the Taoist temple where he had lived for ten thousand years.

A few days later.

The forces throughout the Heavenly Spirit Kingdom collapsed one after another.

No one can say for sure why it collapsed.

The once lofty sect in everyone's eyes has now been reduced to ruins, with only the bloodstains on the ground seemingly able to reveal the cruel scene of that day.

There are religious sects, Buddhist sects, and even the imperial court!

Under Guo Liu's ruthless killing, those who were involved in the murder of his wife were cut into human sticks and put into a porcelain jar.

Soaked in salt water, blended with strong liquor.

Guo Liu even made a trip to the Western Regions, spending a lot of money to buy a large number of blood-devouring ants.

These blood-eating ants react to soft human flesh as if they were a drunkard seeing fine wine.

Madness, and greed!!!

They would weave back and forth across the bodies of their enemies, their red, sharp teeth mercilessly sucking blood.

Of course, without eliminating these enemies, they will not die every day, but they will experience a living hell.

Under such living conditions

The enemies regretted it.

They wept bitterly with regret, their eyes filled with an overwhelming sense of fear.

But is regretting it useful?

If you do something wrong, you have to pay the price!

Even if the principles of Heaven and the hearts of the people are meaningless, Guo Liu still had to commemorate his long-deceased wife in this way.

This isn't over yet.

All of Guo Liu's enemies were submerged in porcelain jars. Amidst the agonizing howls of ants biting and biting, Guo Liu would always hum that familiar tune, smiling contentedly.

But even a smile cannot stop a person from crying. Even with tears soaking his clothes, he will still hum a tune for them!

besides.

Guo Liu was still not satisfied.

He returned to the Heavenly Spirit Kingdom and slaughtered all the families and friends of those enemies!

at last.

He returned to the Taoist temple as promised, and there he saw his master, Shen Wei.

"Master."

"I chose to be a villain, but I don't regret it."

"Even if I live like my master from now on, I will feel happy!"

In front of the Taoist temple, Shen Wei stood with his hands behind his back. In front of him, Guo Liu knelt on the ground and said in a deep voice.

“Silly disciple, your master is not like you.”

"We are different."

"Because I have never been a bad person."

Upon hearing this, Guo Liu suddenly looked up, his breathing heavy, and asked in disbelief, "Master, you..."

"Are you saying I killed my wife, my father, and my mother!"

"How am I not a bad person?"

"Ha ha ha ha."

Shen Wei suddenly burst into maniacal laughter, his eyes reddening.