Chapter 164 is rotten! smell!

"Who?!" someone shouted, "Who is playing tricks there?!"

However, his voice soon became timid. Because everyone found out...

Their bodies are unable to leave their seats!

The night banquet scene was embroidered on the embroidered screen, and everyone was nailed to their seats. They tried their best but could not move their bodies even a little.

Only the first disciple of Lingfeng Sect who was chosen was still hanging in the air. Invisible long needles pierced his body again and again until he was covered in blood.

The last needle pierced directly into the disciple's Dantian. The disciple let out a heart-wrenching scream and was sewn to a pillar in the room.

I don’t know whether my disciple is alive or dead. The crowd was excited. A man shouted to the sky: "How can you be a hero if you keep your head down? Come out if you have the guts! You are just a rat who cannot stand the light by using such a shady trick..."

But before he could finish his words, someone looked at his shoulder and screamed in fear: "Your body..."

The man was stunned. In an instant, a hole appeared on his shoulder. Blood gushed out.

And he was also pulled by the force and dragged to another pillar.

The second victim appears. Everyone was in dead silence. Ye Guimu said in horror: "Strange... I can't feel my own true energy, it's as if my internal organs have solidified."

He did not notice Kong Huan's face suddenly turned pale, and only looked at Ning Mingmei: "Master Ning Feng, where are you?"

Ning Mingmei said: "Me too."

He only looked at the embroidered screen in the center of the hall. I think this embroidered screen is the culprit that caused all this.

However, there are many masters in the Spirit Transformation Stage among those present. An embroidered screen can seal everyone's cultivation. Is this embroidered screen really that amazing?

"This method must be used by the demon world...it must be done by someone from the demon world!" someone said.

Some were startled, some were terrified. The shadow of the all-out war between humans and demons still looms over the hearts of the monks. Only people murmured: "They are so brave..."

"Today is my birthday, and I wanted to celebrate it, but I didn't expect such a tragedy to happen. I wonder who you are, and what kind of misunderstanding you have with us? If there is any misunderstanding or resentment, please let us know so that we can clarify the misunderstanding as soon as possible and don't let innocent people suffer!" The head of the Lingfeng Sect saluted in the void, with an immortal demeanor and a frown on his face. "Besides, all the guests here are from famous sects. Your impulsiveness will not benefit others or yourself."

The last paragraph is a naked threat. But the voice in the air laughed. The sound was shrill and incoherent, like the wings of a butterfly fluttering rapidly in the night sky.

"Famous sects? What I want is for all the famous sects to gather together. Now that everyone in the world is here, I wonder how you can deny it!"

People from different factions had different expressions. Ling Feng sent someone to look at each other. The head of Lingfeng Sect said: "We don't quite understand what you are saying. If you need anything, please let us know. As long as we can satisfy you..."

"What a coincidence! This matter is also very simple for you." The voice said, "I want someone! Someone that your Lingfeng sect has been in cahoots with!"

"Going along with the others?" An elder slammed the table and said, "You can't slander others in public..."

The voice sneered: "It seems that you don't want to drink the toast, so you have to drink the punishment!"

The next person to be stabbed was the elder. Even the elder who had reached the great perfection of Nascent Soul was hurt by the magic weapon. Everyone dared not underestimate it anymore and were ready for battle. The leader of the Lingfeng Sect stroked his beard and said, "Sir, it's not that we don't want to cooperate, it's that we really don't understand what you mean!"

"Pretending to be stupid, huh? Then let me explain." The voice said with a smile, "On the surface, the Lingfeng Sect is a well-known and righteous sect, and is the protector of Xiangyang City. All the evil beasts and demons around Xiangyang City were eradicated thanks to the help of the Lingfeng Sect, but in fact..."

"They captured a large number of demonic beasts and handed them over to a person, who then conducted human experiments on them. They released those they could control and then continued to capture them, in order to establish their heroic image. They disposed of those they could not control..."

The crowd began to stir. Everyone was stunned, hardly able to believe what the voice said.

At this moment, Elder Yang said: "The words spoken by the demon sect monster are not credible! The demon sect monster is just making up stories and slandering us!"

He winked, and one of his disciples shouted, "Tell me, who asked you to come here!"

Everyone was making a lot of noise. The voice sneered and refused to argue. The voice said, "I came here today for only one thing. Hand over that Mo guy to me."

The third disciple was sewn to the pillar. The blood dyed the ground red, and the arguing voices gradually died down. The voice said, "If you refuse to hand the person over, I will kill one person for every stick of incense that passes. I have plenty of time to waste with you."

"...Lingfeng Sect, condoning the evil cultivators to kill people?" Ye Guimu leaned back in his chair, his face pale, "No, it's impossible. Lingfeng Sect is a famous and upright sect, how could it be..."

The huge impact left Ye Guimu stunned for a moment. He didn't believe and would never believe that the Lingfeng Sect would do such a thing.

The lively birthday banquet came to an end. Ning Mingmei looked around. Among the people sitting in the seats, there were some like Ye Guimu, some with frightened faces, some who were angry at the devil world, and some who were whispering to each other out of guilt. Ning Mingmei said to the system: "This demon cultivator hiding in the dark should not be very old. The magic weapon he uses is good, and his cultivation is also OK. But his negotiation method is extremely childish. In fact, it is very easy to deal with him."

After saying that, Ning Mingmei frowned.

He didn't hear the system's response. In fact, the system just screamed at him this afternoon because of the way he treated Lian Chengyue. The system screamed until Ning Mingmei showed up at the birthday party. The system was very quiet at the birthday party, and Ning Mingmei thought that the system had finally learned how to read the air.

But at this moment, the system seemed to have disappeared.

But it doesn't matter. Ning Mingmei looked at Kong Huan and found that Kong Huan's expression was extremely terrifying.

When the voice just spoke, Kong Huan seemed to have something to say. But when that voice spoke of the "good" things that Lingfeng Sect had done and his intentions, Kong Huan's voice stopped abruptly as if his throat was strangled.

The impact he suffered seemed to be no less than that suffered by Ye Guimu. Ning Mingmei stared at him, and suddenly something occurred to him.

He approached him and whispered, "Do you know the owner of that voice?"

Ning Mingmei did not hear Kong Huan's answer. He only saw Kong Huan's hands, which were so tight that veins were exposed.

…

"Mu Hanshan!" Lao Wu said anxiously, "Hold on!"

He carried Mu Hanshan on his back and ran wildly on the mountain road of Dongji Mountain. Behind him were the pursuers.

Mu Hanshan was on his back, his breath was disordered. Lao Wu was anxious.

For the first time, he regretted not thinking twice before revealing the existence of those two people.

The palm strike from the woman in green was supposed to fall on Lao Wu, but was blocked by Mu Hanshan himself. At that moment, Lao Wu caught a glimpse of the man in gray paused for a moment - this was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. He acted decisively, sprinkled a large bag of non-dairy milk tea powder developed by Ning Mingmei, and fled with Mu Hanshan.

Perhaps, he shouldn't have provoked those two stalkers from the beginning...but why did they follow him, and why did they want to kill him?

It was dark now. Dongji Mountain is covered with dead vines and old trees, and the howling wind in the middle of the night sounds like ghosts crying. Lao Wu didn't dare to go back. He was afraid of being tracked down by those two men. But he was not familiar with the terrain, and after wandering around, he actually got lost.

So Lao Wu had no choice but to go downstairs. He walked down and estimated that he was almost at the foot of the mountain. Finally, a few huts and a well appeared in front of him.

Lao Wu originally wanted to carry Mu Hanshan through here, but the door of one of the huts was pushed open.

“You are…” the man said, as if he was shocked, “Is the person on your back dead? Or injured?”

"He's not dead, just injured." said Lao Wu.

The man looked very thin, with long hair, and seemed a little startled when he looked at the two of them. He patted his chest and said, "I was so scared... I was wondering... how did you get hurt? Is someone chasing you?"

He lay at the door and looked behind them. Lao Wu was extremely anxious, so he could only pretend to be calm: "I don't know... he must have been thrown off by us. We are going down the mountain now, do you know the way down?"

The man frowned and said, "We are still far from the foot of the mountain. There is fog in the mountains at night, and even we can't see the way down the mountain clearly."

As he spoke, he poked his head in again and asked, "Are you sure you got rid of the person who wanted to kill you?"

Lao Wu said: "Maybe, tell us the way down the mountain..."

"You come in first." The man took a step back and stepped aside to let Lao Wu carry Mu Hanshan in. "It's not safe to go down the mountain now. Come to my house first to take shelter."

"Can……"

"It just so happens that I have some medicine at home. He must have been seriously injured. If he is not bandaged quickly, he will die." said the man.

The only pain point for Lao Wu at the moment is the seriously injured Mu Hanshan. There was heavy fog in Dongji Mountain at night. With the help of the light from the thatched cottage, Lao Wu saw that the man was actually a young man with long, smooth hair. He nodded and said, "Okay, please."

He thought for a moment, then said, "If those people chase us, we will leave immediately and not implicate you."

The young man seemed a little surprised that he would speak like this, so he smiled. Then, he said to Lao Wu from behind: "Xue Li, were you woken up? Go back to sleep."

Only then did Lao Wu notice that the door of another hut behind him was also opened. A woman with extremely white skin and soft hair was watching them silently through the crack in the door.

Her long eyes seemed to contain thousands of words. At this point, she just nodded and closed the door again.

Lao Wu followed the young man into the house. The young man was holding the candlestick and was quite careless. When he entered the room, his head was hit by the door frame. He put down the candlestick, covered his head and muttered to himself, then lay on the ground again to look for the medicine he had put in the box.

The young man's staggering appearance made Lao Wu relax his guard a little. He helped Mu Hanshan to the ground and let him lie down. Mu Hanshan's face turned pale at this moment. There was a big gash on his shoulder, and blood was oozing all over his body.

"Let him lie on the bed." The young man said without turning back, "The floor is very dirty."

Lao Wu looked at the ground and thought it was very clean: "If you put it on the bed, it will dirty your bed."

The young man said, "It's okay, just put him on the bed. It will also be convenient for me to apply medicine."

After closing the door, Xue Li returned to his bed. Tang Wan opened her eyes dazedly on the bed and whispered, "Ali, what's wrong?"

Xue Li shook his head.

She lay back down beside Tang Wan and fell asleep, but her eyes were looking somewhere outside the window, listening carefully to the movements over there.

That is Mr. Mo's residence.