He slowly raised his eyes, a smile playing on his lips. "Give it to me."
The child shuddered, tried to steady himself, and then carefully carried the plate closer.
Seeing his trembling appearance, Ning Xi smiled wickedly, used her spiritual energy to wrap around his neck, startling him so much that he almost dropped the plate, before leisurely wrapping the roster with her spiritual energy.
"Alright, you can go now."
Ningxi waved.
The boy had just breathed a sigh of relief and was cautiously replying "yes" when, as he turned around, spiritual energy instantly pierced his heart.
Ning Xi clicked her tongue and gave instructions to the people outside.
"Why send a child to deliver this? It's an eyesore."
The person outside knelt down with a thud, saying, "Please forgive me, Your Excellency."
Last time, they clearly said he was too old and an eyesore, but they still killed him.
This time, the child is too young, so I'm still not satisfied.
Ning Xi curled her lips and moved her fingertips without any hesitation.
They also killed the servants at the door.
"They can't understand what I'm saying, so they're useless to keep."
After saying that, he turned his gaze and looked down at the roster in his hand.
Hidden in the shadows, the seven men had already been barely suppressing their anger.
If it weren't for Shen Zhuochuan's help in covering it up, the excited Baili Xijiang would have been exposed long ago.
Shen Zhuochuan coldly transmitted his voice to him, "If you want to continue investigating, then bear with it."
Baili Xijiang regained some of his composure, and after trying to calm himself down, Shen Zhuochuan withdrew his power.
The others were also furious, but they were a little more rational than Baili Xijiang.
The group discussed in whispers that they should split up and explore other areas, perhaps finding more clues.
Since Yuehe Xun's cultivation level is the lowest, he naturally cannot act alone.
Finally, it was decided that they would be paired up, and Yue Hexun would be paired with Shen Zhuochuan and Song Tingwan.
Song Siyao and Wan Qiji left directly, leaving Baili Xijiang and Qin Xi with no time to bicker, as important matters were at hand.
The three groups of people went in different directions.
Song Tingwan was held by the wrist by Shen Zhuochuan, with Yue Hexun following closely behind them.
After the three of them had walked for a while, Song Tingwan communicated with the other two telepathically.
—Go somewhere that will allow Wu Ling to come out.
She sensed something with Shen Zhuochuan and then flew up to a pine tree branch.
Only a wisp of ghostly energy emerged.
—Behind the other two palaces, the malevolent energy is dense; you should be able to find something there. I cannot go with you. It is extremely fierce, and there seems to be a ghost cultivator in the Tribulation Transcending stage guarding it. Be careful.
After Wu Ling finished speaking, he cautiously crawled back into Song Tingwan's mark.
Ghost cultivators are always more sensitive to each other, and he couldn't let his desire to investigate his father's affairs expose them.
After Wu Ling returned, Song Tingwan lowered her eyes and relayed his words to him telepathically.
—Shall we take the risk and give it a try?
Yuehe Xun agreed, but Shen Zhuochuan, considering the strangeness of the other people and Venerable Chunwu, felt that it was still necessary to be more cautious.
Song Tingwan curled her lips, "You still don't understand them enough. Ayao and Aji have probably already gone."
Shen Zhuochuan sighed, "I guessed that Xiao Hei would definitely go, so I wondered if we should leave someone outside."
Yuehe Xun listened to their telepathic communication with surprise, "You two really know your partner well."
The two smiled knowingly.
"Now that they've gone in, shall we wait outside to meet them?" Yue Hexun tentatively asked again.
We can't have everyone go in while there's no one outside to provide support and call for backup.
"Can."
The three of them were unwilling to just stand guard, so they randomly chose a direction and tentatively moved forward.
They encountered countless ghost cultivators and countless people with numb expressions.
They barely even exchanged words.
The child and the innocent gatekeeper's corpse were carelessly dumped in the back mountain.
Song Tingwan's eyes darkened as she looked back at the lifeless Wutong Mountain, a rare cold smile playing on her lips.
This is nowhere near Phoenix Nestling on Wutong Mountain.
It's clearly purgatory.
There is also a register of names of people in Wutong City.
Was it voluntary, or were they misled by Wutong Mountain?
As the three walked, they stumbled upon a survivor's painful cries for help.
It is also the back mountain.
Song Tingwan was surprised, and Yue Hexun also cautiously stopped. Shen Zhuochuan sent them a telepathic message saying "Be careful."
They had seen so many corpses along the way, none of which had escaped having their souls extracted.
How could someone just happen to come out and ask them for help?
Could it be that Wutong Mountain has noticed?
They approached silently and discovered a large number of corpses, none of whom had survived with their souls intact.
So... where exactly is the cry for help coming from?
"...This wretched place, where can we get out of here... Help, parents, brothers and sisters, please save Xiaoqi."
Shen Zhuochuan raised an eyebrow; the voice sounded somewhat familiar.
He recalled for a moment.
"...The person calling for help seems to be the Seventh Young Master of Wuchen Palace."
Song Tingwan was surprised. It was Yuanyuan who was surprised after seeing that pile of corpses and said that her family had put a reward on the search for the Seventh Young Master.
"...Could it be a trap?" Tsukigaku hesitated.
He firmly believed in the treachery and wickedness of Wutong Mountain.
What if they specifically brought this to scam them?
Shen Zhuochuan agreed, telling them not to let their guard down.
They then slowly searched for the source of the sound among the corpses scattered all over the back mountain.
moment.
Song Tingwan's lips twitched.
Staring at the small leaf that kept making sounds in front of me, I began to wonder if I had come to the wrong place.
—Come quickly, is this the leaf?
The other two quickly approached.
The wailing grew louder and louder.
Shen Zhuochuan pursed his lips speechlessly, "The fallen leaves of the elven tree, unique to the elven race."
"It can even hide a soul?" Song Tingwan asked in surprise.
"I don't know." Shen Zhuochuan said, somewhat frustrated.
If he had known that the fallen leaves of the Elf Tree had this effect, he would have sought more than just the leaves of the Tree of Life.
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