Mingye stopped at a farmer's house. The atmosphere here was very strange, and it was clearly filled with resentment, but there were no practicing monsters or ghosts.

The farmer's child was playing in the yard, wearing coarse linen clothes and with an innocent smile on his face. The farmer's wife looked back at the child from time to time, for fear that the child would fall.

Ming Ye's eyes fell on the child. He was indeed resentful, but the child was not haunted by a ghost. He raised a cold smile at the corner of his mouth and said to the child, "Yutan Dan?"

The child didn't even pay attention to the birds, as if they didn't see him. Instead, he started to play with the chicks. Ming Ye sighed softly and quickly disappeared.

After Mingye disappeared, the child looked in the direction he left, with a sneer on his lips, and the demon lord living in the child's body also laughed wildly. Sure enough, only by relying on a body full of resentment could he escape the clutches of that man.

The peasant woman looked at the child looking up at the sky and asked in confusion, "What are you looking at, little calf?"

The Demon Lord felt irritated, but still responded with a reply, "A figure just flew past."

The peasant woman touched the child's head and said, "Don't look at it, it would be bad if you blasphemed the gods."

The Demon Lord sneered inwardly and said, "You're a god! You're just a stinky old dumpling that's been there for thousands of years!"

Luo Lin Xianjun also met Ming Ye with some helplessness. Ming Ye frowned and asked, "Have you found it?"

Luo Lin Xianjun shook his head. "Well, I don't think he can cause any big waves."

But Mingye still expressed his doubts, "There is a child at the east end of the village who carries a lot of resentment."

A glint of light flashed across Immortal Lord Luo Lin's eyes, "Well, I'll send someone to keep an eye on it!"

The two men shook their sleeves and turned into two streaks of light and disappeared into the sky. However, Mingye went towards the underworld, while Luo Lin went towards the fairyland.

The child was already seven years old, but that day, as he looked at the sunset, he thought for a while. After the peasant woman and the farmer in the house went out to work, a wisp of soul floated out of the child's body. Looking closely, it was the soul of the Demon Lord.

The Demon Lord looked at the limp child on the bed and said with a smile, "You think you can trap me with just a mere grudge? What a foolish dream!"

However, considering that Gu Nian's resentment helped him escape, he let the child go for the time being.

The Demon Lord has only one direction, which is the former zombie world. However, the Demon Lord is still too weak now, and it will take about a month for him to float to the zombie world.

The Demon Lord always felt very strange. After absorbing the essence and souls of those hundreds of people, his own soul was still so useless. It only had a little bit of ghost power, and its floating speed was about the same as that of an ordinary ghost.

But now, he didn't dare to absorb the villagers' energy at all. This was when he was at his weakest. As for that woman...she would definitely be his.

When the peasant woman returned home and saw the child collapsed on the bed, she was so frightened that she almost lost her soul. She quickly put her hand on the child's forehead and patted the child's cheek, "Xiao Niu, what's wrong?"

The child woke up dazedly, his eyes dull, "Mom, I'm fine."

When the Demon Lord was wandering around without knowing what year it was, he finally arrived at the zombie world. He was looking for demonic energy and walked into a cave.

The cave walls were filled with lifelike carvings of demonic beasts, and even the temperature inside the cave dropped. The Demon Lord extended his fingers, slowly stroking the cave wall, and smiled softly, "Heaven will not destroy me! Heaven will not destroy me!"

The evil spirit is overflowing.