At this moment, the little beauty hid behind Wen Renheng as if she was afraid, which made the noble demons laugh.
This personal maid is beautiful and has fair skin. If she were in their hands, they would probably pamper her.
Upon hearing this, Bai Niansang, who was holding the whip, glared at Yun Zheng with a displeased expression. Then, looking at Wen Renheng, he said sarcastically, "A mere maid has made you lose your temper. How can you compare to your royal brothers?"
Wen Renheng's face was gloomy, and there was a hint of hidden murderous intent in his eyes as he looked at her.
At this moment, a dark flash flashed in the eyes of the young demon monk who was leading the group, and he said:
"Fifth Prince, today is the day we worship the Demon Tomb. Why don't we join together?"
Upon hearing this, Yun Zheng secretly asked Wen Renheng, "What is the Demonic Tomb? Why are we worshipping there?"
Wen Renheng didn't want to tell her, but the dagger she was holding moved again. He felt very aggrieved and replied with gritted teeth.
"The Demonic Mausoleum is the burial place of our powerful demons. If we, the younger generation, go there to pay our respects, our magic power will be enhanced."
Yun Zheng lost interest immediately after hearing this.
She just wanted to find a place to interrogate Wen Renheng about what mission he was going to accomplish at the training grounds, and what plans the demon clan had.
Suddenly, the sound of bells and drums rang out.
"Boom—"
The surrounding demons knelt down towards the north, and the young demons riding on the monster beasts looked at each other.
The leading Buddha looked towards the north and said in a deep voice, "The magic bell has rung. Let's go quickly."
"Fifth Prince, I'll take my leave first!"
After saying that, Futu and the others rode on the monsters and bypassed Wenren Heng and Yun Zheng and left.
When Yun Zheng was about to hold Wen Renheng back, her sea of consciousness suddenly shook, and then she saw an old and dilapidated mural of a beauty in the mysterious inner room.
The picture flashed by.
Yun Zheng's pupils shrank slightly. The person on the mural had half-tied black hair hanging down to her waist, a mask covering her face, and a wine glass raised to toast everything. Her red clothes were blazing with flames, scorching her beauty.
For some reason, a sense of familiarity welled up in her heart.
The scene just now was caused by the sound of the bell.
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