Fairy, I really am a villain!

This meal is used to reward my sister who runs around everywhere, but she has almost no requirements on the food. Her original words are "as long as I am full and have energy."

Not everyone has Luo Qingni's appetite...

Not long after, the door of the private room was pushed open. Fang Qingxiao came over and hugged him before sitting down in her seat.

After eating and chatting for a while, Fang Xiwen blinked and asked, "Sister, what exactly is the Sword Sect's business?"

"Looking for evil cultivators," Fang Qingxiao said succinctly after eating a piece of goose meat, "To the east of the Mingyue Sword Sect's mountain gate, on the hilltop near Fufeng Mountain, someone is practicing with poisonous substances, and it has already affected mortals."

"If it's not very dangerous, why do you want Sister to investigate?"

"Not only me, but also people from the Six Gates." Fang Qingxiao pinched his nose, a little happy, "The elders of the Sword Sect will also come. Before that, we will just follow the trail to search."

"In this case...we have to be careful." Fang Xiwen nodded.

It doesn't match the plot of the game... No wonder, after all, the impact he caused was too great. Not only did it cause half of the original members of the protagonist group to be missing, but Ye Baiyu was almost beaten to death by the enemy sect.

Speaking of evil cultivators, he had also encountered one before coming to Jingshui City, and he had blown him half to pieces with a few fire balls.

After that, he also sent people to wipe out the roots, but the Fang family was not powerful here, and the strongest one could only reach the Nine Apertures. Once they entered the miasma swamp, they might not be able to get out, so the matter was left unresolved.

"Xiwen, open your mouth."

"Hmm," Fang Xiwen was lost in thought and subconsciously followed the instructions. A meatball was stuffed into her mouth, "Wujiji, eat it later..."

"Cute," Fang Qingxiao couldn't help but pinch his face and smiled, "Don't worry, I will run away if I encounter danger. The most important brother is waiting for me to go home."

"But Sister still has to protect the fellow disciples, right?"

"Hmm. Another one?"

"Too childish. I'm not a three-year-old child." Fang Xiwen waved his hands with disdain on his face.

“Swoosh, swoosh, here comes the flying sword!”

"what--"

When walking back to Xishui Street, Fang Xiwen gradually slowed down his pace, feeling vaguely uneasy.

Seeing that he was frowning, his sister gently held his hand and said, "By the way, Xiwen should stay in the training hall for the next few days. I have already informed the head of the hall."

The Sword Hall is somewhat similar to the Sword Sect's office in Jingshui City. In addition to handling the daily affairs of the disciples, it also has functions such as transactions and exchange of silver bills.

"what happened?"

"The shadow servant has other tasks, and the second uncle may come over."

Knowing that Fang Qingxiao was worried about his safety, Fang Xiwen nodded, held her sister's hand, and said solemnly, "I always feel that this matter is not that simple.

Thinking about it carefully, the bandits' actions are too strange. They went to such great lengths just to snatch something from me. Moreover, the attitude of the Six Gates is also problematic..."

"I'll be careful about them."

"But some things are useful even if you are not careful." Fang Xiwen took a deep breath and pulled her to stop. "When you investigate the evil cultivator, let me go with you."

"No, it's too dangerous."

"You will protect me."

"I'm just protecting you," Fang Qingxiao said with a straight face. She pulled her hand out and pressed it on his shoulder. For the first time in her daily life, she spoke in such a stern tone. "If you insist on following me, I'll give the task to someone else."

"But my sister is the only one who can lead the team here, right?" Fang Xiwen looked at her quietly, "and Shadow Servant has been transferred away. What should I do if I encounter danger in the city?"

"So I let you stay in the training hall..."

"Is the Sword Hall safe?" Fang Xiwen stared into her sister's eyes. "You were not around when I got into trouble, and I was not around when you got into trouble. We cannot accept either outcome."

"Sister, let me go with you."

Chapter 27 Total Destruction

Fufeng Mountain, Tietou Village.

Choosing this place as the base of the mountain stronghold is very particular.

Firstly, this place is very close to the mountain gate of Tianyumen, the spiritual energy is rich, and all kinds of game are raised with delicious meat. One can live well just by hunting.

Secondly, there are often people seeking the truth on the small path at the foot of the mountain, some going to Tianyu Sect, while others heading west to Mingyue Sword Sect.

Together with the merchants, porters, etc. going to Jingshui City, these large and small carriages are fat sheep in the eyes of the bandits.

They specifically targeted the weak and killed anyone who dared to resist. If they hit a wall, they would run back to the mountains. They succeeded every time along the way.

At this moment, a figure jumped out from the mountain village and quietly hid his body.

He was dressed in black and carrying a huge sword on his back. It was Ye Baiyu.

He didn't know why the bandits came out in full force, leaving the stronghold empty. He finally got the treasure hidden in the boss's house and was now walking down the mountain along the night road.

His face looked normal, but his occasional glance back showed that he was not at peace.

"Yu'er, you seem to feel a little guilty." An old voice sounded softly in my heart from the ring.

'No. '

Recalling the days when he lived in the mountain village, Ye Baiyu said without hesitation.

They were extremely vulgar bandits. They liked to gnaw on bloody meat, and to pour wine from jars when drinking. They would spit into the food if they were afraid of not being able to eat... Just sitting with them made people want to vomit.

There's nothing to feel guilty about.

'That's good, I thought you had developed feelings for them.'

"How is that possible?"

"Then I feel relieved. After all, they can't take back the Soul Iron."

Listening to the old man's calm voice in the ring, Ye Baiyu's steps gradually slowed down, narrowed his eyes, "What soul iron?"

"Last time you were injured by the people of Mingyue Sword Sect, you were depressed and told them the news after drinking. They said they would help you get it back."

'...What did you do?'

'I used a little trick.'

'Why didn't you tell me?!'

Ye Baiyu was silent for a while, then a nameless anger rose up and he suddenly roared.

How could that group of stupid bandits be able to defeat Fang Xingyun!

The bastard named Fang seemed like a completely different person. Even Yichuan couldn't figure out what he was thinking. How could this group of bandits resist him!

"If you don't let them go, how can you get the treasure? Yu'er, you really are..."

"Shut up!"

Ye Baiyu rarely took the initiative to cut off the connection with the ring, quickened his movements, and hurried down the mountain eagerly.

When he ran all the way to the messy path halfway up the mountain, a dark and sturdy man appeared at the corner, struggling to push away the weeds.

Delighted, Ye Baiyu landed in front of him, pressed his shoulders and said excitedly: "Heiqi, are you okay?"

Hearing this, Wang Heiqi raised his head somewhat slowly, opened his eyes wide, looked at him for a while, and grinned: "Yu..."

"Where are the brothers? Why didn't they follow you back?"

Leaning forward to look, Ye Baiyu discovered that there were only his footprints on the road, and his heart sank.

The sturdy man looked at him with cloudy eyes, "Some of them...were defeated by the Six Gates, and some were -"

"Cough, cough, cough!"

Wang Heiqi pushed him away, and he fell heavily to the ground, vomiting a large pool of black blood.

Seeing this, Ye Baiyu's pupils shrank and he said in shock: "Hei Qi, you are poisoned!"

“Hmm…” The strong man groaned in pain, turned over, and lay on his back on the grass. He said weakly: “Let’s not talk about this. Did you get that thing?”

"what--"

Before he finished speaking, Ye Baiyu reacted, his voice became inexplicably dry, "...You know?"

"Ha, the disciples of Tianyu Sect will join our Tietou Village. Do they want to eat meat with us or play with women together?" Wang Heiqi laughed, "I know everything, Yu. I know everything."

"Then why did you let me in?"

Thinking that they died because of him, Ye Baiyu couldn't help but shed two lines of tears. He shook him hard, trying to find an answer.

"Cough, cough, cough!" The sturdy man laughed while coughing. His whole body wilted like a deflated balloon. His flesh and blood seemed to wither away on their own, revealing his white bones.

"Please speak!"

His true energy was continuously injected into it, and he cried and retched, as if he wanted to spit out his soul.

"Because you are the same as us," Wang Heiqi patted his head, "even if we have to suck muddy water, we will survive."

I don’t know how long it has been since someone touched my head. Feeling the warmth gradually disappearing, Ye Baiyu’s vision became blurred.

"I'm going to rescue those imprisoned brothers. I'm going to inherit the stronghold. Don't die, boss!"

"I don't want you to do anything." Finally hearing this name from his mouth, Wang Heiqi laughed heartily, "Yu, you have to run, run to a very high place——"

Looking in the direction of his finger, the high sky looked down indifferently, and the white clouds did not stop even because of the death of the weeds.

Snapped!

The hand that had stroked his head had lost all its strength and fell limply to the ground.

Wang Heiqi's body began to rot and smelly pus and blood oozed out.

'People like us are born with nothing, but want to leave something behind when we die. Isn't that stupid?'

He didn't know where Wang Heiqi was from, nor did he know what he had experienced or why he became a bandit leader here.

The only thing Ye Baiyu knew was that he had indeed left something in this world.

The secret book in his arms fell to the ground, and the words on the cover were both blurry and clear.

He wiped the corner of his eyes vigorously, picked it up and put it down.

He picked it up again and put it back into his arms.

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