Chapter 36
The Netherworld
The thatched house, which had lost its owner's care, finally ended its mission after being exposed to the wind, sun and rain for many days and could not bear the weight.
It seemed to have rained a few days ago, and there was a smell of corruption in the air.
The harshness of the netherworld's environment is not just the barrenness of its land. Even when it rains, the rainwater is rusty and has a foul smell. Once it gets on your body, the smell is difficult to dissipate.
But rainy days are often the most pleasant times for Shu Li.
Because those people from Qingshan Sword Sect would not come to see Shu Li on purpose in this kind of weather.
Shu Li walked around the old fence that was blown all over the place by the wind and followed the path to a thatched house not far away.
That was the house that Yu Tai had seen in his memory. It was Shu Li's neighbor - an elderly lady who never showed up.
Shu Li walked into the overgrown courtyard with ease and knocked lightly on the door panel that looked very fragile.
"Grandma." He called softly.
Shu Li stopped knocking when she got no response, and opened the door directly.
Shu Li raised his foot and walked into the darkness.
The door closed automatically even though there was no wind.
Even though he couldn't see anything, Shu Li still accurately pinched the man's neck.
The force was as strong as if it was going to break the neck, causing the person in Shu Li's hand to make a "bang bang chi" sound.
In an instant, all the candles in the room were lit, making it easier for Shu Li to see the huge eyes of the person in his hand, which were bloodshot and full of resentment.
After admiring the man's expression of hatred towards him, Shu Li slowly said, "You are so brave."
"I spared your life and gave you a role out of kindness, why are you so disobedient?" Shu Li half-closed her eyelashes, her tone slightly regretful, but the strength in her hands did not decrease at all, and the man's neck seemed to be about to break at any time.
"Forget it, since you don't want to act, then you don't need to live." His tone was very light and indifferent.
Letting go of his hand, the man fell to the ground. As Shu Li finished speaking, the man's figure on the ground began to dissipate little by little, and his lower body gradually turned into dust.
Feeling the drain from his body, the man raised his head and looked at Shu Li. In a hoarse and unpleasant voice, he said with lingering malice, "It's you who hates that female demon cultivator... I just followed your wishes and gave Mo Zhen a blood-bone whip, hahahahahaha."
He was not afraid of death and could have continued to live in this false world, but he was unwilling to do so.
He no longer expected to take the life of this man who was a hundred thousand times more terrifying than the devil.
As long as he can bring a little unhappiness to the other party, it is worth dying for him.
"I'll go ahead, sir. I'll wait for you in the underworld. Hahahaha..." As the voice faded away, his entire body disappeared into the air, as if he had never existed in this world.
Shu Li's expression didn't change at all when he heard the other party's curse-like words.
"The underworld? If they are willing to accept me..." He curled his lips and revealed a very brief smile.
at the same time--
Inside Chengtian Gate, Mo Zhen was touching the blood-bone whip in his hand that was stained with Yu Mo's blood. Thinking of what the person who gave it to him said, he smiled strangely.
With such a weapon, not only would Jiang Wenyi's life be in danger, not to mention the enemy who killed his daughter.
By then, the Qingshan Sword Sect would be gone, and his Chengtian Sect would be the largest sect in the Central Realm.
After imagining the scene with a happy expression, Mo Zhen stood up and said, "Liu'er, come in!"
He had preserved the image of Weiwei before her death. As long as he passed it on, anyone with eyes would be able to recognize who it belonged to.
No one answered, so Mo Zhen called out again, "Liu'er!?"
Realizing something was wrong, Mo Zhen stood up from the futon and walked out.
"Is my speech ineffective? Are you deaf--" He hadn't finished speaking when his voice abruptly stopped in his throat.
All I saw was a black fog lingering outside the hall, which always looked like a fairy. Countless corpses wearing the uniforms of Chengtian Sect disciples were lying bloody on the ground.
They screamed in agony and despair. One of them had half of his body corroded by the black fog, leaving only bones and wisps of blood hanging on the bones. But the strange thing was that despite being so seriously injured, he was still alive and could still make clear screams.
"What...what's going on?" Mo Zhen's lips trembled.
An invincible enemy is often not scary, at least he is still standing there alive and can be a target.
But in front of him, apart from the strange black fog that took his life, Mo Zhen didn't even know who his enemy was.
He mobilized all his spiritual energy to protect his body, tightly grasped the blood-bone whip in his hand, and planned to run backwards.
But something strange happened -
The blood-bone whip that should have been his lifeline actually moved on its own without his urging, tightly wrapping around his entire body, making him unable to move.
"How could this happen!?" Was the person who gave him the Blood Bone Whip lying?
He has clearly pledged his loyalty by shedding his blood, so how could he not be able to control it!
"Stop! What are you doing!? I am your master! Whose orders are you taking?"
A strange fear lingered in the heart of this man who had reached the Nascent Soul stage and was the head of a sect.
But this is just the beginning.
The man who was tied tightly with the vascular whip was fixed in place, forced to listen to the wails and screams of pain from those familiar disciples not far away, and forced to watch their flesh and blood being devoured bit by bit.
Until the originally scattered black mist suddenly condensed into a line of words without wind, which was deeply imprinted in Mo Zhen's eyes.
"Finally, it's your turn."
“Ahhhhhhhh—”
...
When Yu Tai heard about the disaster of the Chengtian Sect being wiped out, she was lying on the bed, listening nonchalantly to Jiang Yibai's lukewarm voice in the sound transmission note.
She was only wearing a bellyband that exposed her back, and the only straps that could hold this thin layer of fabric in place were hanging loose on both sides of her waist.
The tips of his scallion-like fingers, stained with a bit of white, moved around her back. His hands always accidentally touched the sensitive areas, and each time they stopped just at the edge, making Yu Mo feel a little itchy.
"Be gentle, it hurts." Yu Tai frowned and said dissatisfiedly.
"Yeah." Shu Li lowered his eyebrows and said amiably, applying the medicine more gently.
The sound transmission note was still chattering away, and only after Jiang Yibai mentioned that this might be the work of a demonic cultivator did Yu Tai finally perk up.
To be honest, it’s so frustrating.
Which colleague stole her job? Damn it.
She should have been the one to take the life of that dead old man Mo Zhen, but someone else got there first.
But since Jiang Yibai mentioned the evil cultivators, she has to be more careful recently.
This group of cultivators who claim to be righteous are extremely sensitive to the "evil cultivators". If there is any sign of trouble, they would rather kill a thousand by mistake than let one go.
"By the way, didn't you ask me to help you find something?" Yu Tai suddenly remembered this and kicked Shu Li's leg which was standing on the edge of the bed.
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