"Can you hear someone crying?"
Before me was a door, its doors covered in cobwebs.
The three of them walked for several days. For some reason, the area was deserted, and most of the buildings were broken walls and ruins. In some places, it looked like a major fire had taken place, and there were a few skeletons on the ground.
"Let there be war!" Lu Weixin thought to himself.
He used to do this all the time.
"Master, the further we go, the newer the traces become." Lu Wei had gone down there at some point, and Wen Jingge was already used to her second disciple's dual personality switching at any time.
"Master!" Yang Wennan called the two over and looked at the newly discovered trace. "This one is interesting."
"What does it mean if it lights up?" Wen Jingge knew that many of the gadgets in his hands were given to him by Wang Xi after she got tired of playing with them. She didn't know how this thing was used, but she could guess a little. "To detect demonic energy?"
“Yes.” Yang Wennan nodded. “Here, here, follow this road straight ahead, and that’s the direction where the demons gradually disappeared.”
He said with certainty, "My disciple sensed it as soon as he arrived, and fearing it might be wrong, he used the bead. Now it is indeed shining."
"Master, should we give chase?"
"Why chase after them?"
【Chase! 】
"What are you doing here again, getting involved in this mess?"
[System analysis indicates a great opportunity lies ahead for you. Keep going!]
Wen Jingge: ...
Simply put, the gods falling from the sky are not part of the original plot, so we can change the script accordingly.
"Oh," Wen Jingge asked indifferently, "the important point."
[The important part is right ahead; a surprise awaits you. Aren't you excited?]
I don't do things I'm not sure I can do.
No, I'm confident.
"To tell or not to tell." Wen Jingge lay down on the ground. Yang Wennan and Qiao Yu were taken aback, thinking that they were going to rest here for the night, and the two of them started to set up their tents.
[...] "Does not exist." Resigned, [Alright! Based on my guess, the aura here was created by the Demon Clan's Holy Son. You might be able to find out the Demon Lord's whereabouts from him.]
What if we can't find it?
[Unable to find...buzzing sound, system malfunction...]
"..."
"Master, I'll go find some food."
"No need." Wen Jingge drew two swords, and with a flick of her sleeve, she stored the tent she had set up into her spatial ring. "Draw your swords!"
"Master..." Yang Wennan frowned. Just now, he had sensed it. "Master, were you threatened?"
Wen Jingge was astonished, "You can... sense it?"
"Yes, but I can't hear what they're saying."
Wen Jingge laughed, "Come on up, come on up, Master will watch you fight monsters!"
"Master, I will definitely work hard." This was the first time Yang Wennan had said such emotional words, and his face turned red. "I will try my best to help Master get out of the predicament in front of him. From now on, I will follow Master's lead."
"If you want what's best for me, hurry up and study the star chart." Wen Jingge clicked her tongue, then sprinkled invisibility talismans on the three of them. If I'm not mistaken, what follows is...
"Your Grandmaster, come up here!"
Qiao Yu hesitated for a while, her eyes red, as if she was about to cry: "He, he wouldn't, he said, he said he was sleepy."
“Come up! I see the emblem of the White Deer Clan.”
Qiao Yu's eyes lit up, her purple pupils overflowing, then she changed to a mature tone, "Where?"
"Look over there!"
Lu Wei's face stiffened; he didn't want to talk to Wen Jingge. "You called me up here just to watch a live sex show?"
Wen Jingge took a deep breath and poked his forehead. "Look at his back! The totem on his back—you White Deer consider antlers auspicious. That man's mark on his back is a mark only White Deer slaves have. You should know what that means yourself!"
Lu Wei closed his eyes and meditated for a moment, "What did the thing in your head send you here for?"
Is Qiao Yu awake?
"Master, I'm here!" Qiao Yu put her hand on Yang Wennan's shoulder, making Yang Wennan hold her arm tightly, and then took a brick that she had prepared beforehand and knocked herself unconscious.
Yang Wennan clicked his tongue in amazement, but wisely refrained from asking further questions.
“They’re gone.” Lu Wei’s expression was complicated.
The reason he fell into demonic possession was because the White Deer Clan was wiped out by him. He thought the White Deer had no descendants, but he was awakened by Wang Xi's arrow energy. Now, he has even discovered the tattoos that only White Deer Clan slaves have.
Was he really framed back then, as Wen Jingge said?
What do you need me to do?
If Wen Jingge helps him with this matter, then he will truly serve Wen Jingge wholeheartedly.
“I’m here to find out where the Demon Lord is.” Wen Jingge pointed to her head. “The Demon Lord’s Holy Son has news, he said so.”
Lu Wei understood, and appropriately displayed his intelligence, his tone full of mockery: "Because of the descent of that god?"
"Yes, after all, he is a god!" Wen Jingge said helplessly.
"God! You are our God!" The little boy seemed to have thought of something interesting and threw out clumps of mud.
"Is this how God protects us?" The older child was also throwing stones.
"You're a joke! It's you! Waaah!" the child sobbed, gasping for breath. "It was you who killed my mother and father."
"Waaaaah..." A group of children cried out, deeply moved, and used the only tools available to them to smash the center of the circle.
There, an even thinner figure was curled up on the ground.
He was covered in filth and reeked of stench. His exposed skin was bruised and swollen, and his whole body was swollen with an unhealthy edema. The boy looked helplessly at his once-familiar friends.
Once again, the escape attempt failed.
The most tragic thing is that it wasn't the steward who liked to whip him who brought him back, but his fellow children.
His gaze was deep and cold. The impressions of these people in his mind were both familiar and strange; they were like monsters.
"God! Please bless me! Hahahaha!" The children, fearfully testing his reaction, swarmed forward and snatched the magic stone from his body when he didn't respond.
The magic stone was a reward given to him by the butler. While other children were afraid of the cold corpses, he was the only one who could calmly collect them.
With the magic stone, one can survive in the children's nest.
In the past, the villagers said he was their god.
When he arrived here, the butler disliked him, but he couldn't deny that he was capable; he remained a god to these children.
But after that, he was no longer the same.
His empty heart felt like it had been filled with something, and slowly, he wanted to laugh.
He laughed as he pleased, and the children panicked.
"You! You're no longer a god. We just took it, that's all."
"Exactly! My mother died in front of you, and instead of saving her, you rushed to bury her. She was still alive."
One person took the lead, and everyone else followed suit, throwing punches one or two at a time. In the end, the boy didn't even know how many punches he had taken.
"May Buddha have mercy! This old monk cannot bear to see such a scene. Fellow Daoist, won't you go down?"
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