Half an hour passed by the time everyone finished visiting Zheng Weiqi's storage bag.
The city of Galan has been dormant for more than three hundred years. To the residents in the city, many things that are now commonplace can be considered very new. Qin Chuan and Meng Jiaqi watched with great interest, asking questions with shining eyes from time to time. After taking a rough look, they were still not satisfied and took out a few small objects to examine them carefully.
"Oh, right," Meng Jiaqi suddenly remembered something and put the gouache box aside. She looked up and met Zheng Weiqi's gaze. "If we find Xuanye's whereabouts, what are you going to do?"
Zheng Weiqi is indeed a shrewd businessman. She is very insightful and self-aware in major matters. "Xuan Ye is a demon cultivator at the Spiritualization Stage. Even if he was exhausted in the battle many years ago, he is definitely not a creature that can be slaughtered at will. With our strength, I am afraid it will be difficult to compete with him. I have already notified the sect with a spirit pigeon and am waiting for the master's reply."
This is a stopgap measure that was carefully considered.
The vast majority of them are Jindan, and are like ants in front of the powerful ones in the Shenhua stage. Now Xuanye is seriously injured and exhausted. At best, he is only at the level of Nascent Soul Mahayana, but his status as a God Transformation is there after all. If they clash head-on, no one knows what will happen.
Hunting down the demons is no small matter, so Zheng Weiqi simply told Tian Xianzi everything. She believed that after he read the envelope, he would take action soon.
Zheng Weiqi paused for a moment, and when she spoke again in a serious tone, she finally had the demeanor of a disciple from a prestigious family, no longer looking like a salesman who was always acting in an unruly manner: "Now that the Demon Lord is ready to make a move, I wonder how the young city lord of Galan City is doing?"
"Young City Lord——"
Meng Jiaqi looked slightly depressed, and hesitated to speak. After a long silence, he replied in a low voice: "Everyone, please follow me."
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Meng Jiaqi led everyone to the City Lord's Mansion where the Young City Lord's body was kept.
The City Lord's Mansion cannot be called luxurious, but it is elegant enough. The high walls are vermilion, the stone steps are shining, and the trees, flowers and plants on both sides of the courtyard have all withered, leaving only skinny and bony black shadows like dead bones. But looking around, one can still imagine the scene of lush flowers and trees and quiet greenery a few years ago.
After walking through the long stone steps, you will arrive at the pavilion at the end of the mansion. Meng Jiaqi restrained her expression in a ceremonial manner, looked back at everyone quickly, then turned around and gently pushed open the door.
With a creaking sound, the lights in the house flowed to the door like water.
This is the bedroom. There are only simple tables, chairs, bookcases and beds in the room. They are all made of wood and there is nothing special about them. Judging from the extremely simple and neat layout, the owner of the room should be a very serious person who is efficient and decisive in doing things.
Ningning was curious and followed Meng Jiaqi's footsteps slowly into the house.
On the dark red bed, there was a person lying quietly.
The man looked to be no more than 20 years old. If Ning Ning had to describe his appearance, she would call him "the classic template of the male protagonist in a domineering CEO novel."
The facial features seemed to be carefully carved, with sword-like eyebrows slanting into the temples, slender phoenix eyes tightly closed, and long raven-black eyelashes casting a thick shadow.
The long jet-black hair cascaded down, spreading out unrestrainedly. A few strands fell on the face, setting off the pale and bloodless skin, making him look even more frail.
However, although he was in a deep sleep, he did not make people feel depressed. The tails of both eyes were smudged with fiery red lines, like a small hook in thick ink, slightly tilted upwards, adding a bit of ostentatious and cold aggression.
One can't help but wonder what the scene would be like if these eyes were opened.
"The young city lord's name is 'Jiang Si'."
Meng Jiaqi said sadly: "He exhausted his spiritual power in the war a hundred years ago, and was attacked by Xuanye and the elders, so he has never woken up. Fortunately, the elders did not attack him before leaving, otherwise..."
Zheng Weiqi was curious: "Look at the red at the corners of his eyes. Could it be that the young city lord is from the Phoenix clan?"
Meng Jiaqi nodded: "That's right."
Different from ordinary monsters, the dragon and phoenix clans are well-deserved aristocrats among monsters. Not only are their whereabouts rare and their numbers are scarce, their strength is also naturally top-notch.
Not to mention that this young city lord is a rare genius in demon cultivation in recent years, and his strength is even more astonishing.
"When the city lord was seriously ill, all the affairs of the city were handled by the young city lord. He was very talented, and he had an elder who had been assisting him for many years, so he managed Jialan City in an orderly manner."
Meng Jiaqi looked at the man's angular face. For some reason, a hint of cruelty flashed in her eyes. "Who would have thought that even the elder who grew up with him would betray him without hesitation in the future... He even went so far as to deceive the people of the city in order to help Xuanye regain his strength."
She couldn't help but sneer as she spoke, her tone full of hatred: "Those frogs in the well thought they could get the protection of the Demon Lord and enjoy wealth and glory in the future. Little did they know that after the war between immortals and demons, the situation of the demons was like a rat crossing the street - no, even the 'demon' race disappeared."
Her reaction was a bit too intense. Zheng Weiqi was outspoken and spoke quickly. After a moment of hesitation, she said, "Miss Meng, is there any conflict between you and that elder?"
There was a brief silence in the room.
Finally, it was Qin Chuan, who had turned into a rabbit and was held in Meng Jiaqi's arms, who spoke weakly, his ears drooping limply: "That elder... is Sister Qi's father."
There is actually this relationship.
Ningning was stunned for a moment, but she quickly understood in her heart that it was for this reason that Meng Jiaqi had trusted the elders so much. After hearing the truth, she looked dejected and was depressed for a long time.
Being deceived and betrayed by your own father and becoming a tool at his beck and call is not a pleasant feeling.
Seeing that the atmosphere was a little awkward, Meng Jiaqi looked away and changed the subject in a stiff tone: "The young city lord may seem cold, but he has actually contributed a lot to Jialan City. However, not only did we not help him, we also aided and abetted him, and helped Xuanye's power grow... I am really ashamed."
"The demons have long since disappeared. When the people from the Xuanxu Sword Sect arrive, there will surely be no more problems."
He Zhizhou crossed his arms over his chest, frowned and said to himself: "But where will Xuanye hide?"
This is the most incredible part.
Logically speaking, the city of Galan at the bottom of the lake is not large, so even if a carpet search is conducted, it is unlikely that they will return empty-handed every time.
But Xuanye seemed to have really disappeared. No matter how hard they looked, they couldn't find any trace of him.
Since it had nothing to do with the main storyline, Ning Ning had no interest in the background story of the battle between immortals and demons until she learned some information from the senior sister in the guest room.
Unlike monsters, most demons have evil intentions and violent temperaments. The demon world also has an order of hierarchy, the most honorable of which are the Demon Lord and his seven demon lords.
It is said that the position of Demon Lord can be given or fought for. As long as one kills the previous incumbent with one's own hands, one can seize the title and use it for oneself.
The strong prey on the weak, and the fighting continues.
But that group of demon cultivators just like it.
Perhaps it is for this reason that the personalities of several demon kings are so distorted that they could be put on display as rare items at the World Expo.
Things like bathing in the blood of young girls, decorating houses with human organs, and forcing lovers to kill each other. There are all kinds of things like that.
Compared with them, Xuanye, who was devoted to refining his soul and practicing, seemed to have become a little more normal.
But it's only a little bit.
Xuanye is cruel, suspicious, and self-willed by nature. Like other demon kings, he does not like routines and is good at playing tricks. If you want to guess where he is going, you probably can't use ordinary thinking.
Abandoning the usual thinking, he would definitely not hide like a rat crossing the street. He had to ensure that he was safe enough and could keep in touch with the elders in time.
"Senior Sister Zheng, have you not received a reply from Master yet?"
Pei Ji's voice suddenly rang in my ears. He seldom spoke, and his voice in this empty and silent environment sounded a bit strange for no reason.
The young man's voice was as cold as sweet spring water. Seeing Zheng Weiqi nod, Pei Ji smiled without any emotion: "The spirit pigeon was probably intercepted."
He raised his eyes to look at the dome covered by the white light, with a hint of mockery in his eyes: "The elders were able to leave before we arrived at the Star Machine Pavilion, which means that there are spies in the city who have been secretly monitoring us. They will definitely not let the pigeon go."
He Zhizhou took a breath and said, "Eyeliner?"
"There are many ways to bribe a person, that's not the point."
Pei Ji said: "The matter of the Demon Lord is of great importance. If the master really received the letter, he would have responded long ago. Since the elders know that we are disciples of the Xuanxu Sword Sect, when they saw the senior sister coming ashore to release the spirit pigeon, they naturally understood that it was a letter for help sent to the sect - Xuanye's matter, they will never let the righteous sect find out."
He Zhizhou heard the unspoken meaning in his words and felt a chill run down his spine.
It was as if the whole body was immersed in a deep pool of ice, the biting cold spread from the soles of the feet to the head, freezing every drop of blood and making it tremble.
Besides spirit pigeons, they are also the ones who can deliver messages.
"To keep this secret."
Pei Ji's right hand unconsciously stroked the hilt of the sword, his eyes darkened: "We must cut the Gordian knot quickly and kill him as soon as possible."
——Xuanye would never let them leave Galan City alive.
He has always disdained human life and only cares about himself.
This is a ruthless and cruel demon, who perhaps enjoys the pleasure of having everything in his own hands and secretly spying on things, just like teasing a group of lost mice.
Such a person. he--
Ningning's breathing paused.
An extremely strange and bizarre thought silently came to her mind, causing her heart to begin pounding like a huge stone hitting her chest.
...Why didn’t the elders get rid of the young city lord when they left, since it was clear that he had lost his usefulness?
She said nothing and tightly gripped the Star-Mark Sword at her waist.
Then he turned around in horror.
On the large bed inlaid with exquisite wood carvings, the incomparably handsome man had his eyes tightly closed. The thick shadow under his long eyelashes was as vague as a ghost, as if he had sensed her gaze. She didn't know if it was an illusion, but a very faint smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.
He can ensure his own absolute safety, communicate with the elders unimpeded, and hide in dark corners to quietly watch all changes.
What other place could be more in line with his wishes than the City Lord's Mansion, which is highly respected by everyone.
The most dangerous place is the safest place.
It turns out that from the very beginning, the "Young City Lord" lying on the bed was not Jiang Si himself, but the Demon Lord Xuanye disguised as him.
As the mastermind behind all this, he just stayed there leisurely, listening to the youngsters from the immortal sects' serious analysis and recollections.
It's such a bad taste.
There shouldn't be any wind here.
But at this moment, a cool breeze blew silently past Ningning's ears, as fierce as a knife, almost leaving a bloody mark on her earlobe.
The silent night fell suddenly, and the man lying on the bed suddenly opened his eyes.
His pupils were actually a dull blood red, and the bloodshot veins were like madly growing vines, occupying the entire pupil. The cold temperament on this face disappeared because of this look, and was replaced by aggressive bloodthirstiness and brutality.
He wanted to kill her.
Even though he was severely injured and his cultivation was greatly damaged, the pressure from a powerful god-transforming master was still as surging as a tide, like a flood that had been released from a dam, rushing into her heart all at once.
Ningning felt the murderous intent as cold and chilling as a snowstorm, which was like an unstoppable tide that was about to engulf her and set off a violent storm of blood and gore.
She stood in the center of the storm, surrounded by murderous intent. The blood-red eyes so close to her were like a deep pool of water, almost drowning her.
Another invisible gust of wind stabbed towards her chest.
She heard Zheng Weiqi shout, "Ningning!"
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