The sudden change left everyone stunned.

Hua Wu Jue, however, did not feel responsible, because these people were not clean either, so he could just kill them.

According to the laws of the underworld, these people will also be reborn as animals.

Now it is just early retribution...

On the other side…

The old village chief touched his blood-stained face, his pupils suddenly dilated, and he fell to the ground against the wall as if he had seen a ghost.

The villagers around were also screaming in fear, and their hands were shaking like chaff.

All the tools, such as hoes, were thrown on the ground.

The honest villagers had never seen such a bloody and horrific scene.

He squatted on the ground with his head in his hands, tears streaming down his face, muttering: "It's none of our business, it's none of our business!"

Meng Xiaoying also had her mouth slightly open, not quite closed.

There was a deep sense of doubt and confusion in her beautiful eyes.

"What just happened?"

Although Meng Xiaoying had the care of the Ghost Wolf Pack, she had never seen such a real life-and-death situation.

Needless to say, the shock was overwhelming.

But the sound just now...

"You did this?"

Meng Xiaoying looked at Hua Wujue and asked half-doubtfully.

Hua Wujue smiled slightly: "I said, I will not let any guilty person escape, nor will I let any innocent person be harmed."

Meng Xiaoying was stunned.

Only then did she begin to carefully look at the bookish man in front of her.

Mengjiazhuang is located in the mountains, and most of the villagers grow crops with their backs to the yellow river.

His face was rough and his body was tanned a wheat color by the sun.

Hua Wujue has an elegant temperament, delicate skin, and a stern profile, which reveals a peculiar charm.

However, Meng Xiaoying was not looking at Hua Wujue's appearance.

"You are not a scholar, who are you?"

Meng Xiaoying asked vigilantly.

Hua Wujue's temperament and appearance are seemingly indistinguishable from those of a scholar.

But the other party seems to have the aura of a superior by nature.

It makes you want to surrender involuntarily.

The most critical.

Why don’t traveling scholars bring book boxes?

You know, scholars are famous for using books as their clothes.

A scholar has no books on him and is not from the local area.

So how could this scholar be a scholar?

Something is wrong. Very wrong.

Hua Wujue admired and said: "You are right, I am indeed not a scholar."

"You are very observant. I will not become your enemy, but I still want to hear your story."

"Well, are you willing to tell me?"

Meng Xiaoying frowned and looked at him carefully again.

"You are from the Demon Suppression Bureau."

Hua Wujue raised his eyebrows but said nothing.

Meng Xiaoying seemed to have confirmed her guess, her expression as cold as ice: "When will your demon-suppressing department also listen to the case?"

"It's really rare."

Hua Wujue shook his head: "I'm not from the Demon Suppression Bureau, but I still want to hear your story."

After these words were spoken, Meng Xiaoying's icy face froze slightly.

She looked into the other person's eyes, which were like an ancient well, dark and deep, with no joy or sorrow.

It's clear.

She felt an inexplicable sense of familiarity from it.

Meng Xiaoying thought for a moment and said, "My story is nothing more than a story of a freak who was hated by his friends and raised by a group of people who regarded him as a monster, a wolf."

"If you want to listen, I'll tell you when I have the chance."

"But now please release your control over my baby and let me finish what I want to do... I will thank you."

Meng Xiaoying paused and added: "If I can still live."

Hua Wujue pretended to be in deep thought, and finally smiled: "It sounds like a good deal, I agree."

a ring finger.

The demon wolves regained their mobility. Meng Xiaoying screamed, hugged the demon wolf king's drooping forehead, and hugged him intimately.

The Demon Wolf King raised his head and Meng Xiaoying was sent back to his forehead.

Most of the monsters have a strong sense of dignity.

The wolf tribe is the best among them.

For example, the forehead is a place where basically no one is allowed to get close.

Even if it was the 땢 tribe, it would still anger them.

I didn't expect Meng Xiaoying to be recognized by the Demon Wolf King and even the demon wolf pack to such an extent.

It's really not easy.

"The mountains are high and the waters are long, the waters are flowing, we will meet again if we are destined to."

Hua Wujue smiled slightly, turned around and left. A breeze blew by, and he disappeared from the spot, leaving behind the vast empty night.

If the Black and White Impermanence were here, they would definitely ask.

Since Meng Po has found it.

Why not take Meng Po back?

In fact, it’s not that Hua Wujue doesn’t want to take Meng Po back.

Instead, Meng Po put a deep seal on herself.

Only when the right opportunity comes can Meng Po return to her right place.

Thinking of this, Hua Wujue's expression became a little strange.

Because the object that Meng Po used to seal herself was the Naihe Bridge.

Hua Wujue can certainly break the seal by force.

However, when he met Meng Po, his mind changed.

The world of red dust is busy and hustling.

Perhaps letting Meng Po experience time again would be of great help to her cultivation.

"One day in the underworld, ten years in time."

"I just wait for her for ten years, okay?"

Hua Wujue was standing on a small hill, overlooking the Meng Family Village below.

Meng Po's rotation has been performed 98 times.

Now this is the last one.

Hua Wujue didn't want to ruin this practice.

…

Meng Xiaoying didn't know that she was actually the legendary Meng Po in the underworld. At this moment, she wanted to avenge herself.

"Old village chief, I have had a question for you for so many years."

"Did my mother really die of complications during childbirth?"

Meng Xiaoying stared at the old village chief standing in the corner.

The old village chief probably knew that his situation was not good, so he became frank.

"Xiaoying, over the past ten years, the villagers have always regarded you as a disaster star. Are you blaming me? Are you blaming the people of Mengjiazhuang?"

"Shouldn't I blame you?"

"I didn't do anything, why are you scolding me?"

"Why do you blame me for all the bad things that happen in the village?"

"Why do you all call my mother crazy? Why do I have to suffer your discrimination since I was born?"

"That winter, I was freezing to death in the village. I begged you to give me at least a piece of clothing to keep me warm, but you just looked on indifferently. No one was willing to lend a helping hand."

"If it weren't for the wolves keeping me warm, I would have died in the ice and snow many years ago."

"I am an innocent person, but you are making things difficult for me and even want to kill me."

"The Taoist priests and officials from the year before last and last year, you framed me with false charges and ordered them to kill me."

"In order to make it easier for them to kill me, you also led the villagers to deceive me and trick me into celebrating the festival together..."

"Village Chief...tell me, shouldn't I hate you?"