Li Rulan asked the plastic surgery face, "Your companion died. Do you know what happened?"
“…” The monk with the plastic surgery face remained silent, not saying a word.
Li Rulan thought for a moment and said, "Your master is back."
After hearing this, the plastic surgery face's expression changed drastically, and an expression of extreme fear appeared on his face. Wrinkles appeared on his fair face at a speed visible to the naked eye.
"Impossible, impossible, impossible..."
"Who was the mastermind back then? If you tell me, I will let you go more peacefully." Li Rulan lied.
Since it involves betrayal, there is usually a mastermind.
The mental state of the old monk with the plastic surgery face is not right, so he is very relaxed now.
"It's not me!! It's not me!! It's Zhai Yang! It's Zhai Yang!!"
Li Rulan remembered the name and thought about it again.
Why would they betray their master if they were so afraid of him? Or was it that after betraying him, they discovered the master's back-up plan?
"Tell me everything that happened back then."
The old monk with the plastic surgery face answered without hesitation: "It was Zhai Yang! He was the one who proposed to sow discord between the Corruption and the Master! He took the opportunity to reap the benefits. I was forced... I was forced... Ahhhh..."
After saying this, the old monk with the plastic surgery face seemed to have seen something horrible, and the same glass cracks appeared on his body.
In the blink of an eye, it shattered into pieces.
Another old monk has fallen.
Of the eight old monks, three were already dead. At this rate, they would all be dead before Li Rulan could extract any useful information.
Li Rulan returned to the house.
The old monk took the initiative to speak and asked, "Did they offend you?"
Li Rulan did not answer.
"You can't possibly be thinking of killing them in exchange for my trust, right? Hehehe..." The old monk laughed, "Forget it. Even if you kill them all, I won't tell you anything about my master."
"Back then, it was Zhai Yang who planned and plotted against your master."
"It's indeed this crazy beast!" The old monk looked outside the door.
Li Rulan didn't know who Zhai Yang was, nor did she know whether what the old monk with the plastic surgery face said was true or not.
He simply relayed it.
"If they all die, will you die too?"
"Yes." The old monk nodded.
"We've been chatting for so long, but I still don't know your name?"
"Zhou Wusheng."
"Fellow Daoist Zhou." Li Rulan sat down and said to Zhou Wusheng, "Actually, I and my fellow disciples are dealing with corruption."
"What!?"
"These strange and bizarre gentlemen outside your gate seem to have allied themselves with corruption."
"These..." Zhou Wusheng spat out three words, and finally sighed, "Snakes and rats from the same nest."
Li Rulan guessed that the corruption the old monk mentioned was most likely the black-clad man beside Ao Wen. Otherwise, with the status of Master Qijun, he would have no rivals in this world.
By the way, Li Rulan also realized that Zhou Wusheng should also have a Qijun, but all his Qijun should have been cleared out.
"I helped you kill those seven traitors. Was that revenge for you?"
"Um."
"We're going to kill the corruption, and that's also to help you get revenge, right?"
"yes."
Li Rulan patted Zhou Wusheng's shoulder and said, "Finally, do you want to be untied?"
Zhou Wusheng was stunned.
Seeing that he had no intention of answering, Li Rulan called Qi Renjia and said, "Let's go."
"Ah, leaving?"
Qi Renjia, who had already searched six compartments, looked up and was a little surprised, but still followed.
It wasn't until they walked out the door and saw the look in Li Rulan's eyes that they realized, "Senior Li, this is a psychological attack!"
Despite the betrayal of the seven old monks, Zhou Wusheng remained loyal to his master, demonstrating his loyalty. Loyalty is often associated with qualities like loyalty and integrity.
Li Rulan did him two favors without asking for anything in return.
Zhou Wusheng would naturally feel guilty.
When Li Rulan walked out of the door, another old monk turned into pieces.
"you--"
Zhou Wusheng's voice was heard from inside the wooden house.
"Come back."
Li Rulan turned around and asked, "Do you want to untie them? In your condition, if you pull the straps off, you'll probably die before them, right? Don't you want to watch them die before you?"
"I'll tell you."
"What?"
Li Rulan asked as she walked silently to the front of the wooden house.
"My master's name is Si Yan."
"Si Yan?"
"Hold the flame."
"...Huh? You can tell me your master's name!?" Li Rulan asked in surprise.
"Hehehe, I'm not them, so why can't I speak?" Zhou Wusheng said.
"Then why are you willing to talk now?"
"I just don't want anyone to know about my master's affairs, and for no one to inherit her hard work..." Zhou Wusheng sighed.
"Oh? You initially thought of me as a cultivator seeking inheritance?" Li Rulan asked, "However, I don't have the time to inherit your master's hard work. I'm a cultivator. If you insist on passing it on, you can pass it on to Xiaojia. He's a good person. Or..."
Li Rulan stopped talking halfway and then closed her mouth again.
The person he wanted to tell is no longer here.
"It's okay, hehehe..." Zhou Wusheng said, "The master's blood and sweat inheritance is not with me, not here... No one knows where it is. As long as you know her name, it will be a cause and effect. One day, you will find those things, or those things will find you."
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