The high priest's soul should have been devoured by the candlelight, but now the candlelight has gone out, he has fallen into the hands of the devil, and a trace of despair is revealed deep in his soul.

"I don't know." Yu Qing looked at him coldly. "Which option do you think is better, to be shattered to pieces or to tell me what you know?"

“…” The high priest simply didn’t believe that she would let him go.

And he must never tell it. If he doesn't tell it, the worst that can happen is his soul being torn to pieces. But if he tells it, the outcome will be a thousand times more horrible than that.

"Even if you beat me to death, I won't..." The high priest's firm words suddenly paused.

As he floated in mid-air, his black pupils shrank slightly until they turned completely white.

The Snow Wolf was lying in the card, looking at the man and soul looking at each other outside. He wanted to stick his head out in surprise, but Walnut pushed it back.

Yu Qing: "Why do you attack ordinary people?"

The high priest blinked his remaining white eyes and replied obediently, "It's a grand sacrificial ceremony. He said that this way we can gain more power."

"who is he?"

"I don't know. He has never met me. We have always been in touch by phone."

Yu Qing's eyes flashed with gold. Unable to track the person on the other end of the phone through the high priest, she had to give up for the time being and continued to ask him: "Tell me everything you know about the village."

The high priest actually knew very little. His family came from a place called 'Black Crow Island'.

He could only be considered an outsider and didn't even have the qualifications to board the Black Crow Island. Moreover, the specific location of the Black Crow Island was not something that someone of his level could know.

One day, news came from Black Crow Island that he was sent to Crane City, where a sacrificial ceremony was held using the bodies of women under the age of thirty.

The sacrificial method was also taught to him by the people of Black Crow Island. The person who contacted the high priest had never shown up, and his gender and age could not be determined by his voice.

The village was founded by the high priest. He found some desperate criminals or fugitives to do things for him, and he was responsible for the sacrifices.

When the high priest performed sacrifices, he would not keep anyone around him. He always performed it alone. This was also the man's order.

The sacrifice is an ordinary woman, and from the sacrificial process, the person at the end can gain unlimited power.

Later, perhaps because his actions were too frequent, he was targeted by people from the special department.

After that, the special department also arrested many people who left the village. The high priest's actions gradually decreased, but the pressure from the other side was intense.

He could only kidnap some women secretly in places like bars and deserted places, and the kidnapped women generally would not cause any problems.

"I can sense that he seems to want to open something, so he needs so many sacrifices. I don't know how much more there is. I am just following instructions."

Yu Qing lowered his eyes slightly, his voice extremely cold: "How many places like this are there?"

High Priest: "I don't know, but I guess there should be no less than ten."

He also tried to extract information from the person who instructed him, but the other party was very cautious. He even almost lost his life once, so he never said anything more.

Knowing he couldn't get any more information out of her, Yu Qing waved his hand coldly: "Swallow it."

The moment the last word fell, a trace of confusion flashed across the high priest's dull expression, and he gradually woke up and realized that he had just confessed everything!

His instinct of fear was to escape, but the half of his soul that had escaped was pulled back by the dark red brush.

The brush wrapped around him tightened at a rapid speed until it devoured the high priest's soul, then it turned into a normal brush form and returned to Yu Qing's hand.

Yu Qing drew a spell and pressed it into the brush: "Absorb his power well."

Although the high priest's cultivation level is low, compared with ordinary cultivators, he is already a very good tonic for Jianggu.

…

…

In the silent woods, a young man carrying a silver suitcase walked through the woods, his blue hooded sweatshirt pressing down on his head.

I couldn't see his face clearly, but I felt that he had a cold temperament.

After walking for an unknown amount of time, the man finally stopped and stood under a lush tree. One could tell he was no more than thirty years old.

Directly opposite the man, a beautiful girl was caught by a snow wolf and thrown into the blood, where she mixed with the blood and turned into white bones.

The girl standing next to the furnace with a cold expression looked exactly the same as the bones at the beginning.

The man's gaze seemed to linger on the snow wolf for a long time, until the wolf approached the standing girl and suddenly disappeared...

He could no longer see what was behind him, and his vision seemed to be shrouded in fog.

When his vision cleared again, the altar had been destroyed.

Yu Qing destroyed the altar and turned around to face the man under the big tree. The two seemed to have been aware of each other's presence and were silent in tacit understanding.

Finally, the man walked out of the forest first. After hesitating for a moment, he said, "I need the blood of that snow wolf. I don't need too much, just a bowl will be enough."

His voice was low and sounded quite polite.

"..." Yu Qing thought about his outspoken behavior and asked, "Reason?"

Man: "Sorry, I can't tell you that, but I can pay you a certain reward. After all, you were the first to capture the Snow Wolf."

After saying that, he opened the silver briefcase, and inside he could see neatly arranged red banknotes. A quick glance showed that there were at least millions of them.

“…” She really couldn’t refuse.

Yu Qing nodded, took out card J, and released the snow wolf.

"What are you doing?! I didn't agree to bleed him. It hurts so much. I don't want it! I don't want it!!"

Snow Wolf could hear the conversation between the two, so he naturally knew that Yu Qing had sold him out. He immediately rolled on the ground in dissatisfaction, trying to express his protest in this way.

"ah!"

Yu Qing got a silver needle from somewhere, grabbed the snow wolf's front leg, took out a bowl, filled it with blood, and then let go.

Snow Wolf: “…”

He stared at the bowl, not knowing where she got it from!

The man put the money on the ground and put the bowl into the suitcase, carrying it in his hand without worrying about the blood spilling.

"Sorry, I don't have any extra containers."

Yu Qing waved his hands generously: "It's okay, I can do it myself."

Hearing this, the man nodded slightly from under his hat brim, then turned and disappeared into the woods.

Yu Qing stuffed the angry snow wolf back into the card, collected the money and left the altar.

…

…

Long Pingping is the owner of a props store, and no one knows that he secretly raises a little zombie.

The reason he came to the mountain in Yuncheng this time was because he sensed the presence of snow wolves here.

The blood of the snow wolf is enough to keep the little zombie alive for a year without drinking blood and without losing its mind.

What happened in the mountains and what the girl wanted to do were of no importance to him.

He only cares about whether his little zombie can take care of the store well.

As the father of the little zombie, this is what he should do.