The Enchantress of Medicine, with the Heaven Defying Child, and the Black Belly Father

Mu Yan asked, "Get up, sit down and talk slowly. What happened, since you are the priest of the Demon Emperor, why did you become like this? What is the relationship between the bell in the priest's hall and you?"

The old man closed his eyes, his undulating chest slowly calmed down.

He stood up and sat down in a spot at random.

Mu Yan observed carefully at this time and found that the old man's manners were indeed completely different from those of ordinary beggars.

It's just that when he was in Dark Cloud City, he deliberately hid all this.

The mouth is particularly poisonous, so people ignore these characteristics.

"The one in the priest's palace, he was not originally called Zhong Li, his name is [Wen Zhe], he was once my only personal disciple, and also the saint son of the priest's palace, the next candidate for the priest of the Demon Emperor."

"I have dedicated my whole life to the Demon God, because I foreknowledge of my destiny, I am destined to have no wife, no children, and no blood relatives. So I treat Wen Zhe as my own son."

"However, in a great battle a thousand years ago, Wen Zhe and I were both seriously injured. Wen Zhe's life was in the middle of the day. Regardless of the possible deterioration of my injuries, I passed a part of the demonic soul to him and passed out."

When I said this, the old man's hands were firmly clenched, and a bit of hatred was stained in his voice: "I managed to save his life, but when I woke up, I found that my appearance changed. Now, the damage of the magic core cannot be recovered, and the cultivation base is completely gone."

"And the one standing in front of me is [Zhong Li] who has exactly the same appearance as me."

"Although his voice has changed, as soon as he spoke, I knew that it was Wen Zhe, who I treated as my own son, and even a disciple who did not hesitate to waste his life."

"He held the same face as me, pointed at the people under my opponent, and said, I am a thief who wants to sneak into the priest's hall and steal something, and let them throw me into the one-star main city."

"I really wanted to jump up and question him, why did you do this to me? But I knew I couldn't! Wen Zhe didn't know I was awake, otherwise, even if he didn't kill me immediately, he would definitely think of other ways. Shackles tortured me."

"Then, I was thrown into the one-star main city [Night Bone City]. At that time, I had not completely given up hope. I thought, as long as I can find a way to return to the Demon Imperial City and meet my friend Minwei, Can expose the true face of Wen Zhe."

"But soon I discovered that in [Night Bone City], someone has been monitoring and controlling around me. A few times, I accidentally bumped into a powerful magic alchemist asking for help, but in a blink of an eye, that magic alchemist would be People are killed, and I will be beaten severely. I can't even climb for ten and a half months."

An expression of pain and despair appeared on the old man's face, his rickety body almost wanted to curl up, his hands clasped on the edge of the chair trembling violently, and the knuckles glowed with bluish white.

On such days, darkness, despair, pain, and torture are endless.

Every time he thought that there was still a glimmer of hope, Wen Zhe would smash this hope fiercely and step him into the abyss of mud.

This person didn't even stand in front of him to humiliate him, but he let his life sink into hell, and it was impossible to recover.

Mu Yan suddenly took out the Tianmo Qin, and gently moved the strings with her fingers.

The melodious sound of the piano seemed like a gurgling stream brushing across the old man's heart, slowly calming down the hatred and madness in his heart.